“Heavenly…” He cradled her breast as if he couldn’t help himself.
She covered his fingers with hers and squeezed. “You’re beautiful.”
He peered at her like she meant the world to him. “No. You are. So blinding I can’t believe you’re standing here, giving yourself to us.”
Lifting his hand, she brought it to her lips and brushed a kiss across his knuckles. “Happily. And what about you, Doctor? Can I examine you?”
Her quip made him smile. “If you’re inviting me to get naked with you, the answer is hell yes.”
As he stripped off his shirt, Beck was surprised to find his hands shaking. Holy shit, how was a damn virgin undoing him?
Then, as she had with Seth, she let her fingertips play across his skin. Wonder crossed her face when she zeroed in on the ink splashed across his right pec. “Oh, my… This is gorgeous. A knight with a lance and a shield?”
Shit. She was going to ask questions. He didn’t have answers. “A defender.”
“Like you.” She smiled, her eyes bright and blue and full of adoration.
If she knew the truth, would she be quite so accepting?
“What’s on the inside of your bicep?”
Resolved that she was going to insist on a visual tour of his body, he held his arm out and let her read.
“I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees.” Her stare bounced from the script up to his face. “What made you get that?”
Experience. “Oh, you know. Young and stupid. I thought it sounded like a good motto to live by. There’s more.” With a sigh, he turned left and exposed his back.
She gasped, and he knew why. An enormous angel of vengeance consumed every inch of his skin from shoulder to shoulder, base of the neck to base of the spine. The creature’s wings and arms were outstretched, muscles rippling, flames licking, fury all over his skeletal face.
“Wow,” she breathed. “That must have hurt.”
It had, but not as much as the reason he’d gotten it.
“I tried to stay drunk through most of it.” It was true, but he hoped the humor would deflect her from more questions.
Heavenly traced some of the wings with her fingers, then caressed the angel’s face. “Will you show me your shoulder?”
There was no avoiding it. He didn’t say a word as he pivoted to show her the ink of a young woman, clutching flowers to her chest, wings outstretched, face scarred with tears. “Before you say anything else, little girl, we’ve spent a lot of time telling our ink stories and not enough time with our mouths on you.”
A self-deprecating laugh fell from her lips. “I’ve been really curious, haven’t I?’
“Uh-huh.”
“And…you’ve been really patient, haven’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“As much as I can be,” Seth added. “Now I think it’s time for you to get naked and see how many times we can make you scream.”
“Exactly.” Beck kicked off his shoes.
Beside him, Seth shucked his pants. Beck followed suit, carefully releasing his zipper, hissing in relief when his aching cock sprang free. Seth did the same when he maneuvered his dick out of solitary confinement.
Heavenly’s jaw dropped. She raked a hungry stare over them. “Wait. You’re saying I don’t get to explore”—her stare dropped to their cocks—“those? That’s not fair.”
“Like what you see?” Beck fisted his staff and stroked himself with a laugh.
“Yeah,” she breathed, her stare glued to them.
“We’d like to enjoy looking at you, too. But we have to see all of you.” Seth raised a brow. “Finish stripping.”
“Oh. Right.” She gave a jerky nod and toed off her shoes before dragging her pants down her slender legs and kicking them away.
She was bare, and instantly he smelled her pussy in the air.
Beck tensed. His cock stiffened. His head swam. If he didn’t get his mouth on her quickly, he’d lose his fucking mind.
“Mercy…” Seth roughed out on a deep breath.
As if their thoughts were hard-wired, they began circling their girl.
Inspecting.
Appreciating.
Memorizing.
Heavenly gave a little shiver. Goose bumps peppered her skin.
Beck dragged his finger down to the swell of her breast, traced a circle around her tightly drawn areola, and pinched the tip. “Pretty.”
At the same time, Seth lowered his fingers to her triangle of golden curls.
Heavenly jolted, inhaling an uneven breath that became a shudder when Beck engulfed her nipple in his mouth. She sank her fingers into his stinging scalp, clutching him tightly against her breast.
“Feel good?” Seth demanded.
“Yes.” Her little hiss morphed into a groan.
She writhed under their touch, and Beck suspected the man’s fingers were now doing more to her downy curls than merely exploring.
He smiled before he bit down gently on her nipple and tugged. She sucked in a tiny yelp. He soothed her sting by laving her with his tongue. When he gave the other the same treatment, she rewarded him with a shaky exhalation.
He would have happily feasted on her soft tits longer, but when Heavenly’s breath began sawing in and out of her chest, Beck couldn’t resist taunting her. “Is Seth rubbing your pussy, little girl?”