But instead, I focused on the next button while she lifted her skirt to take hold of the lace between her thighs. She slowly drew it down her legs. I stepped back to allow her to bend while Zeph watched from behind, his green eyes glimmering with anticipation.
Aflora pulled the soft white material over her bare feet, then straightened and held it over her shoulder for Zeph. He took them and nodded at me to finish removing her blouse.
Each button revealed more and more of her creamy skin, drawing my focus downward to admire her subtle curves and flat abdomen. She really was beautiful. It almost hurt to look at her.
Her shirt fell to the floor, leaving her in a bra and skirt, the picture of “naughty schoolgirl.” My mouth twitched at the thought of all the ways I could make that title come true, but instead I allowed Zeph to walk her backward to the bed.
“Remove your bra,” I told her. “Zeph wants it.”
I didn’t move from my spot, my hands going to my tie instead to finish unknotting the silk and remove it from my neck.
“On the bed,” Zeph said, taking over as soon as her gorgeous tits spilled into view.
She handed him her lacy bra without an ounce of nervousness and hopped up onto the mattress.
“Lie on your back and grab the bars of the headboard,” Zeph instructed her.
Aflora frowned but did as she was told. He’d slowly introduced her to his tastes over the last week, exerting his dominance at every turn. This experience would be similar, his methods mostly gentle as a result of not wanting to frighten her.
And this would be the first time he truly touched her.
To my knowledge, the two of them hadn’t even kissed yet. Because the dreams didn’t really count. They were just erotic fantasies driven by playing minds.
I walked forward to lay my tie over her abdomen as Zeph secured her wrists above her head with the lace of her panties and bra. She watched him with surprise in her gaze, then flickered her focus to the silk on her stomach, her brow pinched.
But she wasn’t entirely concerned.
No, she was equally turned on. Her nipples had stiffened to taut little peaks that begged for a man’s mouth. Goose bumps stampeded an alluring path down her arms. And her arousal sweetened the air, forcing me to inhale her aromatic scent with every breath.
She liked this.
She wanted this.
Something she confirmed by clenching her thighs and fighting a moan as Zeph drew his fingers down her arm and over her breast to the tie waiting for him near her belly button.
“We’re going to play a game, Aflora,” he informed her softly.
“What kind of game?” she asked, her voice holding a sultry quality to it that made my blood pump a little faster.
“One where you guess who is touching you,” he murmured, trailing my silk tie up her neck. “If you’re right, we’ll reward you.” The garment met her cheek. “And if you’re wrong, we’ll teach you.”
“Teach me?” she repeated, her tongue sneaking out to lick her bottom lip. “Teach me what?”
“You’ll see,” he replied, draping the fabric over her forehead, preparing to slide it down. “Now close your eyes. We’re about to begin.”
Chapter Eighteen
Aflora
My heart thumped wildly in my chest, my breathing escalating with each passing second. My mates had gone quiet after Zeph had slid the silk over my eyes. I could hear their clothes shifting, the sounds of zippers unfastening, and fabric dropping to the floor. But I didn’t know who was where or what they intended to do.
Heat warmed my insides, the intensity mounting with each inhale and subsequent exhale.
What did they plan to do?
What if they left me like this?
In my dreams, they often teased for hours and hours. They might do the same now and deny—