Page 108 of Secrets of Graves and Gold

A smile stretches across my face. “Oh, we can definitely offer her that experience.” I caress Ivy’s cheek. “If you’d like to give it a try.”

I’m not sure there’s anything in the world as lovely as the blush that turns her paleness the perfect shade of rosy. “That sounds rather incredible.”

I swirl my thumb over her clit with just enough pressure to earn me a whimper and withdraw. “Why don’t you fill yourself with Alek as you’ll both enjoy, and I’ll get the necessary supplies?”

This is still a temple of the godlen of sensuality, after all. I spotted just the thing in a little basket at the back of the bathing area: a pot of lubricating gel.

I return with it to find Ivy has followed my instructions to great effect. She eases up and down over Alek in steady strokes, their bodies united, their shaky breaths carrying into the air like the most thrilling music. He’s just ducking his head to brush his lips against her collarbone while she turns her head to share a kiss with Stavros.

As their mouths meld together, the military professor slides his hand down her back and squeezes her ass. Ivy bucks onto Alek a little faster, both of their chests hitching with ragged exhalations.

They slow down the pace again when I lower myself next to them. Stavros lets the kiss linger a moment longer and then looks over at me.

Excitement wars with trepidation in his expression. “I think you’d better do the honors. I’d be a lot to take.”

I’ve never seen the man naked, but considering the size of the rest of him, I find that easy to believe.

Ivy punctuates his suggestion with a breathless laugh. “We can work up to that.”

Stavros stares at her as if startled that she’d even want to try, and I can’t look away from her face either. I don’t know what was weighing on her mind before, but no trace of turmoil remains there now.

This is the gift I can give her, the benefit of the arts I’ve studied. Gods forgive me for not being able to imagine offering it to anyone else while she’s claimed so much of my heart.

I shrug off my robe and sink down behind her. With Alek kneeling beneath her, she’s in the perfect position.

I dip my fingers into the gel and trace them into the cleft of her ass.

As they glide over her back opening, Ivy gasps. A little shiver passes through her body.

Leaning closer, I kiss her spine at the top of her back. “Good?”

“Mmm,” she hums, still swaying over Alek. “I have the feeling it’s going to get even better.”

With a chuckle, I continue. The ring of muscle there loosens gradually with my massage. When I delve my fingers right inside her, my lover lets out a truly glorious series of needy sounds.

While I stretch her with two and then three fingers, she alternates between kissing Alek and Stavros. Stavros cups one of her breasts and rolls her nipple under his thumb. Alek slips his hand between them, provoking a moan when he must find her clit.

A curse tumbles from the scholar’s lips at the sound. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” he admits.

Ivy gives a defiant little growl. “Stay with us. Not done yet.”

His laugh is strained with building desire.

I kiss Ivy’s shoulder blade and slick my fingers over my cock to prepare it. “Let’s see how this goes, then. Stop me if you’re feeling anything but amazing.”

At her impatient noise, I line myself up with her opening. As she stills, I press inside her.

Her entrance is so tight, the heat of her enveloping my cock so intense, that suddenly I’m not sure how long I’m going to last. Arousal pulses through my shaft, my release already swelling at the base.

“Oh, gods,” Ivy mumbles. She clutches at Alek with one hand and reaches back to clasp my braced arm with the other.

As I sink in as far as I can go, my head bows over her. Pleasure reverberates through my body, so heady it’s dizzying. “Let’s take this slow. We move together.”

I pull back a fraction as Ivy eases up over both me and Alek. When she sinks down again, a guttural moan spills from her lips.

The scholar echoes it with a choked sound. I swallow a groan of my own, buoyed by the blissful haze.

But as we start to find our rhythm between the three of us, I can’t help noticing that our fourth companion has sat back on his heels, simply watching.

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