ChapterTen
SUNDAY
“Wrap your fingers in her hair, Viking. Show me her throat.” Caleb’s rough command sent sparks straight to my clit and my gaze shot to where he sat in the corner, surrounded by shadows.
I moaned as Alek obeyed, bending down to steal a kiss. His other hand snaked down my body, roughly grabbing my breast and squeezing. Something in that touch made my chest crack open a little, longing flooding through me even though he was right here.
“Oh, she likes it when you’re rough,” Kingston said, his voice a sensual rasp. “She’s fucking dripping.”
“How does she taste, Mr. Farrell? Tell me—in great detail. Don’t leave out a single thing.”
“How can I tell you if my face is in her cunt, Priest?”
“Fuck her with your tongue, make her come, and then report. It’s a simple order of operations. I’m sure even you can understand.”
“Gladly,” Kingston growled.
“Yes. Gladly. Please. Now.” I was all need, my words barely making sense as I bucked my hips in search of the tongue he was denying me.
“Don’t forget her tight arse. Sunday loves it when you play with her arse,” Alek said.
“Does she?” Kingston’s tone was playful, teasing, and a warning of what was coming. He settled between my legs and licked me from bottom to top, stopping right on my clit with the barbell piercing being the only bit of contact he allowed.
I moaned, weaving my fingers through his hair and pulling his face closer to me. “More.”
“So demanding,” Alek murmured, his fingers busy pulling and twisting my nipples. There was no set rhythm to it. Just sharp bursts of pain-tinged pleasure punctuating Kingston’s teasing licks.
Caleb’s eyes found mine as he crossed the room until he stood at my side, a bulge prominent in his slacks. But he wouldn’t touch me. Goddammit.
“I want to watch you too, Daddy. Let me see you touch yourself.”
“You’re such a bad girl, Sunny.”
Caleb shook his head. “No, she’s my good girl. She knows what I need before I do.” He ran his hand along his bulge, letting out a lusty groan as he palmed himself. “Is this what you want, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, closing my eyes as Alek’s hands fell away from me.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The scent of bergamot overwhelmed everything else for a fraction of a second before I felt the tickle of Noah’s breath at my ear. “But what about me, dove? Where do you want me?”
“Everywhere.”
I expected him to groan or grunt or something. But when I opened my eyes again, he wasn’t there. Neither was Alek. The room had changed. But then Kingston’s mouth wrapped around my clit, and all I knew was pleasure.
“That was some dream you were having, Sunshine. Tell me it was about me.”
“You were there.”
“So were they. You called out for Daddy, and I know that’s not me.”
“Kingston—”
He dipped his tongue inside me, causing my words to cut off on a low, needy moan.
“I’m not complaining, Sunshine. I’m the one who gets to take advantage of it. Not them. What else were you dreaming about?”