“Not an issue,” Aster adds.
“You can orgasm more than any of us, so it stands to reason you need more than one male to keep you satisfied,” Torin says.
I... that actually makes a lot of sense. Not that I’ve ever felt this pull to multiple ‘someones’ before.
Not to anyone, really. Not in the same way.
Maybe it’s the memory of Aster’s magic messing with my head. But it’s left my heart and my clit both beating harder for these men.
... that’s a thought I immediately relegate to a deep dark corner of my brain, where it’ll never see the light of day again.
“Are you certain though, Reva?” Torin growls, leaning forward so that the blanket falls into a heap, revealing his bare chest. “Even if this is just a bit of fun to you or to blow off steam, you need to be sure. I’m not sure I can—” He cuts himself off with a hard, audible swallow, and my chest squeezes painfully at the reminder that he thought I was dead.
“I’m certain,” I tell him, my stomach flipping over as he closes his eyes briefly. “And it’s not just a bit of fun to me.” I fight the urge to duck my head. I’m no coward, and they deserve to hear the words from me, and for me not to shy away from them just because I’m baring myself to them. Making myself vulnerable.
“You mean more than that,” I tell them before letting out a slow, shaky breath. “Now, will one of you please kiss me?”
Not a second passes before I’m twisted and Kit scoops me into his arms, his hands on my arse. I wrap my legs around him as he kisses me long and hard, his tongue tangling with mine.
Over Kit’s shoulder, Torin’s eyes scan mine for a moment before he dips down to press his lips to mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. He tastes like sugar and spice, and I let out a little moan against his lips, feeling his chest vibrate in a grumble of satisfaction.
“Thought I might never get to hear that sound again,” he murmurs. “Or at least, not outside of my dreams. Now, close your eyes for me, my sweet.”
I don’t hesitate to follow his instructions, squeezing my eyes tightly shut with a delicious shiver as he trails his fingertips over my collarbone and between my breasts, trailing over my clothes to my thighs where he pauses.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he says.
I stifle a smirk as I wriggle out of my trousers, and I hear the three different reactions when they realise I’m not wearing underwear.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re everything I imagined and more,” Kit says.
“So gorgeous,” Aster adds.
The sheets are soft against my hypersensitive skin, and I lean back, eyes hungrily raking over the three of them. “Your turn.”
There’s movement on the mattress as Torin shifts behind me and the other two start to strip out of their clothes. They’re all so different: Kit with his lean form, Torin and his bulk, and Aster with his newly filled out muscles and the scars that are scattered across his flesh. All are equally gorgeous.
“How should we do this?” I say softly, eyes scanning from one to the next. Although Torin’s still behind me, running his fingers up and down my spine.
“How’s about we play a little game?” he rasps into my ear. “Would you trust us to keep your eyes covered?”
Aster climbs onto the bed beside me, kissing my temple, my cheek, my jaw. He keeps moving along until he reaches my nipple, which he draws into his mouth all while he keeps his eyes focused intently on my face. I squirm and his lips quirk up in a devastating half-smile.
“Reva?” Torin chuckles.
“Y-yep, I trust you,” I gasp as Kit appears on my other side, kissing my other breast and plucking my nipple until my clit pulses with the sensation.
Then there are hands shifting me and tying something soft around my eyes, blocking out the last of the light. The scents of cloves, cinnamon and sugar invade my nostrils as someone runs their hand over my stomach, trailing down to my soaked pussy. Their touch is a tease, barely enough movement and friction to feel anything, and I lift my hips, seeking more sensation. Someone else’s hand circles my ankles, tugging them wider apart.
A thrill of excitement goes through me right the way up my spine as more hands run up and down my legs. Then there’s a tongue licking my clit in slow circles while another mouth sucks on my nipple.
Their movements are so different, but they somehow work in sync.
Lips meet mine and I can tell that the person kissing me like they’re trying to devour me whole is Torin. The person mouthing my nipple is doing it with care, but just enough bite to send me wild. The tongue at my clit continues to circle and shift without mercy. They widen and then narrow their tongue, just like they’re whispering words I can’t hear against my sensitive bundle of nerves.
I moan against Torin’s lips as he murmurs soft words of encouragement.
“So beautiful. You’re doing so well for us.”
