All three of my mates are gathered in the living room—or at least, that’s where they were when I snuck away to change several minutes ago—so I head in that direction.
The cabin is rustic and cozy, fancy enough to feel luxurious without making it seem stuffy. We’ve been having a blast here, finally getting to do what I spent so much time wishing we could when we were dealing with Roanac: enjoying each other and our bond without the constant threat of danger lurking over our heads.
It’s been fucking incredible.
And if tonight goes anything like I hope it will, it’ll blow every previous night we’ve spent in this cabin out of the water.
Just as I expected, the men are all still in the living room. North is sitting on a big comfy chair in one corner, and Raven and Cain are seated on a large couch nearby, bantering in their deep voices as they lounge comfortably.
“Yeah, I think tomorrow would be a good day to—”
Raven glances over at me and breaks off mid-sentence, his jaw going slack as his eyes widen.
North’s brow wrinkles as he looks at his friend, and then he follows Raven’s gaze toward me. His nostrils flare, his jaw clenching as Cain also looks my way.
The combined focus of all three of my mates is enough to make me flush, and I swear it’s like someone came in and sucked up all the oxygen in the room. The place goes so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and I drag my lower lip through my teeth as I take in their reaction.
I hope they like it.
“What…” North’s voice is a low rasp, and he has to clear his throat and start again. “What’s this for?”
I shrug, taking a few more steps into the room. I try to swing my hips seductively, even though I feel a little silly. But the way the men’s eyes track the movement gives me a boost of confidence, and I pop a hip as I meet their heated gazes.
“I just wanted to celebrate,” I murmur. “And I figured this would be a good way.”
“Celebrate what?” Raven’s gray eyes burn with desire.
“Us,” I say simply.
It’s the most true answer there is. I want to celebrate not only the fact that I found the three men who are my mates, my most perfect matches in the entire world, but the fact that we survived the insane circumstances we found ourselves in and brought down a madman in the process. This whole trip is about celebrating and affirming those things, but I wanted to do something extra to remind us all how incredibly lucky we are.
“A-fucking-men to that,” Cain says with a grin, leaning back and kicking out his legs as he watches me appreciatively. “You look hot as fuck, Kiara. And that’s something I can always celebrate.”
“What? Me looking hot, or all of us being together?”
He shrugs. “Either. Both. Wait, scratch that. Definitely both, preferably at the same time. Like right now.”
I laugh, rolling my eyes at him as I come a little closer, stopping when I’m equidistant from the couch and the chair. Feeling a little silly but too turned on to care, I run my hands over my body, starting at my breasts and working my way down until they glide over my hips. I sway my hips seductively, dancing to a song that only exists in my head, and Raven lets out a low groan.
“You know,” I murmur in a husky voice. “It took me a while to get all of this on. But I’m suddenly feeling like I should take it off.”
“Fucking hell.” North shifts his weight in the chair, reaching down to palm his cock, which is already visibly hard. “You’re gonna be the death of us, aren’t you, baby girl?”
I chuckle, because I really, really like getting a rise out of them like this—literally. I can see the bulges in their pants, and the instantaneous feedback on my outfit makes me feel sexy and desired in a way that I once would’ve had a hard time imagining.
Now, though? Now it’s my life, every day.
I keep dancing sensually, letting myself get really into it as I slowly step out of my heels, then tug down each bra strap one by one. By the time I reach around to unhook the bra, all three of the men are stroking themselves through their pants. And by the time I shimmy out of my panties, turning around so that the men will get a view of my pussy as I bend over to take them all the way off, I know I’m visibly wet.
Tension fills the living room, and I can already smell the scent of sex on the air, arousal and pheromones combining into a heady mixture.
I step out of my panties and turn to face the men, fully naked now.
“Come here,” North commands.
His voice is gruff, and neither of the other men complain at all as I step toward him, probably as eager as I am to see what he’ll do with me. He reaches over his head as I near him, dragging his shirt off with one hand, and when I come to stand in front of him, he pulls me close, pressing a kiss to my stomach.
Then he turns me around and pulls me down to sit on his lap, my back to his front. My legs drape over his, falling to the outsides of his powerful thighs, and when he spreads his legs, mine automatically do the same thing.