Page 8 of Amber’s Christmas Surprise

I have a feeling that my mates are about to drive me more crazy than waiting to find out what they got me for Christmas ever will. But if this is what it takes to prove to my mates that I love them more than life itself, so be it. And even though I don't want to admit it, the thought of my mates bringing me close to orgasm, over and over again, is a hell of a turn on. As long as they make me come. Because if they dare run off to check on whatever it is they've got hidden downstairs, I swear—

Wes pulls my nipple into his mouth, and I arch up off the bed. Chase pinches my other nipple, and I grab a fistful of his hair and pull his mouth down to mine.

Julian spreads my thighs, and just like that, the desire I felt earlier comes back tenfold. Followed by frustration. I need to come. Now. And knowing that my men will make me wait only makes me want it more.

I pull away from Chase long enough to ask, "Can we try whatever you got at the Magical Rooster?"

"Maybe later," Julian says, his warm breath caressing my folds. He gives me a gentle lick, but his tongue stops just short of my clit.

I arch up, but he pushes my hips back down and licks me again. I try to tilt my pelvis down so his tongue will graze my clit, and when that doesn't work, I let go of Chase's hair and reach for Julian.

"Oh, no you don't." Chase chuckles against my lips and pins my arms above my head.

"You guys are really getting into this," I complain, even though I'm really getting into it, too.

I don't think I've ever wanted my guys this desperately. I've definitely never come this close to begging. And the fact that they are nowhere near done with me drives me crazy with need.

If I weren't wearing the magic dampener, I'd probably be shifting from the sheer frustration. Or intentionally shifting to get out of Chase's grip, because I can't take it anymore. But the necklace prevents that. I know if it really came down to it and I told my guys I didn't want to do this any longer, they would stop. Or make me come, as the case may be.

But I do want this. And my cries get louder and more desperate as my guys take turns driving me nuts.

Julian's licking never once reaches my clit, and when Chase takes his place, he kisses his way up my inner thigh and chuckles against my folds.

"I hate you," I whimper, arching up into him.

"You sure about that?" he asks, flicking his thumb against my clit.

"Scratch that. I love you. So much."

Wes pinches both my nipples and tugs on them.

Julian leans down to kiss me.

Chase flicks my clit again.

Soon, I'm covered with beads of sweat and trembling with each touch. I'm so close to coming, I keep clenching my inner muscles and hoping that will take me over the edge. I get so close, and then… and then…

"I think it's almost Christmas morning." Wes takes Chase's place between my thighs.

"What?" I gasp. "We've been doing this all night?"

"I think he meant that more as a metaphor." Chase blows gently on my nipple.

"A what?" And then it hits me, and I practically fly off the bed. I would have if Julian didn't have my arms pinned above my head and Wes wasn't holding on to my thighs.

"Are you ready to come?" he asks.

"Yes. Please. Please, Wes. I can't wait anymore. I need this. So bad."

"Me too," he says, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth.

I scream as an orgasm tears through me. Wes slides a finger inside me and I clench around it, over and over again, as he pumps it in and out. He continues to suck on my clit as I writhe beneath him, coming over and over and over again.

When he pulls back, I'm so spent I think I might pass out.

"Do you want to stop?" he asks.

I glance down at his cock, huge, hard, and all mine. "No. I want you inside me."