“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice lower now.
She nods almost immediately, her breath catching. “Yes.”
A shudder wracks my body. The image of myself pounding inside of her fills my mind, and my cock hardens so fast that my head feels light.Alette. I’m going to make love to Alette.
I don’t hesitate. My hand tightens slightly at her jaw as I pull her into a kiss, my mouth finding hers. No testing. No careful pause. I’ve already done that. Now I want more.
Her. All of her.
She reacts instantly, her lips parting as a soft breath escapes her, and I take it without thinking, deepening the kiss, holding her there as the restraint I’ve been clinging to starts to unravel. My other hand moves to her waist, firm, anchoring, pulling her closer against me as the kiss shifts again, slower, but heavier now, more demanding.
She leans into me, and there’s only a little space between her naked body, and my clothes in nothing but boxers. Every inch of me is aware of her, and when her hand runs down my chest, I can’t seem to catch my breath.
And when her hand moves lower, to my stomach, my cock jerks, and I have to fight the urge not to pin her down and fuck her brain out. But she’s not ready for that yet.
A low breath leaves me against her mouth, and I shift, angling her slightly beneath me without breaking the kiss, my control thinning with every second she gives back. I try to slow it. I do. My mouth drags from her lips just long enough to breathe, brushing her cheek, her jaw, then I’m back again. Because stopping feels impossible. Because she wants this. Because I want her.
The awareness of the others doesn’t disappear. If anything, it sharpens everything. The tension in the room. The heat. The fact that I’m not the only one feeling this. But right now, she’s the only thing I can focus on.
My hand slides along her side, slower than I feel, forcing restraint into every movement even as the urgency builds beneath it.
“Slow,” I murmur against her lips, more a reminder to myself than to her.
But the way I kiss her again, it’s deeper. Hungrier. Less in control than I want.
Pushing aside the blankets, I let my hands run over her chest and stomach, feeling her trembling beneath my touch.Good. That’s what I want. I want to make sure that by the time I’m inside of her, she’s burning for me.
And I know a good way to do that.
I break our kiss. “You want them to touch you too?”
Her eyes widen, and she glances at the other men before nodding.
Struggling out of my boxers, I see her gaze snap to my cock. Unable to help myself, I grab her hand and curl it around my erection, showing her how to pump. And she? She is a quick learner because that little hand of hers fists me tightly before stroking me up and down, up and down, faster every time.
My head spins. Her hand on my cock? Bad idea.
Cassius and Oberon stand, then Oberon removes his boxers, and they switch positions, so that Oberon is now next to Alette. As she strokes me, Oberon leans in and kisses her. Hard. Demanding. With all the power of a fire fae who wants to unleash his passion. Ashton reaches over and strokes her breasts, gently, trailing his fingers around her before pinching her nipples.
She makes a little sound that makes my cock jump eagerly. And, unable to help myself, I slip my fingers into her channel and find her deliciously wet and ready.
Touching her? Mistake.
My gods-damn control is slipping though my fingers like water.
She bounces as I stroke her, gasping in little breaths, her fingers squeezing harder around my cock every time I touch her just right. My hand is soaked. Dripping with arousal. And I want… more.Needmore.
I know I’m supposed to be exercising control… but I think I haven’t.Haven’t I?What man could touch this woman and not completely lose himself eventually.
Pushing away her hand, and the others, I lie on my back and then pull her on top of me, with her facing the ceiling. She makes another little sound, but I can’t tell if it’s in protest of us stopping touching her, or in excitement.
“Are you ready, my little human?”
“Y-yes,” she pants.
I angle myself beneath her and then ease my tip in from behind. Curses explode from my lips, and I fight the need to come undone. Cassius wasn’t fucking kidding. She’s tight. So tight that it feels like her body was made for milking my seed.
My instinct is to pound into her, hard and fast, but I fight that instinct, clenching my teeth so hard that I think they might break. Instead, I ease in slowly. Inch by inch.