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I rolled my eyes at him, but that just had him tossing on a sexy smile.
Rix’s mouth replaced his hands, and he began peppering warm kisses up my leg, starting at my big toe, then moving to my instep, my ankle, and up the inside of my leg. He paused, swirling his tongue around the back of my knee, which tickled more than I expected it to, and I jerked away from him, smiling like a lovesick buffoon.
“Does that tickle?” he asked, smiling because he knew damn well that it did.
I narrowed my eyes at him, allowing him to take my leg again and recommence his journey north. His tongue twirled a path along my inner thigh until he reached my slick core. But all I got was a quick peck on my clit before he began working his way down the inside of my other leg.
I growled in frustration.
“You have somewhere to be, Kitten?” Zane asked, a cocky, self-assured grin sitting lazily on his lips.
“Yeah, maybe Orgasmtown?” I said, dishing back the attitude.
“Oh, we’ll get you there,” Jorik murmured, taking my nipple between his thumb and finger and twisting. “But don’t forget to enjoy the journey getting there. I’ve been told it’s breathtaking.” He dropped his mouth back to my nipple and tugged with his teeth, taking my breath straight out of my lungs as I groaned.
They worked me over with their hands and mouths, touching me everywhere, worshipping me just as they said they would. Loving me just as they said they did. Yet, through it all, I never got more than those quick clit kisses from Rix—not nearly enough—and they all knew it. I was panting with desire, drenched in longing, and my hips churned and bucked with a mind of their own. Every time I dropped my butt back down to the blanket, the wet patch beneath me was bigger.
“Guys,” I moaned. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Jorik asked, twisting his tongue around my navel.
“Please love me,” I whined.
“We do,” Rix said.
My mouth dipped into a pout. “If you did, you wouldn’t be torturing me like this.”
All three of them grinned.
“What do you want, Kitten?” Zane asked.
“For one of you to stick something in me,” I ground out, frustrated to no end. “Or all of you to stick something in me. Fill me up, goddammit.”
“Oh baby, you talk so sweet.” Rix’s chuckle was pure sex and rasp, and I fought the urge to reach out and grab his hair and haul his face to my pussy. He probably would have liked that, though.
“Who do you want where?” Jorik asked, lifting his head from my navel and moving up to face me. But he didn’t give me a chance to answer before he crushed his lips to mine. He kissed me with that potent, possessive need he always did. However, like always with Jorik, it was laced with this undeniable sense of kindness mixed with just a hint of darkness.
Zane was the broody one of the bunch. Rix, the playful jokester, and Jorik sat somewhere in between. He had a darkness about him—not nearly as black as Zane’s, but it was there.
He was second in command, after Zane, and took that responsibility seriously. Maybe it was the scientist in him, but more than the other two, Jorik was purposeful and precise in everything he did. Almost to the point of being calculating. But he wasn’t cold. Rather, he had genuine warmth and goodness about him, like a well-stoked fire—heating and healing—and I was drawn to his flickering flames like a curious moth more and more each moment I spent with him. His layers seemed endless, and I was enjoying peeling back each one and learning more about the man I’d fallen in love with.
Our breath merged and our tongues intertwined in a soul-consuming dance that left the whole room spinning.
Rix, that sneaky bugger, had casually started rubbing his thumb against my clit while Jorik and I kissed, and Zane was sucking on my right nipple.
I arched my back, pushing my breast against Zane’s mouth, and churned my hips, desperate for Rix’s finger, but even with this building frustration inside of me, the orgasm came on like a tsunami, sweeping through me and spreading out into decadent warmth that saw my body melting into the blankets when it was over.
Jorik broke our kiss and lifted his head, smiling. “That was one.”
I furrowed my brow in confusion, blinking away the blurriness as the climax fog slowly receded.
“Orgasms,” he said. “You’re having at least five from each of us before we let you sleep. One for every night we were away from you.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my skull. “That’s going to kill me,” I whispered.
“There’s a reason they call itla petite mort—or little death,” Jorik said, pressing his lips to mine again. “Now who do you want where?”
