“Easy.” Cian smiled and stilled my hips with his hands, prompting me to make a soft noise of protest. “We’ll get there.” He kissed me once more, lips insistent against mine.
He pulled back again with a grin, tugging at my shirt. “You don’t need this,” he informed me, not unkindly. Cian was already lifting it up and over my head. I helped him, and chucked my shirt somewhere behind me. My eyes found his and I followed his gaze with my hands, hooking my fingers into the fabric of my bra and exiling it to another part of the living room.
Cian’s purr of approval was instant. I reached out, tentatively, and pressed my fingertips to his jaw as I leaned forward to kiss him again. He encouraged me, fangs suddenly very sharp against my tongue as we kissed. His hands slid up my ticklish sides, making me giggle, and he smiled into our kiss as he sat more comfortably against the back of the sofa.
Hands brushed my hips and fingers curled in my hair jerked me away from Cian’s mouth. Akiva pulled me into a kiss, biting at my lower lip before releasing me. He chuckled at my surprise, reaching up to grip my throat in one hand while the other found my breast to tease my nipple. His fingers pinched and teased the sensitive skin, causing me to gasp as Cian captured my mouth in another kiss.
Wait…where was Indra?
Teeth sank lightly into my hip, answering my silent question. My head fell back, mouth open, and my hips bucked into Cian’s. Indra knelt on the floor behind me, hands digging into my hips as he bit and licked at my skin. Fingers pushed at the fabric of my panties, making my stomach tighten, and my tail curled in anticipation. Ten days ago I hadn’t expected to end up here. Hell, I’d never imagined myself in the middle of three incredibly sexy men, all of them with their hands on me. It felt like an impossible scenario that only worked in porn. But here I was.
Indra’s nails pricked at the skin of my inner thighs, pressing his body against my back and trailing kisses over my ribs. The closer he got to my most sensitive area, the more heat seemed to gather between my thighs. There was no way I could stand them not touching me where I really needed them to for much longer.
My breath left me in a whoosh when Indra teased my slit over my panties with one finger. I needed him. I needed them to do more than tease me.
It was so much at once, and I had trouble focusing on any one thing for long, until one of the men would do something that would force my attention from one to the other; pulling me back and forth like a tug of war contest. Not that I had any intention of stopping them.
“Can I bite you?” Cian whispered suddenly, voice discernible even over the sounds I was making into Akiva’s mouth. I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes, but they opened at his question.
“You’ll love it,” the lich purred.
“Won’t it make me too tired?” Blood loss tended to do that. Who was I kidding? I felt even warmer all over just thinking about it. If that was even possible.
“I won’t take much,” the vampire promised, hands splayed on my stomach. “I just want to taste you.” His words and tone were incredibly hot.
My mind flashed back to Akiva’s face in the club when he’d gotten bitten by Cian. “You can absolutely bite me,” I agreed, not needing any more convincing. Hell, he could do much more than that.
He kissed my shoulder sweetly.
Akiva moved his hand so he could grip my chin instead, tilting my head slightly as he continued to taste every inch of my mouth.
While I couldn’t see the vampire, I could still feel Cian’s lips skim up my shoulder, sending my heart rate into high gear at the very small twinge of fear that shot through me. What if it hurt? Did I want it to hurt?
He bit down over my pulse point, sending hot pain shooting through my body that made me gasp into Akiva’s mouth. Oh, I very much liked it. The pain had dulled and been overridden with bright-hot pleasure that made me so much more sensitive to their touches.
Akiva grinned into our kiss, fingers tugging on my hair so he could drink up my ensuing moans.
Indra’s fingers had continued to move across the fabric of my panties, coming closer and closer to where I wanted him to touch me. It was infuriating, and I pushed my hips forward in protest.
He acquiesced after another hip roll from me accompanied by a cry that Akiva drank up eagerly. His middle finger rubbed my clit, the feeling intensified by all the other sensations I couldn’t seem to focus on.
Like the heat of Akiva’s mouth and the way he seemed intent on claiming my mouth for himself.
Like Cian’s fangs still buried in my throat. I could feel the pull of his mouth and fangs at my neck, but I never wanted him, or any of them, to stop what they were doing.
Indra’s free hand traced my inner thigh, pulling my panties harshly to the side. Seconds later one finger dipped inside my folds and I gripped Akiva’s shirt tightly in my fingers. Another joined it, both of them pushing in and out of me while his other hand rubbed circles over my clit. Goddess, he was good looking and knew exactly where to touch me? These men were going to ruin me forever for anyone else.
Akiva’s attentions increased as Indra’s fingers became more insistent, a third joining the first
