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He shrugs as if it’s no big thing. As if my next breath isn’t hanging on his answer. “What if you could have all of us?” he asks. His body language may be casual, but his eyes are deathly serious.
My heart starts to pound, and my pussy clenches at the image this conjures, but is this really something Damien has the right to offer? I look to the others, but they simply look back at me, waiting for my answer.
“Is this something you’d all want to do?” I ask.
The silence seems to last forever, but it’s only a matter of seconds.
My heart beats a million times in those few seconds.
“Yeah, I’d be okay with that,” Xander says.
“I’d be more than okay with that,” Victor says.
Jack gives a small nod. “If it means I get to have you, I don’t mind sharing.”
Sharing?The word has never sounded so appealing.
“You’d do that?” Something in me still won’t let me believe that this is real.
“How about we show you instead of tell you?” Xander says.
CHAPTERTWELVE
With his eyes fixed on mine, he steps in front of me and takes my face in his hands. He’s apparently removed his fangs at some point, and I don’t know if I’m pleased or disappointed. Scratch that—I don’t think I could be disappointed about anything right now.
His expression is tender, but also determined, and no amount of ghostly face paint can hide the fact that what he’s about to do means something to him.
He angles my head so that I’m looking up at him, and I’m breathless with anticipation as he bends and gently brushes his lips against mine.
He kissed me earlier, out in the showroom, but now that I know who he is—a good friend and, I hope, soon-to-be lover, someone I trust with my body and soul, someone I know so well, and who knows me too, and who apparently loves me—this kiss means everything.
It’s dizzying and grounding at the same time. It’s an invitation and a promise.
It’s wonderful.
And it’s not the only one.
When Xander releases me and steps aside, Victor takes his place. We had a thrilling encounter out in the showroom tonight, but we didn’t kiss, and though Victor’s often a joker, even when it’s not Halloween, right now he looks serious.
His mouth shows me just how serious he is. His lips claim mine, and when I open for him, his tongue follows. His hands anchor my body to his as his kiss deepens. Some of his trademark playfulness comes through in the way his lips and tongue tease me, and it’s everything I always imagined it would be and so much more.
It’s Jack’s turn next. I only had a brief dance with the skeleton, but we shared a lot of meaningful eye contact, and the urge I had to kiss him earlier is now multiplied by infinity.
“Sabrina,” he says, coming to stand in front of me, his eyes taking me in just as they had done earlier.
I’ve stopped clutching the laces at the front of my dress, and I watch Jack take in a long eyeful of my partially exposed breasts. Above the neck of his costume, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
“You’re so beautiful. You always are.” He moves in so close that our bodies press together. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
There’s a delicious ache that fills me as he covers my mouth with his. Maybe it should feel strange, kissing these men I’ve lived with for years, who I’d long since decided had no romantic interest in me. They’ve seen me in silly pajamas, wearing face masks and acne stickers, they’ve seen me at my best and my worst, and I’d long ago stopped hoping that anything like this would happen with even just one of them.
But here they are kissing me, one after the other, and it feels so very right. And it only serves as further evidence that I could have never chosen between them if I’d been given that chance.
As Jack’s mouth grows hungrier, there’s a touch at my side, and then another mouth on my neck. The way these new hands and lips move give me a good idea that it’s Damien, and my pussy floods with desire, because there’s something wicked about Damien even when he’s not impersonating the devil, and having two of these men’s mouths on me at one time is unbelievable.
Not to be forgotten, Jack gives my bottom lip a little nip, and I squeal. I’m about to ask if there’s a lock on the door, when someone tugs at my arm.
“Let’s take our girl home,” Damien says.
