Shit. She was going to ask questions. He didn’t have answers. “A defender.”
“Like you.” She smiled, her eyes bright and blue and full of adoration.
If she knew the truth, would she be quite so accepting?
“What’s on the inside of your bicep?”
Resolved that she was going to insist on a visual tour of his body, he held his arm out and let her read.
“I’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees.” Her stare bounced from the script up to his face. “What made you get that?”
Experience. “Oh, you know. Young and stupid. I thought it sounded like a good motto to live by. There’s more.” With a sigh, he turned left and exposed his back.
She gasped, and he knew why. An enormous angel of vengeance consumed every inch of his skin from shoulder to shoulder, base of the neck to base of the spine. The creature’s wings and arms were outstretched, muscles rippling, flames licking, fury all over his skeletal face.
“Wow,” she breathed. “That must have hurt.”
It had, but not as much as the reason he’d gotten it.
“I tried to stay drunk through most of it.” It was true, but he hoped the humor would deflect her from more questions.
Heavenly traced some of the wings with her fingers, then caressed the angel’s face. “Will you show me your shoulder?”
There was no avoiding it. He didn’t say a word as he pivoted to show her the ink of a young woman, clutching flowers to her chest, wings outstretched, face scarred with tears. “Before you say anything else, little girl, we’ve spent a lot of time telling our ink stories and not enough time with our mouths on you.”
A self-deprecating laugh fell from her lips. “I’ve been really curious, haven’t I?’
“Uh-huh.”
“And…you’ve been really patient, haven’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“As much as I can be,” Seth added. “Now I think it’s time for you to get naked and see how many times we can make you scream.”
“Exactly.” Beck kicked off his shoes.
Beside him, Seth shucked his pants. Beck followed suit, carefully releasing his zipper, hissing in relief when his aching cock sprang free. Seth did the same when he maneuvered his dick out of solitary confinement.
Heavenly’s jaw dropped. She raked a hungry stare over them. “Wait. You’re saying I don’t get to explore”—her stare dropped to their cocks—“those? That’s not fair.”
“Like what you see?” Beck fisted his staff and stroked himself with a laugh.
“Yeah,” she breathed, her stare glued to them.
“We’d like to enjoy looking at you, too. But we have to see all of you.” Seth raised a brow. “Finish stripping.”
“Oh. Right.” She gave a jerky nod and toed off her shoes before dragging her pants down her slender legs and kicking them away.
She was bare, and instantly he smelled her pussy in the air.
Beck tensed. His cock stiffened. His head swam. If he didn’t get his mouth on her quickly, he’d lose his fucking mind.
“Mercy…” Seth roughed out on a deep breath.
As if their thoughts were hard-wired, they began circling their girl.
Inspecting.
Appreciating.
Memorizing.
Heavenly gave a little shiver. Goose bumps peppered her skin.
Beck dragged his finger down to the swell of her breast, traced a circle around her tightly drawn areola, and pinched the tip. “Pretty.”
At the same time, Seth lowered his fingers to her triangle of golden curls.
Heavenly jolted, inhaling an uneven breath that became a shudder when Beck engulfed her nipple in his mouth. She sank her fingers into his stinging scalp, clutching him tightly against her breast.
“Feel good?” Seth demanded.
“Yes.” Her little hiss morphed into a groan.
She writhed under their touch, and Beck suspected the man’s fingers were now doing more to her downy curls than merely exploring.
He smiled before he bit down gently on her nipple and tugged. She sucked in a tiny yelp. He soothed her sting by laving her with his tongue. When he gave the other the same treatment, she rewarded him with a shaky exhalation.
He would have happily feasted on her soft tits longer, but when Heavenly’s breath began sawing in and out of her chest, Beck couldn’t resist taunting her. “Is Seth rubbing your pussy, little girl?”
She responded with a dreamy moan as she writhed against the man’s busy hand.
Her reply was utterly adorable…but not the verbal answer she knew he expected. Drawing his hand back, he landed a sharp spank on one of her cheeks. The feel of her soft flesh yielding beneath his hand and the satisfied tingle sliding up his arm made Beck want to roar.
Heavenly’s eyes flew open, and she squealed. “What was—”
“You didn’t use your words.”
“No, but she just left a fucking puddle in my hand.” Seth sent him a triumphant grin.
“Did she now?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Beck cupped Heavenly’s nape. “Would you like some more spankings, little girl?”
“I-I don’t know…why—”
“Why that rush of sweet cream came pouring out of you?” Seth nipped at her shoulder.
“No.” Heavenly dropped her lashes as if too embarrassed to face them.
Beck smacked her ass a little harder.
“Ouch!” She clenched against the sting.
But when he smoothed his hand over her heated flesh again, she sighed so sweetly.
“Failing to use your words is unacceptable. So is hiding your feelings,” Beck chastised. “Open, honest communication. Remember?”
“Yes.”
God, he was dying to spank her just to feel her under his palm and see how much having a red ass would arouse her. But now wasn’t the time. When she was comfortable with the rules and their expectations, when she was secure in the knowledge she was safe between them… Then? Hell, yes.
“Now, answer the question.” He dropped his voice. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I suggest you answer honestly. I feel you spilling honey like an overflowing hive,” Seth added. “Even if you’re not sure whether you want more, your body knows. Beck’s spankings turned you on.”
“And we’re ecstatic they did.”
“Really?”
“Hmm,” Beck hummed against her neck. “You know, Cooper, it would be terrible to let all that precious cream go to waste.”
“A damn shame. Get on the bed, Heavenly.” Seth strode across the room and yanked off the comforter.
“I think
