Page 122 of Forbidden Heroes

I’m locked against a wall of muscle with no way out.

Trapped.

Goose bumps rush over my arms. It’s obvious my body is getting the wrong message from their nearness. It thinks we’re about to get kinky in the elevator.

“What aren’t you telling us, sweetheart?”

I hesitate to answer but then the elevator door dings. Saved! But I don’t get the reprieve I expect. Nope. Daemon has me in his arms and he quickly follows his friends inside a beautiful hotel suite I really don’t get to appreciate beyond a quick glance around my captor’s bulging muscles.

“Right here, men. Our girl is about to give us some answers. Bend her over the couch, yank those jeans down and show me her ass.”

Warren. I roll my eyes to myself. Always so damn controlling.

“My pleasure.” Erik drags his hands down my sides, and with a few ninja moves I’m pantless. A quick look and that’s not all I’m missing.

“Spread your legs for us, baby. Unless you’re willing right now to tell us who your friend was talking about.”

Maybe my body read the signs right after all. Maddening men!

I spread my legs. I mean come on. What do they expect from me? What incentive are they giving me to tell them? Torture sex seems fun and I might as well live while the living is good. It doesn’t escape my notice I’ve become someone completely different from the person I was a week ago. Someone too scared to take what she wants.

The second we cross over into Connecticut I can turn back into the mousy girl in the back of the room with the geeky answers and laptop.

But in London, why not grab my fairytale and let it sweep me away. Just for a little while?

“Look how wet she is and we haven’t even touched her.”

I swear Daemon’s voice has me ready to come already.

He spreads my cheeks and Lord help me, I gasp. His tongue sets to work dragging up my slit and I’m dripping all over him in seconds.

My sex squeezes around his probing fingers and he has me panting in record time. I twist to watch when I hear three zippers grate open like a dark promise of torture.

My lips part and I start to pant when Warren steps up behind me. He’s fisting his shaft, the thick head swollen. He grazes the cheek of my ass, smearing his precum over me possessively.

Strong hands grip my ass and I arch off the back of the couch when he slides through my slick channel, his balls slapping my clit. No build up. No foreplay. Just desperate, raw need.

He pumps one, twice and one more time before pulling out and his friend takes his place between my legs. The fat head of his cock nudges me open and I feel every inch of him bury inside me. He repeats the motions fucking me hard and fast, but depriving me of what I really want. And the next moves in.

I’m in the middle of a reverse harem roulette.

A hot mouth trails down my back only to abruptly end with teeth sinking into the flesh of my ass. I moan and push back when that same mouth works the area with kisses softly taking away the pain.

“Grip the couch and take what your men are giving you.”

My men.

I’m too lust stupid to tell who is saying what. The edge to the voice is an added stroke against my libido and I’m ready to come. The world fades away until it’s only us.

Ripples of my climax roll through my core and my pussy tightens.

“Oh no, you don’t get to come yet.”

I huff, shooting daggers over my shoulder to see it’s Erik fucking me with deep, powerful thrusts. Daemon and Warren off to the sides.

“Who was Brooklyn talking about?” Daemon snarls. He reaches to cup my jaw, drawing my gaze to his. And it hits me. Lust dazed and all. He’s jealous. One look at their scowling faces tells me they all are.

The idea of them being jealous of me has my head spinning.

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