“Try me,” she fired back.
There was a brief stillness, a hairsbreadth of a pause that seemed ripe with the possibility that anything might happen. And then, in the next instant, everything did happen.
Tej and Rhys moved with incredible speed. One moment, they were sitting nearby, and the next, they were all around her. She couldn’t tell where she ended and they began. She was surrounded by aroused male heat and muscle.
Their hands were all over her body, stroking through her hair, down her back, along her arms, around her waist, and covering her breasts. Their mouths, too, seemed everywhere at once. Anywhere her flesh was exposed, their lips caressed. Her face, her neck, the expanse of her chest. On her breasts.
She blinked, because suddenly, she was no longer wearing her jacket and her bodice was gone, as were her skirts and petticoats. The shift she’d been wearing was mere scraps that hung in tatters. Looking into the men’s faces, there wasn’t a hint of repentance anywhere, even though they’d stripped her without her notice. Ezra, in fact, put away a slim knife. So, he’d been the one to rip her shift.
“You’ll need to replace that.” There wasn’t any anger in her admonishment.
“My love,” he vowed, “I’ll give you a dozen shifts of linen so fine, you could read through it.”
“Just one sturdy shift will suffice.”
He shook his head. “You deserve, and shall receive, so much better.”
“But—”
Her protest died when he bent down and fastened his lips over her taut nipple. He drew it into his mouth and sucked, flicking his tongue over the stiffened tip. She cried out, clutching his head closer.
As he sucked, a second mouth covered her other breast. Through hazy eyes, she saw Tej licking her, too, both men kneading and stroking her breasts at the same time. Heat and wetness flooded between her legs. She could hardly believe this was happening, and yet the torrents of sensation cascading through her proved that this was indeed real.
Rhys pressed in close behind her, kissing her neck, whispering in her ear in his musical Welsh accent that she was lovely, so lovely, and they wanted nothing more than to give her all the pleasure she could stand. At this rate, she was going to have to stand quite a considerable amount.
Tej’s hand glided up her leg, and Ezra’s hand did the same. They skimmed over calf and knee and thigh, going higher until both of their fingers stroked over the lips of her sex.
Her back arched as someone’s fingers grazed her clitoris, while someone else’s broad fingers found her entrance and circled it purposefully. The pressure on her clitoris grew more intense, rubbing it, even lightly pinching. At the same time, the fingers at her slick entrance sank inside, filling her with thick thrusts. All the while, Tej and Ezra continued to lick and suck her nipples, and Rhys nibbled on her ear and grazed his teeth over her neck.
She came at once. The climax happened quicker than expected, and yet it tore through her with a sudden, blinding intensity. Arching up, she cried out. The sound echoed in the cavernous ballroom.
Her body went boneless. She had hazy impressions of Rhys, Tej, and Ezra stripping, throwing their clothing aside heedlessly, and someone whisked away the tray of food and bottles of wine. When her vision cleared, she lay on her back, the nap of the carpet luxurious against her bare skin. A naked Ezra knelt between her legs, while Rhys and Tej also knelt, one on each side of her.
Their bare bodies were wondrous, their powerful shoulders and limbs. She eyed the shapes of their thighs—Tej heavily muscled, Rhys leaner, and Ezra athletic and taut—and her ravenous gaze roamed along the ridges of their stomachs. Each of them brandished heavy curved erections, veined and thick, the heads broad and shining. Already, droplets of fluid leaked from the tips of their cocks, dripping down the shafts.
She licked her lips as Tej took himself in hand and gave his cock three strong pumps to spread more moisture along his length. He glanced toward her mouth, and her lips parted automatically.
“Will you suck me, jewel?” Tej asked gruffly. “I want to feel your tongue on me.”
Struck wordless with arousal, all she could manage was a nod.
Tej maneuvered himself so that he now knelt by her head. He cradled the back of her neck with his hand, supporting her as he guided his cock toward her mouth.
She opened fully for him as he slid the round head between her lips. At first, it was only this. He didn’t press forward or give her more. She ran her tongue around the crest, and tasted the salt of him, before sucking on him. He groaned before sliding deeper into her mouth, feeding her his shaft. It was thick, so thick, she had to stretch her mouth open as wide as she could to fit him. Yet the snugness seemed to please him, because he let out a series of deep, hoarse rumbles as he slowly thrust in and out of her. His dark eyes glittered as he watched her sucking him.
“That’s it, jewel,” he growled. “Take me. Just like that. Can I go deeper? Harder? There’s my love,” he said, when she gave a quick nod.
Her eyelids fluttered, but then her eyes went wide when she felt Ezra’s mouth fuse to her sex. He sucked on her clitoris, flicking it with his tongue, as two, then three of his fingers sank deep inside her.
She didn’t know what to do, how to think, not when Tej began to fuck her mouth in earnest, and Ezra fucked her with lips and fingers. And then Rhys was caressing her breasts, licking and stroking them, and rubbing her nipples with his hard cock made slick with his arousal.
Pleasure built in crackling waves. It crashed so hard, Ezra and Rhys had to hold her down as her body bowed upward. She screamed, the sound muffled by Tej’s cock still deep in her mouth.
When she attempted to speak, the three men stopped their ministrations. Tej slid from her, and though she missed having him between her lips, she needed to be heard.
“I want more,” she gasped.
“Tell us what it is you want, Lady Vixen,” Ezra said, his face shining with her juices.
