Page 85 of Wicked Devotions

Cy comes in, blood trickling from a cut on his cheekbone and the skin around his eye already purpling. “Everyone’s gone.”

“Good.” Emerson stands. “Come with me, we’re going to walk around the perimeter.” He grabs Cy’s shoulder and starts walking away. Then he stops and looks back at Declan. “Be fucking nice.”

My gaze drops to my hands, which are shaking even as they rest on my thighs. The adrenaline from the fright is still pumping through my veins. I wish I could kneel at Banks’s feet right now. To feel the weight of his hand as it runs through my hair and I set aside all my fears to just be safe and cared for.

Declan’s feet enter my field of view, and then he cups my cheeks, tilting my head back until we make eye contact. “What do you need?” His eyes searchmine like he’ll find an answer lurking in their depths.

I shrug, too scared to give him that vulnerability.

“Bullshit. You know what you need right now.” He pulls out his phone and then swears. “If I had service, I’d call Banks. Just tell me, Angel.”

I can’t tell him about kneeling for Banks, but I give us a bit of reprieve. “Just hold me. I need the grounding touch.”

His arms immediately wrap around me, pulling me close as he leans down and presses his lips to the spot in my neck where my pulse still hammers away. He runs his hands up and down my spine, digging his fingers into my flesh and helping the tense muscles relax. As I begin to soften under his ministrations, his lips move from my neck up to my lips.

I open for him, ready to give whatever he wants. His tongue slides against mine in a slow dance of seduction. He runs his hands down my thighs to my knees and pushes them apart, so he can step between them. With each brush of his lips against mine and each glide of his fingers over my skin I relax back into the present.

I whimper when he takes a step away from me, looking over my shoulder as Emerson and Cy come back to us. “Find anything?”

“No,” Emerson growls with frustration.

“But everyone is gone. It’s just us now.”

My skin heats when all three of them turn their attention to me. Each wears the same look, desire, just in a different font from the other two. Need radiates from Emerson, a look of desire in his eyes that burns with how visceral it is. Warmth emanates from Cy as he looks at me like I hung the moon and stars just for him. Declan looks at me like I could be his salvation. It’s heady to be the focus of these three men.

I want it.

I want them.

“I think it’s time we made you ours.” Cyrus steps between my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the altar.

Heat unfurls in my belly as his hands glide up my thighs, taking my dress with them. I look into the black pools of his eyes. Desire swirls in their depths as he pushes my dress up to my hips and hooks his fingers into my panties.

“Here?” I ask.

“Yes. Lift your hips.”

I do as he asks and gasp at the cold granite beneath my heated skin when I set myself back down. Emerson and Declan both sport visibleerections under their jeans. They watch with rapt attention as Cy grabs the tie at the top of my dress and pulls it free. He pulls my breasts over the material until they are fully exposed to the cool night air.

“Look at how beautiful she is in the moonlight.” He steps back so they all can see every exposed inch of me. “A thousand canvases wouldn’t do you justice,asteraki mu.”

“Taste her,” Declan commands Emerson.

He doesn’t hesitate, just drops to his knees in front of me. Need pounds deep within me when he uses his thumbs to spread me open. I feel the groan he makes as he presses his lips to my soft center. His tongue laps at my clit as my eyes flutter closed. My back arches pressing my hips closer to his mouth. I brace my body with one hand, and suddenly I feel Declan’s lips against mine. I open for him to plunder my mouth, using my free hand to run through his hair.

Cy pulls my cardigan off as his lips close over one of my exposed nipples. I moan into Declan’s mouth as Cy circles my tip with his tongue ring while his other hand pulls the strap of my dress down. He switches to the other side, and Declan skims his lips down my neck.

Having all three of their mouths on me at thesame time overwhelms my senses. Emerson slides two fingers inside me and angles them up while he sucks my clit sending pleasure racing through my veins. Each brush of lips drags me closer to the edge. I can’t focus on just one sensation when they all work in symphony with one another.

Declan’s mouth overtakes mine again when my walls begin to tremble around Emerson’s fingers. My toes curl as my knees fall open wide. My orgasm rushes through me like a hot tidal wave when Emerson presses down on my mound with the heel of his palm. My back bows off the stone beneath me as I cry out.

Either Declan or Cy takes over stroking me through the aftershocks because I watch as Emerson rises from between my thighs and leans over my body. My desire wets his lips and chin as he takes my mouth with his. The kiss is wet and filthy, and, god help me, I cannot get enough.

He kisses me until we’re both out of breath. His hand cups my breast as he grinds his hard length between my thighs. I’m so tender and sensitive that it almost hurts, but I don’t want him to stop.

I don’t want any of them to stop.

I want more.

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