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"Gold," I breathed.
"And Ela's?"
"Gold," I said again.
"And Talin's?" he asked, kissing a little higher.
It was Anver who answered. "Red. Our god's favorite colors."
"Zeal has good taste," Peyron whispered just before his mouth found mine.
He kissed passionately. There was no hesitation, no worry that he wouldn't be good at it. His kiss was all male, filled with the comfort of being in charge. He didn't take, didn't give; he simply savored. When my tongue met his, I was the one moaning in approval, and his fingers tightened on the back of my head. His other hand moved to my side, sliding higher toward my breast.
"Tell me this is ok?" he begged.
"I've waited years for this," I assured him. "It's more than ok. This, Peyron, is going to be fun."
"All my fantasies at once," he breathed before kissing me again.
Then his hand found my breast, sliding across the fabric to tease my nipple into a hardened peak. I pressed into the contact, feeling him throb beneath me. Peyron growled deep in his throat, but when I threw my head back, his attention once again jumped to the guys, even as his hands moved to the neckline of my top.
"Fuck, they're sexy," he whispered as he worked the buttons free to release my breasts.
I ground my ass onto the hard ridge I was sitting against. "Are they naked yet?"
"No." He got the top button of my dress open, which made the rest easier. "Can't say I'd mind seeing what two men together look like, but I'm not about to pressure your guardian."
"Just wait until you see his lace," I teased. Then, tilting my head to get another partial glimpse of the guys, I said, "Ela, show Pey how sexy it is when you're on your knees?"
"Yes, dearest," Ela replied.
Peyron's groan convinced me that more clothes were coming off. His words proved it. "They both have collars, and Ela has pattern on his back."
"Lace," I corrected, my hands moving to undress Peyron the way he was doing to me. "Yours is a pattern. Ours is lace, meant to entice and draw the eye."
"Oh, it does that," he promised. "I keep thinking I should be ashamed of watching, but I can't look away."
"They like it," I assured him as I reached the last button and pushed his shirt open.
Peyron wasn't bulky like a guardian. He wasn't soft, either. This man's body was lean, fit, and sculpted. Lithe was a good word, and it worked for him. He was built like a dancer, with no extra weight anywhere, yet every part of his body was so perfectly defined that I wanted to lick it, tasting the beauty of him.
So I pushed myself away, finding my feet. Peyron pulled his eyes off the guys and back to me. "Oh, no," I told him. "Watch them. Focus on them. Tonight, Pey, is all aboutyourpleasure."
Then I got out of the rest of my dress. I'd picked this one because of the temptation of undressing me, being forced to remove piece by piece. Now, I was cursing myself for a fool. Once it was open, I pushed the whole thing down, standing there in a set of black-and-red lingerie.
Peyron looked, forgetting all about the guys for a moment. His eyes devoured me, and the man sat up to get rid of his shirt. Tossing that away without a care, he reached for my waist, pulling my body closer so he could get one more kiss. I made it fast and hard, tasting him while I bent my knees, sinking down gracefully between his spread legs. He followed, bending so we didn't have to break the kiss, but that just made it easier.
While our tongues tangled, his hands wandered, caressing my shoulder, my neck, and even the top of my back. It was as if he couldn't resist the feel of my skin. I, however, was working on his pants. The belt was in my way. The buttons were just a little too tight, forcing me to concentrate. Still, before he pulled away, I managed to free his dick, feeling it release from the confines of his clothes.
"Watch them," I breathed as I bent to find my prize.
Oh, he wasn't the biggest man in the world, but he also wasn't the smallest. Thick veins wrapped around his shaft, begging my hands to stroke them, so I did. My mouth followed. The drop of pre-cum on the tip was salty, but the quick breath he sucked in was amazingly sweet. Then I swirled my tongue around his swollen head inside my mouth, toying with him, wanting to see just how fast he'd break.
"By the gods," he groaned, grasping at the back of my head. "Nari, if you keep that up, I will make a fool of myself."
"Then be a fool," Ela told him. "Let's see how many times you both can come."
"Then you're going to have to deep-throat this, Ela," Talin told him, his voice a deep, sensual rumble. "Let's see if you can beat Nari."
