As cozy asmy suite was, the bed was a bit cramped with all five of my men around me, even in the charming nest they made with arms and legs and cuddling forms. The moon was visible out the window, and I'd asked for the fire to be left unlit—I woke too warm in the night with Ezra cuddled against me anyway—so there was only a single candle on the nightstand illuminating the heap of us. My head was resting on Ezra's stomach, my feet propped on Auguste's hip, Jonathon curled up against his back. Booker was using me as a pillow, although I had a feeling he was holding himself carefully because he didn't feel nearly heavy enough against my thigh.
Amon was the only one of us who was sitting up, and he looked more thoughtful than uncomfortable, still and quiet with his gaze pointed out the window.
I slid my free hand to his knee, waiting for his eyes to slide in my direction. "Thank you for your help tonight. For everything today."
Amber warmed to honey, a soft purr rising from Amon's throat as he bent to kiss my brow. "Birsha is growing…hmm, what's the phrase?"
"Too big for his britches?" Ezra suggested.
Amon's nose wrinkled and he nodded reluctantly. "I will make arrangements for Rooksgrave's better protection. And if none of you object, I should like to organize a dinner at my home some evening soon."
"Still trying to steal our girl, eh sphinx?" Auguste teased, but he tensed too, and I wished I could reach him through the pile of limbs.
Amon sat up straight and glared down his nose at the vampire. "A dinner for all of us."
Apparently, no one had expected that answer because we all just stared at Amon until he started to shift.
"Yes," I said before he could change his mind. "Absolutely. All—all seven of us?"
"Six," Ezra corrected.
"Seven, Mr. Tanner too," I said, smiling at Jonathon and the green glint in his blink.
"Yes. Yes, all of you," Amon bit out with a wave of his hand in the air.
"No one would begrudge you the evening alone, I really was teasing," Auguste said, brow furrowed, and Jonathon swatted his shoulder.
Amon's shoulders straightened, proud and a bit pompous perhaps, but he smiled as he stared down at me and it softened him. "It is what Esther would prefer."
The men around me grunted as I sat up, scooting on my knees to Amon, pressing myself to his chest and slipping my fingers into those thick glossy locks of his as I offered my lips for a kiss.
"It is, thank you," I murmured as Amon bent his head to mine. His mouth was firm on mine, grip on my waist tight, but he wasn't being demanding or showing off just because the others were watching. The kiss was between us entirely, and it only made me want to draw him down on top of me.
"I would, however, prefer a little time in the morning with Esther," Amon rasped, teasing me with grazes from his lips.
"Yes," I whimpered, arching for more, grumbling as Amon only turned me on his lap to face the others, brushing my hair back from my neck with velvety touches.
"Mon coeur, your appetite will run you ragged," Auguste teased, grinning at me.
"He's right. You should rest tonight—"
"But I rested all day and you just—"
"Esther," Booker cut in, taking my hand. His expression was such a perfectly formed picture of concern, I was sure he must've been putting it on intentionally to make me feel guilty. "We can fuck later. You'll live."
Ezra's belly laugh shook the bed.
* * *
I don't knowif there was any negotiation in the morning between Amon and the others, but I woke up with his mouth on my pussy and us alone, so I wasn't much concerned with questioning my luck.
Now, several orgasms later for me, with Amon's hook stroking inside of me, I had one goal in mind—to watch my sphinx fall apart. Preferably before he drove me mad.
"Ohhh, Ezzzstar…” Amon's voice broke into an unfamiliar language, little pricks of claws appearing on my hips as I rode him with shaking thighs, sweaty skin, and absolute determination. His head pushed back into the pillows, heels bracing into the mattress to buck up into me, and I bent to lick and bite at his throat, his tail appearing to swat my rear as I ground myself against him.
Being worshipped was lovely, being sexually tormented with pleasure was delicious, but there was something uniquely satisfying about the simple matter of making a man come undone. Especially one so determined to hold control as Amon.
If he'd wanted me to feel like a queen, all he needed to do was chant my name in that breathless, begging tone and—