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Rex's arms fall off of me, his big, rough hands skating down my arms, goosebumps pricking beneath his touch. Using his loose grip on my upper arms, he turns me towards King.
King's hands are in his pockets, his posture relaxed. His braids are loose now, out of their tie, and hanging in his eyes. His chin dipped, the straight lines of his jaw are sharp, shadowed. He flicks his eyes up, onto mine, holding me captive. I am so still, Rex at my back, King at my front, two lions and a mouse. Nothing worth them hunting, but they could play with me if they wanted, swat me about with their big claws, and then toss me aside when they get bored.
It should be enough to put a stop to this. Whatever this is.
Rex applies gentle pressure to the base of my spine, and my feet move me toward King, our eyes fused together, a snapping tension in the air. King removes a hand from his pocket, reaching it out to me, and my own hand lifts towards him without any thought on my part.
His large fingers close through mine, his skin so, so soft, it almost makes my own feel rough. His other hand lifts to my jaw, cradling my face in his hold, he licks his lips, tilts my chin.
“You're in control,” he rumbles, rough and deep, my eyes flicking between his, I nod, and then he's turning me in the direction of the stairs.
Every step I take feels like air is harder and harder to draw in. The higher I climb, the more my ears buzz. Echoing everything around me. Rex's steps at my back, King's in sync with my own as he climbs the stairs at my pace. Letting me lead, have control.
My boots feel heavy as I follow the pale green runner carpet down the hall, dark wood underneath thumping and creaking with every step. King's hand solid and warm in my own cool, clammy one. Rex's fingertips teasing my spine, his body a slightly less intimidating presence than King's.
We stop between two doors, both closed, but we turn to the one on the right, Rex stepping in front of us to push it open. The room is in darkness as he makes his way inside, but LED tubing runs around the edge of the ceiling, casting the room in bright blue light. Eradicating the darkness of the night without being too bright. My hand flexes in King's, tightening around his thick fingers.
Maybe the room is always like this.
Maybe they put these on just for me.
I swallow sharply, watching as Rex saunters further into the large room, more like an open plan suite than just a bedroom.
Two closed doors are on the far left of the space. Dark grey leather couches set around a TV and game consoles set further forwards, a small table between them. A large window with drawn blinds stretches across the wall directly in front of the doorway we stand in. The large bed sits off to the far right, dressed with various shades of dark and pale grey sheets, a mass of black and green pillows atop it.
One of the doors to our left opens revealing a now topless Lynx. His tanned skin is inked with realism looping serpents, thorny looking vines, all of it in various shades of grey and black. Little dribbles of water smatter his chest, rolling down the hard structure of his abs, soaking into the waistband of his low hanging jogging bottoms. Feet bare, arms raised high above his head, fingers hooked into the doorframe, he rocks in the doorway, his muscles twitching and jumping.
I'm staring at him, his temple resting on the edge of the doorframe, a darkened bathroom at his back as the door behind me clicks closed. The sound ominous in the silent room. Loud, final.
Rex stalks forward then, slow, deliberate. Dragging his gaze up my body, licking his lips, his head cocked, he looks up at mefrom beneath his lashes, stopping before me. He bites into his bottom lip, canine snagging the pink skin.
Slowly, he lifts a hand between us, extended fingertip tracing along my collarbone to the hollow in the base of my throat. He drags the digit down the bare skin of my chest, over the criss-cross of thin straps holding my crop top to my breasts. Rex's fingertip drags over the thin cotton of my top, nail pricking over the stiff peak of my nipple. He circles it, eyes on mine from beneath hooded lids, he watches me, sucking on his bottom lip.
My breath pants, feeling three pairs of eyes watching me.
King's hand still tight in mine, he lifts it to his lips, mouthing wet kisses across my knuckles, stealing my attention, as a third body closes in on me.
Lynx's scent floods the space, rich cedar, sweet berries, his mouth instantly finds the cap of my shoulder, his teeth scraping deliciously down my flesh.
I tremble between them, my eyes locked on King's even as Rex palms my breast, flicking his thumb over my nipple. Eliciting a shudder, I gasp as King's tongue flicks over my fingertips, sucking them, one by one, into his hot, wet mouth. My eyelashes flutter as large, hot hands smooth up my back, down my arse, over my sides.
Lynx's hand sweeps up my spine, beneath my curls, his thick fingers threading into my hair, fisting it at the root. He jerks my head towards him, unlatching his teeth from my shoulder, crashing them into mine.
His lips and teeth and tongue war with mine. Straddling the line between too rough and too gentle. I want to fold myself into him, let him take his fill of me. His tongue wraps itself around mine, before he sucks it eagerly into his mouth, pressure of his sucking pulling at the very back of my tongue.
A moan catches in my throat, swallowed by Lynx as Rex suctions his lips to the corner of my jaw, his hot breath sweepingdown my bruised neck. King's mouth licks and sucks its way up my arm, pulling and nipping with his teeth as he suckles on the inside of my elbow.
My free hand fumbles as I grab onto Rex's shoulder, my short nails carving into his colourfully inked, pale skin as I take hold of him. He nips my jaw, along the length of it to the tip of my chin, and then his tongue is lapping upwards, disconnecting my kiss with Lynx to push his tongue into my mouth alongside his friend's. Our mouths are clumsy, three tongues licking and tasting one another’s, teeth nip at my bottom lip, another set biting into my top and it feels like I'm the toy in a tug of war. Both of them kissing me, and each other as we pant, and moan, drawing in each other's humid breaths.
A gentle tug on the ends of my hair has me pulling back, neck craning. Watching down the length of my nose as Lynx and Rex's mouths crash together in my absence.
Their kiss is violence. A collision of tongues, a clash of teeth. Just as catastrophic and beautiful as a thunder and lightning storm.
King's fingers join Lynx’s in my hair, tugging the ends sharply, earning a breathless gasp in response, my eyes roll onto him and I'm caught in the storm I find in his cloudy grey eyes.
“Open up, Princess,” he rasps thickly and my lips part of their own accord for King to spit into my mouth before his tongue is thrusting inside.
He groans deeply, sending the primal vibration rattling through my teeth, the fizzing current shooting all the way down to my core. King kisses me with his whole body. Every part of him moves into me, against me, his heat scorching my tingling skin. His fingers are looped in the ends of my curls, brushing my lower spine, but they work effortlessly against the knotted lacing across my back. His thick fingers deftly unthread the strings offabric over my back, feeling my top drop to my hips, exposing me.
