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"Yes," Flint answered from in front of her. "Don't try to open your eyes," he repeated.
"If you want to stop, just say voices," Cam instructed.
"Voices?" she squeaked. It seemed to be an odd choice of words.
"It's not exactly a word you'd normally scream out during sex," he pointed out. "Unless there's something you haven't told us."
"No, nothing," she said hastily.
"Then relax and let us do our thing," Flint said.
Macey nodded but said nothing. She could already feel the anticipation building within her. She didn't think she'd ever felt like this before, not even with her men before.
A hand touched her stomach before trailing across it. A second hand joined the first but she wasn't sure which belonged to which of her men. They were both standing close to her, so she guessed they were both touching her, but it was hard to tell.
"We're going to move you now," Flint whispered, not breaking the moment.
The hands disappeared and she groaned in disappointment. One of the men slipped their arms under her legs and hoisted her up, carrying her over to what she assumed what would be the bed. Though she wasn't all that sure about that. She hadn't really gotten a good look about. Cam had been a little bit to much of a mess for her to look around. She'd have to try and remember to ask him about the dream when things were a little less physical. It wasn't exactly something she wanted to deal with right now. It'd be something of a mood killer.
Whichever of the two was carrying her laid her down. The bed had been the right guess, the softness surprised her almost as much as it had the night before. How had her people ever thought badly of selkies? With beds like these, she doubted anyone would ever have a bad experience with them.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand sneaking up each thigh. The touches were firm, the callouses on them expected and only adding to the sensation. She wanted the two of them so badly but couldn't do anything to actually tell them other than moan.
She was nothing more than a body of sensation. Nothing mattered other than the three of them in a bed and the only thing that would have made it more perfect would be the addition of Rónán and Jared too. Though how she'd keep up with four men at once was beyond her. Saying that, she was managing emotionally, so there was little doubt she'd work it out in the bedroom too.
Maybe Jared's kabouter family wasn't too far off thinking about grandchildren.
She thrashed her head from side to side, half from the pleasure of the caresses all over her body and partly to rid herself of any thoughts of children. She wasn't ready yet. And not just because she had a world to save. There were so many other things she wanted to do and experience in life which would be a lot more difficult if she had to do it with a child in tow. Plus there were other things to work out. Like the roles of all her men in the child's life, no matter which was going to end up being the father.
Firm lips pressed against hers, while the other man parted her legs. Neither of them were being particularly gentle. Nor were they being rough. It was that perfect balance between which made Macey feel more wanted with each touch of skin on skin.
The man kissing her trailed his lips over her neck and down to her collarbone, just as the other began to move up the insides of her legs. Macey arched off the bed. They weren't even touching any of the places she wanted them and she was already a needy pile of mush.
A low moan escaped from her lips as they moved inwards. Having two men in bed with her wasn't a new experience, but something about the fact she couldn't tell who was doing what gave it a new edge. An exciting one. It was almost surprising it wasn't Jared involved this time, though given the accessibility of a blindfold, it had probably been his idea in the first place. If this was the kind of thing he was going to come up with then she was more than happy to let him be in charge of sex games.
Brief images of Jared lounging on a chair and instructing her other men in how best to pleasure her sprung to mind. Now that was something she could get on board with. Maybe she'd suggest it to him. it'd be a great feast for him if he needed to rejuvenate his powers.
Macey gave a short cry as the man between her legs settled close to her core, the sensation of his breath hitting her skin driving her higher, even if he wasn't actually touching her yet.
Sometimes, she could swear the anticipation was almost as good as the main event.
His lips caressed the inside of her thigh, almost high enough but not quite. She whimpered, just as he other man closed his lips around her nipple and rolled his tongue around it.
Her release began to coil within her body and she was worryingly close to the finish, even if her men had barely started. Not that it would stop them. All it would do was make them more determined to make her unravel several more times. They were the determined sort like that.
The kissed moved inwards, fluttering against her most sensitive places. His tongue darted out and he drew it upwards, circling it around her clit. Macey jolted, unable to keep herself still under the pressure on both her clit and her nipple at the same time,.It was times like this she was grateful for having multiple men of her own. Other women were missing out by just having the one.
A sharp pain came from her nipple as the man there tugged it between his teeth, but the pain soon subsided to a dull ache that only served to push her closer towards the edge. As if talking to each other silently, the men both increased the tempo and she couldn't hold back any longer. Letting out a piercing cry, she arched off the bed, shuddering and writhing beneath them until everything went black.
Eighteen
Macey tried to blink but failed miserably. She'd almost completely blacked out and had forgotten she was wearing a blindfold. The men were still touching her, though not quite as intensely.
"Are you ready for more?" Cam asked, his voice coming from the left. Not that it told her which what he'd been doing to her before. She was pretty sure they'd moved while she'd been a little out of it.
"Yes," she said weakly. She wasn't completely convinced but knew they wouldn't push her past where she was willing to go. And it'd feel good.
So good.
