Page 105 of Heirs of Havoc

Now, this is what I need.

It feels like I'm floating when his tongue moves over mine, that feeling of relief on my skin. The pressure of the hose sits right on my clit, a moan against his lips. It’s easy to rock my hips against it, the pain, the bloody memories fuzzier in my mind.

“Don’t fight it,” Feliks urges, reading my body. “Just let it come. We got you, Bunny.” His words land in my ear, a pressure in my lower abs. My legs fall open, welcoming his touch. “I’ve got you.” His lips land on mine again, a rushing wave shooting from my lips to my core.

“Feliks,” I moan, almost there. Almost at the edge. For the first time in a long time, I feel… good. And it’s thanks to Feliks. Thanks to my men. “Thank you,” I whisper against his lips as the walls fall around me, the water making me feel like I’m in thin air. “God yes, thank you …”

“Don’t thank me yet.” The water moves from my centre before pouring over my head.

My eyes pop open to see him smirking above me, water dripping from my hair as he rinses out the product. “Why did you stop?”

“Greedy little, Bunny,” he chuckles. “Patience. The twins have something for you.”

After drying most of my hair with a clean t-shirt as directed, he wraps me in a towel, helping me out of the tub. “Should I worry?” I ask. Every time I'm with the twins alone, it’s intense.

Feliks lets out another soft laugh, leading me back into the bedroom. "Relax."

Back in the room, Vlad gives directions to what looks like a housekeeper before he turns around. My eyes scan the space, gone from filthy to spotless. Everything is back in its place, just like the first time I saw it. The yellow shaggy rug in the middle of the room is no longer covered with clothes or bags of food. Candles still brighten the room, except it’s not from the cake. Gold candlesticks stand on my dresser, side table and other available surfaces. It gives the room a romantic glow.

Oh, and there’s a recent addition. A massage table.

How long were Feliks and I in the bathroom?

“Get on up,” Lev says, stepping to the side of the table as the maid leaves. “Now, fair warning, I’m no expert masseuse, but I figured four hands would be better than two.”

Vlad rolls up his sleeve before tilting his head towards the table. “You heard the idiot.”

When I look back at Feliks, he already has his guitar in his hand, moving to perch on the bed in his classic way. And if a girl is about to get a massage by two hot twins while their passionate friend serenades me, how can I say no? It’s my birthday after all.

Lev helps me up on the table, pulling the towel off. Feliks strums a rendition of “Fly me to the Moon.” The same song that played when the twins saw me on that jog. Warm hands touch my body, feeling like heaven on my clean skin. The twins’ firm touch feels like magic, kneading away days, if not years, worth of tension.

When a moan escapes me, my muscles relaxing, Vlad growls.

“If you keep making noises like that, you’re in for a happy ending,” Lev says.

My thighs clench, my skin still on fire from my time in the bath with Feliks. Vlad notices. “She might like that."

“Is that right?” Hands go through my strands before my head lifts.

“My brother asked you a question.” A hand pulls one thigh to the side and I hear Feliks miss a chord, my centre exposed. “Is that what you want, Merlo?”

“Y-yes…” The words hardly leave me before a finger strokes between my slit.

“She’s not lying. Either Feliks did a damn good job in there or we are.” To be honest, it’s all three of them and I’m surprised to say these guys know me better than I know myself. They know I need this. They know I need a release and with two fingers massaging my sensitive centre, I’ll get it with one hell of a team effort.

Hands knead my ass while fingers enter me, my thighs opening for them. A gasp escapes me, my stomach tightening as Feliks strums his song. Two fingers enter my mouth as hands roam my skin and I don't know who's doing what, but it feels amazing.

My body arches off the table when something hot stings my ass before it settles into a blissful warmth. I hiss when it happens again and on the third time a moan leaves me, my body begging for more. “Knew she'd like wax play,” Vlad comments, another splat of hot wax on my ass.

He’s right. The mix of pleasure and prickling pain makes my body come alive.

“There’s not much she doesn’t like, is there?” Lev asks, but I’m in too much of a state to respond, leaving my body up to these animals.

Firm fingers leave my soaking centre before I'm flipped around and pulled to the end of the table. I hiss again when more wax lands on my tits, little droplets leading to my hardened nipples. My back arches off the table when Vlad hits the bullseye, his menacing grin coming into view with those hooded eyes.

“Our filthy little slut,” Vlad groans. “We’re going to make you remember why you’re here. Why you’re ours.” A drop of wax lands on my other nipple, a contrast to the warm tongue parting my slit.

My eyes widen, my body tingling with a mix of emotions. Their words ring in my ears, their hands on my skin. Whoever’s at the head of the table brings my hands higher, keeping them together in a firm grip. Another hand explores more of my body, pinching my wax-stained nipples. My body burns with desire and pleasure, Vlad’s eyes hovering over me. He smirks when my teeth sink into my lip. That tells me the one working magic with his mouth on my clit is Lev.

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