“Too much?” His teeth nip my earlobe.
“Not enough,” I counter, and I feel his smile against my neck.
Drake watches us, his eyes dark with want, his hands still obediently above his head where I placed them. The sight of him laid out beneath me, willing and waiting, sends a thrill through me.
I reach down, tugging at the hem of his shirt, just as real as he is, the cloth a fine woven cotton. “Take this off.”
He sits up just enough to pull it over his head, then settles back, bare-chested and beautiful. Truly he is. I can appreciate that now, seeing him like this. I run my hands over his skin,marveling at how solid he feels, how warm. This isn’t the Drake who flickers and fades. This is a man, here and now, real as can be.
Behind me, Soren’s hands get bolder, one sliding down my stomach, slipping past my waistband to find me wet and waiting. I take a sharp breath when his fingers stroke me, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“Someone’s eager,” he teases, circling my clit with torturous slowness.
“Shut up,” I manage.
“Make me,” he challenges, and I turn my head to meet his mouth in a bruising kiss.
While Soren’s fingers work their magic between my legs, I focus on Drake, unbuttoning his trousers and tugging them down his hips. His thick cock springs free, hard and ready, and I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly.
“Rose,” he groans, his hips lifting into my touch.
“I thought I told you to stay still,” I remind him, giving him a gentle squeeze that makes his breath hitch.
“Yes, ma’am,” he gasps, forcing himself back down.
I hear movement to my left and turn to see Lucien, watching us from the edge of the bed. He’s still fully dressed, but the look in his eyes tells me he’s far from uninvolved. Our gazes lock, and something passes between us. It’s a question, an answer, and an invitation.
He moves closer, one hand reaching out to brush hair from my face. His touch is cool against my flushed skin, a contrast to theheat building inside me from Soren’s skilled fingers and Drake’s eager responsiveness.
“Lovely Rose,” Lucien murmurs, and it undoes me somehow.
I lean into his touch, seeking more. Lucien obliges, his hand curving around the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that’s surprisingly gentle given the hunger in his eyes. His other hand joins Soren’s beneath my shirt, and between the two of them, they strip it from me in one fluid movement.
The cool air hits my bare skin, making me shiver, but I’m surrounded by warmth with Drake beneath me, Soren pressed against my back, and Lucien now kneeling beside us. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but instead I feel powerful. Desired. Safe.
“More,” I demand, not even sure who I’m asking.
It doesn’t matter. They all respond.
Clothes disappear in a frantic rush of hands and breathless laughter. Drake helps me out of my pants while Soren tugs off his own shirt. Lucien undresses slowly, folding each item before setting it aside.
And then we’re all naked on my too-small bed. Soren’s hands never stop moving, exploring every inch of me. Drake watches with undisguised hunger as Soren’s fingers circle my entrance, teasing but never quite giving me what I need.
“Stop teasing,” I pant, trying to push back against his hand.
Soren chuckles, the sound vibrating against my neck where his mouth is leaving marks I’ll see tomorrow. “But you’re so pretty when you beg.”
“I’m not begging,” I insist, even as my body betrays me, arching into his touch.
“Not yet,” he agrees, slipping one finger inside me, then another. “But you will.”
I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed. When I open them, Lucien is watching me intently, his gaze tracking every reaction. He reaches out, running his thumb across my bottom lip. I open for him, taking his thumb into my mouth, sucking gently.
His eyes darken. “Good girl.”
The praise sends a chill down my spine. I release his thumb, then turn my attention back to Drake, who’s been waiting with remarkable patience. I shift, positioning myself over him.
“Ready?” I ask, and the irony of asking permission when I’ve been ordering him around isn’t lost on me.
