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“Hold on tight, princess, this is about to get wild.”
I keen when dual vibrations send me soaring. One focused in the rear and one deep inside my pussy, tapping and vibrating that spot that completely undoes me. Throw in the sucking and licking on my clit, and I’m gone. I shake through another orgasm, boneless and sated.
“No more,” I whisper, my body spent and ready for rest.
“One more, little lamb. You can give us one more, can’t you?” Lucian encourages, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear.
I nod my head. That new urge to please them building again.
“Good girl,” he whispers and kisses my check and the corner of my lips before sealing his mouth over mine.
Three more. They push my body through three more mind-blowing, bone-rattling, earth-shattering orgasms.
Grey spots dance around the edges of my blindfolded vision and darkness coats my mind, pulling me deeper into her depths.
I can’t fight her anymore and snuggle into her warm embrace of pleasurable oblivion, a sated smile playing on my lips.
* * *
A groan spills from my lips as awareness seeps back into my waking conscience and dim light filters in through my closed eyelids.
“There she is,” the playful tone of Dante says from beside me. Cool fingertips brush the hair across my forehead, tucking it behind my ear.
“You okay there, little lamb?” an edge of concern coating Lucian’s tone.
“You ready for more?” I can hear the smugness in Otis’ tone. I’d bet money he was sporting the grin to match.
“I … canna …” I slur, the fog hovering over me, thick and palpable.
A chorus of manly chuckles reaches my ears. Sexy and so full of pride. I almost wish I could open my eyes to see them. But if I’m being honest … I kind of love this current state of being I’m in. Completely sated—boneless, even—with not a care in the world.
“What was that, angel?”
“I says … I canna feel me legs.” I’m not really sure I got all the words right, but I think I made my point clear enough.
The fluorescent overhead lights in the room wink to life, burning my retinas behind my still closed lids. I groan and pull—well, someone’s arm—over my closed eyes.
“Come on, little lamb, that means it’s time to get up and get ready to head out,” Lucian laughs, pulling his arm away from my face.
His words take a moment to penetrate through the haze. “Shit,” I blurt out, bolting upright, nearly knocking foreheads with Otis. “How long was I out?”
“Long enough for me to give you a tattoo,” Dante smiles, and fuck me, if that smile couldn’t melt the panties off a nun.
“You did what?” I practically shout, jumping from the bed and spinning in circles, searching for this mythical tattoo.
Hands grip my shoulders, halting my spinning and steadying me on my feet when I sway at the abrupt stop. Dante slides his fingertips down both arms, and I’m immediately reminded of the familiar touch of fingers tracing my body, my chest, up my arm, and over my breasts. Heat ignites like a furnace low in my abdomen, and I rub my thighs together to dispel some of the ache gradually building between my legs.
Stopping at my right wrist, he lifts my hand and shows me the delicate rose with angel wings drawn in black ink on the inside of my wrist. “A little something to remember this night by,” he says, a shy tone to his words.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper, tracing the inked lines with my other hand. I look up into his eyes and offer him a sweet smile. “Even though you lied to me,” I quip playfully.
He leans in and places a sweet kiss to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. The inferno of heat building inside of me, begging to be set free. To ravage and be ravaged.
Two strong arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me away from Dante, whose expression is one of the cat who just ate the canary. “Come now, little lamb, time to get dressed before Palo has all our heads for delaying.”
I let out an exasperated huff, though it holds zero weight.
We quickly dress, though the guys only have to throw on shirts and shoes since they never fully undressed.
