At that moment, a knock sounded at the door and I felt myself tense. Alexandre laid a calming hand on my shoulder as Vincent bade the knocker to enter.
As Isiah and Raphael entered the room, I moved to cover my bare breasts, but Vincent restrained me, shaking his head.
“We’ve brought refreshments,” Isiah said, indicating the tray of fresh croissants he bore. His tone was casual, as if finding nothing at all unusual about finding two of his best friends half naked in bed with a woman. “We saw how upset Isabel was earlier and thought she might need some comfort food.”
“Looks like she’s already being comforted quite competently,” Raphael said, amusement evident in his voice.
I felt my face flame, but Alexandre leaned forward and spoke in my ear: “Would you like them to join us?”
I was shocked, but by the looks of the faces around me, this was not an entirely unanticipated suggestion to them. “You really don’t mind?” I asked. “Sharing, I mean?”
“We just want to make you feel good,” Raphael said. “Let us show you.”
The invitation was too tempting to resist, and I laid back, offering silent encouragement. Vincent’s hands were already working at my jeans, and before I knew what was happening, I was laid fully bare in a room with four men.
I expected to feel embarrassed, even ashamed, but one look at the expressions of open admiration on their faces instantly dispelled any discomfort, and I felt only desire. Silently, Isiah took Vincent’s place between my legs and lowered himself to his knees. “So beautiful,” he said softly, his breath tickling my most intimate places. His tongue touched me, so lightly I almost couldn’t feel it.
There was silence in the room, but for my gasping cries, as the men watched Isiah tease me with the tip of his tongue until I could take it no longer.
“Please,” I begged, nearly mindless with desire.
“Please what?” Isiah asked, sitting back on his heels with a wicked smile. I nearly sobbed.
“More,” I gasped. “Please.”
Raphael leaned over me, his fingers working tight circles over my clit. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked. I closed my eyes, back arched, and he chuckled low in his throat.
Alexandre was still behind me. “I think she likes that,” he said, his arms wrapping around me. His thumbs brushed my nipples, and I moaned in sheer ecstasy.
Isiah leaned forward and gave my slit a long, slow lick. “But that’s not enough for you, is it?” he asked. “You want something inside you.” To illustrate, he slid one finger inside me, then two, crooking them in a beckoning motion against my G spot.
It felt so good, it was almost too much to bear. He crooked his fingers again, and I came. “Yes, oh yes,” I cried. Isiah slid his fingers from me and stuck them in his mouth, closing his eyes as he savored the taste of me.
“So sweet,” he said. “Would you like a taste, Vincent?”
“I prefer fresh from the source,” Vincent said, kneeling between my legs. I cried out again as his tongue met my clit, still quivering from my orgasm.
They took turns with me, worshipping me with their tongues and fingers, until I lost count of my orgasms. By the time they were finished with me, I was limp with pleasure, damp with sweat. My throat ached from my cries. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so thoroughly sated.
“I can’t,” I said, my voice raspy. “I can’t cum anymore.”
Raphael chuckled. “Then I guess our work here is done.”
“Wait, but,” I struggled to sit up, still slightly breathless. “None of you came yet.” It didn’t seem fair, somehow, that I should have so many orgasms, while they had had none.
Vincent leaned forward and kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips. “Plenty of time for that later,” he assured me. “This was about making you feel good, remember?”
I giggled, somewhat giddily. “Well, mission accomplished, then.
Alexandre tweaked my nipple, sending a bolt of sensation straight to my sensitive clit. “But rest assured, we’ll all have our turn with you later.” I felt my pussy clench at the dark promise in his voice. This was turning out to be a much more interesting assignment than I’d ever predicted.
17
Étienne
I watched, frowning, as Isabel fled from the castle. Merde. Something had happened, clearly, and I suspected I knew who had upset her. I set off in search of Jacques.
I found him readily enough, in the drawing room, hunched in a corner, breathing heavily. A vase laid shattered at his feet. Instantly, my anger with him evaporated.
“Hey,” I said, as if soothing a skittish horse. I crouched in front of him, Jacques stared at me with wide, unseeing eyes. I knew better than to touch him when he was like this. He was liable to strike out, and a blow from the Beast could be deadly. Instead, I murmured soft, soothing words, and watched my friend slowly come back to himself.