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“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I ask.
His brow furrows, that stubborn superman curl falling across his eyes.
“I like seeing you come,” he says.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
They’re not used to this, so I guess negotiation really isn’t a thing here. I look around at the three of them, pursing my lips.
“If we’re going to do this, we all need to agree on how it’s going to work,” I say. “And I think my first rule is that Atlas is in charge.”
He squeezes my hand, and I flash him a smile. Keon gives me a mischievous grin, while Corvus frowns in confusion.
“I thought you were in charge,” Corvus says.
“I’m not really into that,” I say, biting my lip. “In fact…my second rule is that I want all three of you to use me.”
The table goes completely quiet.
Atlas’ fingers are drawing soft, agonizing circles on my inner wrist. I feel the attention of all three of them, their Gifts mingling as they settle over my skin. Their eyes are luminous, flashing in different shades of brilliant color.
“I like this plan,” Atlas says, his voice rumbling all the way to my core.
“So do I,” Corvus says.
Keon smirks. “I’m game.”
I look over at Atlas, licking my lips. “So what do you want from me, husband?”
He smiles.
“Crawl on the table,” he says, “and I’ll show you.”
My heart flips in my chest as I grab the edge of the table. The commanding tone in his voice leaves little room to disobey him, and I don’t want to. I want to follow every single one of his directions. I want to be his perfect little wife, do everything he asks of me.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks, his voice raspy.
I’m not waiting for anything, I’m just willing my body to stop screaming at their stares. Then I feel it. A jolt of pleasure on my clit, just for a second before I can climb up on the table.
“Do you need help?” Atlas asks, his voice taking on a mocking tone. “Because we can help you. In fact, I think we will. Corvus, I think Penn needs help taking her clothes off before she climbs on the table. In fact, I don’t think she needs them at all anymore. You can cut them off.”
Corvus gets to his feet. I think he’s going to protest, but he doesn’t. He runs a knife, one he must keep stashed in his pocket, along the seams of my top. He doesn’t press the blade into my skin, but even then, I can feel the cold metal tip close enough to me that I think he might tear me open. That’s enough to get my adrenaline pumping. Corvus bunches up the fabric and pulls it away from me, exposing my breasts.
My nipples are already hard; I’m incredibly turned on. Atlas—or one of them, I don’t know who it is—sends another electric shiver down my body, hard enough to make me feel like I’m going to faint.
He keeps upping the pressure, a smile on his mouth, his eyes darkening everytime he looks at me.
And he hasn’t stopped looking at me, as if he’s hypnotized by my pleasure.
It makes me feel so fucking good.
His gaze trails down to my nipples, and he cocks his head as his eyes turn dark blue, almost black. “I think Keon needs to help you, too. Clearly, you’re too weak to do anything.”
I wish he was wrong, but he isn’t. Keon kneels at my feet and starts to remove my leggings, rolling them down my thighs agonizingly slowly. His touch, as always, is surprisingly soft, seductive, almost kind. He nuzzles his face into the inside of my leg, his long tongue darting against the fabric of my panties.
“Gods, you smell so fucking good,” Keon says. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Not before you crawl on the table,” Atlas says. “None of us are doing anything before you crawl on the table.”
