“Good enough?” I ask.
“Too short,” Dex closes his mouth.
“OK, me again,” I turn to Zarael. “Truth or dare?”
“Um, dare?” he doesn’t seem sure. “Just don’t make me dance. No one will like that.” We all chuckle.
“I dare you to show me a scar you never showed anyone,” I tell him. I’ve noticed that all three of them have a few scars. They mostly look like something you’d obtain as a kid, being clumsy or impatient and thus, reckless. I simply wonder if there’s a special scar that he keeps hidden.
Zarael glances over at his brothers. They’re not serious, but they’re not smiling either. Suddenly, Zarael stands up and pulls down his pants.
“Come on, man!” Dex makes fun of him and the atmosphere is lighter again.
Zarael continues to show me. He turns his thigh to me and on the inside, I see a deep, long scar, which has healed nicely, but it probably looked horrendous at first.
“What happened?” I wonder.
“That, my lady, will be a question for truth, not dare,” Zarael quickly pulls up his pants and we all laugh again. “Seeing I was made to bare myself, so to speak, let’s see how you like it.” I see mischievousness in his eyes and I eagerly await. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I make my choice.
“Tell us about your first sexual experience,” he suddenly tells me, sounding all victorious.
“There’s nothing to tell, really,” I reply calmly, shrugging my shoulders. I seek refuge in my almost empty beer bottle and I scour the area for more.
“You can’t back out now,” Zarael teases.
“No, really,” I feel a little awkward saying this, but there’s no way around it. “There is nothing to tell because it never happened.”
I swallow heavily, as I wait for their reaction. Dex stops drinking, the bottle still pressed to his lips. Theron doesn’t say anything, but his face doesn’t change. Zarael is the first to react.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks, politely.
“Yes,” I nod, trying to smile. Great. I’ve ruined it. The whole thing. They’ll send me off to bed now.
“Well, taking everything into account, we should have known that,” Dex adds, finishing his beer.
“My turn again,” I reply, wanting to get this show back on the road. “Dex, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Dex replies.
“Ever had a threesome?” I ask, feeling that blush come back with a vengeance.
“Did anyone tell you you’ve got quite a tongue on you, little girl?” he chuckled. “Sure, I have.”
His turn leads to others and the next hour is spent in asking more and more personal questions, until the four of us find one another close, huddling by the fire. We’re out of ideas for questions or dares. No one feels like moving too much. The closeness feels perfect. I don’t know who starts first. Maybe it’s me. The air smells of the woods and fire, of unspoken desires that somehow found their way out. I listen to the fire and I hear a voice telling me to just let go.
What I feel isn’t sharpness anymore. There is just a sea of glowing redness, the soft crackling of the fire, that spreads around me, within me. Dex is the first to kiss me, his hand running down my bare arm, sending goosebumps up and down my back. I shiver under his touch, slowly, anticipating what’s to come. His kiss is passionate, as he digs his other hand into my back, all four of us lying by the fire, on the blanket that was mere seconds ago wrapped around me.
There are more hands and I crave their touch. I crave those lips, like a light in the darkness. I feel like a flower that has felt sunlight for the first time in ages. I know they want to soothe me, to assure me that everything will be alright, no matter what. But tonight, isn’t a night for soothing. My hand trembles as I reach out, burying my fingers in Zarael’s hair. His nose is buried in my neck and I feel his short black hairs scraping the soft skin.
The moment when I feel all three pairs of lips on my body is savage. It’s raw, all-consuming. It’s more than I ever thought I could feel. All my insecurities disappear, it’s like I’ve always been this strong, bold girl who has three bear shifters for protectors. Dex moves and in a blinding second, I recognize Theron, even with my eyes closed. His touch. His smell. Now, his taste. His kiss is softer, gentler. As he kisses me, I feel two pairs of hands working the buttons on my shirt and my jeans. The moment I feel the warmth of the fire on my thighs, I know I’m naked. My mind is emptied of anything but this mom
ent. There are no burning borders on my body. I am theirs to search, to journey through, to own and claim.
Theron offers me his tongue, sweet and a little dangerous. He smells of the woods, of untamed animals, of predatory beasts. His body is pressed to mine and he continues to kiss me, as two strong hands spread my legs. I moan right into his lips. Zarael cups my perky breasts, playing with my nipples. His tongue teases them, sweeping left and right, blowing hot then cold air to keep them perked up.
Dex’s tongue is trailing the inside of my thighs and I make a hungry, desperate sound that makes my whole body throb with pleasure. The moment they pressed their palms and lips onto my body I knew they branded me forever. The essence of my very being is theirs and I don’t care if I never get it back. Dex’s kisses move inward, slowly, velvety, as my body trembles with aching tenderness. I moan and Theron kisses me more passionately, his lips lingering in the corner of my mouth for a brief moment. Tension shoots through us all like an electric whip. I want them to bite me, lick me, eat me up. Swallow me whole.