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“Am I wrong, Herod?”
Eros’s smile is genuine. “No, Portsmouth. You’re not wrong. Is that a problem for you?”
“That depends. My mate clearly likes you. And while I think you’re an ass, there are others who don’t.”
“Are you saying you’re wrong about something, Nico?”
“No. Are you saying you are?” Nico shoots back.
“No.”
“Then we’re where we’ve been for the last ten years.”
“Other than I want to have sex with your mate.”
“Other than that.” Nico turns to me.
Do I like being talked about like I’m not in the room? No. Absolutely not. I had enough of that as a child. But something about the banter between the two of them has me hotter than a summer prairie day.
Their attention flicks to me. But then Holter is standing behind me, his lips a hair behind my ear. “Are you okay, Belle?”
My heart thunders under my sternum. He’s asking if he should leave. Because I want the two of them. But not without Holter. I turn and loop my arms around his neck. Our eyes lock for a moment, and then my lips are on Holter’s. Behind me, something crashes to the ground, but I don’t take my lips away from Holter’s.
“I’m taking that as a yes, Annabelle.” Eros’s hand is on my shoulder.
His hand on my skin sends goosebumps radiating from it. His thumb traces the edge of my shirt collar. I nod my head enough to give the green light, and then there are so many hands. Eros smells different from the other two, sweet like black tea and sugar, like the café we were in yesterday. I dreamt of his brown eyes. Of this. I’m not psychic or perceptive, as my aunt used to call it. But last night I wanted this. I never thought it would be possible. Never thought I would. I’m trying not to think about the fact that Nico might be plucked from me at any moment, to enjoy the time we have together, but at night it sneaks in.
“Lift her up, Holter,” Nico commands.
I’m carried down the hall. My clothes come off as we enter the room, and Nico tosses my shirt onto the chair next to the bed. My little sports bra is the only one I have, but in the next instant, it is ripped from my body. It lands on the floor with a light smack. My panties remain. They’re gold and blue and the softest thing I’ve ever had on my body.
“Poseidon, you’re beautiful, Annabelle.” Eros grips my chin and turns my head to him. His lips crash into mine, and I moan in pleasure. His tongue eggs me on, and I loop my arms around his neck.
Holter and Nico are on either side of me, their hands roaming my body. I arch into their touch, needing more. Eros releases my lips, kisses his way down my neck, and sucks on Nico’s mate mark.
Nico growls, and Eros lifts his head from my neck, his lips on mine again. Holter takes my left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while Nico rolls the right one between his fingers. I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, my body craving their touch.
Suddenly, I’m off the ground and placed on the bed. Nico is above me, his eyes smoldering with lust. He leans down, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. My hands roam over his muscular back, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I know I need him inside me.
“Please,” I moan, breaking the kiss.
“Not yet, my Little Krill. You want to play, you get to play.” Nico laughs in a husky voice. “Get the box over there, Eros.”
Eros reaches for a small box on the nightstand. He opens it and reveals golden butt plugs in different sizes.
I bite my lip and look up at Eros and Holter through my eyelashes. Eros walks in front of me, arching an eyebrow. “Plugs? You’ve been preparing. What a good mermaid.” I can’t get over how his smile zips desire through me.
I nod and watch as Eros pulls off his shirt and tosses it in the air. They are all naked from the waist up. He’s as toned as Nico, but I can’t tear my eyes from Nico’s body.
Nico is by my head, freeing my hair from the ribbon that holds my braids back. He leans down and kisses my lips. “You taste so fucking good, my Little Krill,” he groans.
When Eros’s hands grip my waist and he lifts a leg to remove my panties, I squirm. Both my mates are naked above me, and I feel vulnerable. Not mates. Mate.
Suddenly, Nico’s hands arrange my legs so my knees are bent and my feet are flat against the bed. Nico is standing at the edge of the bed, his cock hard and red against his stomach. Holter’s blue eyes anchor me in the room. He’s kissing me, and a tear slides down my cheek. This is wrong. I mean, not wrong. Eros has done nothing wrong. But Holter has done everything right. I love him. When he lifts his head from mine, he focuses on the tear on my face; he wipes it with the pad of his thumb. I see it. He’s ready to throw the other two out of the room, thinking they’ve hurt me.
“No, no. I’m good.”
Nico and Eros stop.
