Those voices send my blood pounding through me. Truth be told my heart rate hasn’t calmed since I came all over Gregor’s face earlier in the evening.
“Don’t be scared.”
I turn at the warm touch of a hand to find Gregor at my back, his eyes taking in every inch of my body.
“I’m not.” I’m petrified of what I just did. Excited. Horny. All of it. It’s like a cauldron of spilled potions in the pit of my stomach and there’s no telling the end result—either a curse or a blessing. Maybe something in between.
I can feel the length of Gregor’s cock hardening between us and he’s not hiding the fact either.
He speaks softly, his lips brushing over mine as a soft caress. “Relax, we are here to give you pleasure. Let this evening flow and be what is meant to be. All of us getting to know each other.”
Sounds good, but in all those pretty words my brain is screaming enemy, enemy, enemy.
“Okay, I can do that.” My pulse races, but I’m in, I think with conviction.
His green eyes shine with silent promises.
Lev moves to my side and his grin is downright wicked.
Elyah approaches, stripping off his suit jacket and tie before releasing the buttons of his dress shirt. There’s a constant rage behind those thick lashes and part of me craves to know his pain. Now that I think about it, they all have the same shadows haunting them as if they have a dark secret to share.
I look up at Gregor and he melds our body heat together with his nearness. “We will never hurt you. Not unless you want us to.”
I trail a finger down his chest and stop over top of his belt buckle. I give it a tug flashing Elyah and Lev a sultry grin. “Good, because I might need my pussy spanked again, and next time I want it a little harder.”
Hands, mouths, and hunger roar to life and suddenly I am in the middle of a storm of passion.
Shirts drop, zippers hiss, shoes thump on the floor, and in record time we are all gloriously, unapologetically naked.