Page 17 of Every Eligible Man

"Breathe," Ash says against my ear from behind. His hands slide up my ribcage as we sway, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.

"She can't breathe," Slade observes from my left, lips trailing along my jaw. "She's too busy imagining all the things we could do to her."

"Three mouths," Wreck adds from my right, teeth grazing my shoulder. "Six hands. Three cocks. And all night to use them."

I whimper. Actually whimper. In public. In front of everyone. My reputation is in tatters and I could not care less.

"We're going to make you feel things you didn't know you could feel," Ash continues, hands tightening on my hips.

"We're going to worship every inch of you and then wreck every inch of you," Slade promises.

"And you're going to love it so much you'll never want just one man again," Wreck finishes.

They turn me between them, one brother to the next to the next, each one claiming my mouth for a brief, devastating kiss before passing me along.

Ash kisses deep and demanding and utterly consuming. I melt into it, knees going weak, grateful for his hands holding me upright.

Slade kisses like a question: clever and teasing, making me chase his tongue. I lean into him, desperate for more, and he pulls back just enough to make me whine.

Wreck kisses like a wildfire: unpredictable and all-consuming and slightly unhinged. He bites my lip. I gasp. He grins against my mouth like he's won something.

By the time they have me back in the center of their triangle, my knees are actually shaking.

"So," Wreck says, grinning at his brothers over my head. "I think she's made a decision."

"I think she made it after the first dance," Slade agrees. "She's just been enjoying the torture."

“Lady Cinder.” Ash's voice rumbles through me. "Tell us what you want."

I look at the sea of shocked faces around us, the princes I've rejected, the nobles clutching their pearls, Mira drinking directly from a wine bottle in the corner.

Then I look at the three men surrounding me. Three different flavors of exactly what I've been craving.

"There's a private antechamber down the east corridor," I say, voice steady despite the chaos in my body. "Thick walls. Good lock. And a table sturdy enough to hold my weight."

Slade's smile turns sharp. "Is that an invitation?"

"That's an order." I grab the front of Ash's doublet with one hand and Wreck's coat with the other. "All three of you. Now. I want to find out if you can actually deliver what you've been promising."

From somewhere in the rafters, a crow's voice drifts down. "Five hours remaining. I’m going to need so much therapy."

From Ash's pocket, I hear tiny voices erupt:

"Phase two! Phase two!"

"This is the greatest night of my life!"

I don't know what that means. I don't care what that means.

All I care about is getting these three men alone and finding out if they can actually ruin me the way they've been promising.

I grab them by their fancy lapels and drag them toward the shadows.

Let the kingdom talk.

I'm about to get exactly what I need.

The Antechamber