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She gulped, recognizing his tone of jealousy. “Sir, it was something I couldn’t give up even after our breakup. No one has touched me since,” she confessed, unable to hold back anything from him now that they were in play. Apparently, her submissive side remained under the surface all these years.
As he removed his belt, she gasped. He definitely was still one of her three Doms. The Wolfes would always be the Doms who owned her heart.
He wrapped her wrists together with the leather strap, and she felt her whole being settle into that familiar space she’d missed every second of every day and night—especially the nights—since their breakup.
“On your knees, sub,” he commanded.
She obeyed instantly, lowering her eyes as he and his brothers had taught her. This is where I belong. At his feet. At least for tonight.
“You are mine, Phoebe Blue. That’s never changed.”
She saw his T-shirt fall at her feet, which let her know he was taking off his clothes. She wanted to look up and drink in his sexy male beauty, but didn’t dare. Her Dom hadn’t given her permission yet.
He kicked off his cowboy boots. When his jeans landed to the side of her, the temptation to take a peek was too great. She slowly and cautiously lifted her gaze.
“Naughty sub,” he said with a smile.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said, but didn’t lower her eyes. God, he is gorgeous, just like I remember. Lucas stood in front of her in only black boxers. Nothing has changed in that department. Even the Wolfe brothers’ choices of underwear gave a hint to their distinct personalities. Lucas wore boxers. Jason white briefs. Mitchell always went commando. She grinned, recalling so many other things she loved about the trio.
“Okay, stand up, baby.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He put his hand on her shoulders. “I need to feel this body, every inch, every curve. I want to be inside you, stretching your pussy with my cock.” He grabbed her hands, still locked together by his leather belt, and brought them to his boxers. She could feel his hard, monstrous cock under the fabric. “You want to see it again, don’t you, sub?”
She nodded, feeling her lips quiver.
“Take off my underwear,” he ordered.
Though it was difficult with the belt on her wrists, she obeyed instantly. When he stepped out of his shorts, he pulled her in close, and she could feel every hot inch of his muscled frame, his erection pressing against her body.
He tilted her head up, capturing her lusty mouth with his, tracing her lips with his hot tongue. She could feel his masculine fingers massaging her breasts again, causing her nipples to become taut. The burn there swirled through her body, settling between her thighs, causing her clit to ache even more.
She was lost to him. He was right that she was his.
Heaven help me, I always have been his. Mitchell’s and Jason’s, too.
No matter how hard she tried to push them away, the Wolfe brothers inhabited every second of her thoughts. Breakup or not, she belonged to them.
Her heart beat faster and faster as Lucas deepened his kiss and moved one of his hands down her sides, sending his fingers between her legs to the inside of her thighs, teasing her into madness. So familiar…so right.
He released her lips and she saw an urgency in his eyes that was unfamiliar. He was on the edge of his control, and so was she.
Three years. God, I need this. I need him.
She shifted her hips to try to get his hand where she so desperately needed it—on her pussy.
He moved his hand a fraction of an inch from her clit.
“Please,” she begged, ne
eding his touch, angling her body again.
He laughed, keeping his fingers just out of reach. “Who is in charge here?”
“You are, Sir.”
“Damn right, I am.” He threaded his hand through her soaked folds and then circled her clit, increasing the pressure that had been building since their first kiss tonight. “Tell me what you want, sub.”
