CHAPTER 11
CY
I growl, “The fuck did you just say?”
Ariel juts her chin up slightly, her tone haughty, “I asked if you were ashamed of me.”
I spin her around so fast it causes her hair to fly around her and when she meets my eyes, hers are wide and round. “Ashamed of you,” there’s an accusation in my tone. “You realize we just walked you through one of the most exclusive places in the entire city without giving a single fuck what anyone else was doing or what they thought?”
She casts her eyes down and her cheeks pink which has some of my anger seeping out of me, but not all of it. I hate she even questioned it even though I understand where she’s coming from. I cup her face and bring her eyes back up to look at me. I want her to see. I need her to see.
Kent presses against her back, his hands skimming up and down her sides, molding to her curves. “We wanted you to be comfortable, Ariel. We didn’t want to push you,” he coaxes her with his words and his tone.
“So, you brought me to a sex club?” She scrunches up her adorable as fuck nose.
I shrug and Kent chuckles. When he grips the bottom of her dress, he starts to pull it up her body, his fingertips skimming against her skin, and I swear I can almost feel how soft she is myself. He bares her to us and when her arms raise automatically, I know we have her.
Kent hands off her dress to Gabriel who takes it and places it over the arm of one of the chairs in the room before he turns Ariel toward him. We’re all taller than her and the difference has me wanting to protect her just as much as it makes me want to rut into her.
Kent grips one of her hips to pull her against him while the other cups her cheek. She leans into him just a little and the small movement has my cock throbbing. When Kent kisses her she sighs into his mouth, submitting to him as if she was always meant to. Because she is.
I run my fingers over her creamy skin, taking in the black lace of her panties. I run just the tip of my pointer finger up her spine until I get to her neck as Gabe pulls her hair over one of her shoulders. When I meet his eyes, they’re full of fucking need and I can see all his tightly held control fracturing.
Good. He needs the ground to break underneath him which is why Ariel is perfect for us.
I wrap my hand around her neck from behind as Kent deepens the kiss and when I press my front to her back, she moves her ass against the hard ridge of my cock. I grip her throat a little tighter and she gives into her body’s needs and grinds with more urgency as if begging me to give her everything she needs. I will. I don’t have a choice.
She’s ours and she’ll be the center of our entire fucking world.
When I release her throat and step back, she lets out a little whimper. Kent’s there to kiss along her jaw and down her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin. My cock is begging for relief, and I don’t waste time, undressing quickly and leaving me naked.
Gabe is watching her, fire in his eyes and need written all over his face. “You trust us, Ariel? In all ways?” There’s a pleading vulnerability in his voice, “You give yourself over to us?”
“Yes,” she gasps when I reach out and unclasp her bra, helping the straps to fall down her arms so the lace and drop to her feet without a sound. “I trust you. All of you.”
I step back into her, my cock leaking against the delicate lace of her panties, but I don’t give a fuck. I growl against the shell of her ear, “What else?”
She swallows hard as Kent bends and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth. “I give myself over to you.”
“Good girl,” I grunt.
My hand comes up again to wrap around her throat, the press of my fingers against the vessels on either side making her head fall back against my shoulder, her eyes sliding closed.
“We’re going to show you pleasure you’ve never known,” Kent whispers against her skin as he kisses across her body and nips at her nipple causing her to gasp.
He pushes her panties down and I force myself to move my hips back enough to make it easy for him, but it’s difficult as fuck. The only thing which allows me to do it is the knowledge I’ll be pressed directly against her soft skin when she’s naked.
“Please,” it’s a keening plea I can’t ignore.
It seems I’m not the only one because Gabe undresses quickly. When he’s naked, she reaches a hand out for him, my other hand moving around her body and caressing her soft belly before teasing the lips of her pussy. When Gabe steps closer, she wraps her fingers around his cock. I know it must feel like heaven from the way his head tilts back on his shoulders and he moans.
“Fuck, she’s soaking wet,” I groan.
The need I have for her, which has been swirling inside of me for six months, doesn’t allow me to be slow and gentle even though I know I should be. I plunge two fingers inside of her as I give her neck a squeeze, her answering startled sound morphs into a moan which has my cock twitching against her ass. When her knees buckle, Gabe is there to help me hold her up and Kent bites down on her nipple. Is it a warning? Is it a reward?
Who the fuck knows with Kent? His darkness is concealed, but no less real.
When Kent stands, Gabe and I move Ariel over to the bed, laying her out there. Her eyes bounce between us for a moment before she snags Kent undressing behind us. She watches with a growing hunger in her blue depths. The fire I see there, the need, has me wrapping a hand around my cock and stroking as we stand at the edge of the bed, taking in our little mermaid.