Page 22 of Gilded Kisses

“Luther, I’m scared.” God, please help me survive tonight. If they walk again, I will become a shell.

“The only thing to fear is living another day without tasting you.” His lips turn hungry against mine. Nipping, licking, and taking the plump flesh between his teeth.

Unrelenting fingers sink into my hair as my godfather takes what he needs from me.

And I do the same to him. Our tongues clash, fight and then caress.

“Mm,” I groan into his mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman.” I hear him, but I am too busy with the rest of him to pay much attention to his rumble of words.

Solid heat meets my palms when I dip my hands back into the open sides of his shirt. His hard pecs and smooth skin are irresistible, so I don’t try.

A fusion of hunger and desire mixes in the icy depths of Luther’s blue eyes. Viper is bold and takes, but Luther has you wanting him so badly that the sensation lingers for days after his touch.

Mirsha comes to the foot of the bed and holds a hand out. I fall to all fours and crawl across the bed to him. I don’t breathe in until his arms are around me and his heartbeat is in my ear. Large, calloused hands roam the expanse of my back. He holds me to him and for the first time in a very long time, I don’t hurt.

“Thousands of dollars in therapy wasted,” I murmur against his chest. Skin on skin. Body heat against body heat.Theyare my cure.

Viper takes me from his friend. “Didn’t I tell you a long time ago to let the energy of our connection pull us back together? Did I not?” His hand comes around the back of my neck. Our long hair spills around us. Tucked behind the curtains of black he kisses me. Slow and like it’s our first time.

“I told you,” he whispers and then moves his lips to my neck.

“Yes, you did. And I always thought those words were a lie so that I would let you walk away with less tears.”

“They were never lies.” We pull apart. Those amber eyes show me he believes this was meant to be.

I can’t find it in me to argue. It’s nice to pretend.

I settle back on my knees. “Let me see.” Fierce longing to encapsulate this moment in my memory won’t go away until I satisfy the urge. I reach for another lamp and flick it on.

Mirsha’s twisted smirk tells me he knows what I want. While Luther and Viper both lose their shirts, my other godfather pulls his belt loose. The crack of leather popping free of the loops is like lashes against my libido.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Fuck.

I shudder at the foot of the bed where I remain, enjoying the show. With their pants and shirts out of the way, I’m left with a large swath of territory to drink in. The ink, the rippling muscle.

My eyes dip over hard abs and those sexy V’s a man has at their hips. And then I allow myself the most forbidden. My gaze falls another inch.

“Goddamn, you are perfect.” Okay, Jesus. I didn’t mean to say it like that, but every hard inch of their dripping cocks is perfection in the flesh.

Mirsha grunts first, appreciative of my bluntness, no doubt. The tug of humor at the edges of his mouth is the only hint he’s clearly happy I approve.

Luther and Viper emit low growls of their own. One minute they are my godfathers in compromising positions around me. Next all I see are three gorgeous men holding their engorged cocks and pre-cum glistening on the tips like candy for me to lick.

Angular bodies, rippling muscles and new ink. I don’t know where to let my eyes roam next. Viper’s namesake has some new color to it. The sapphire eyes are a lovely addition and match the shade of mine. I trail my finger over the inked details and follow the intricate scales all the way over his collarbone until my finger reaches the tip of the tail lazily dangling over the curve of his shoulder.

I continue to follow the tattoo. “Oh!” It curves to…I gasp lightly. To caress the underside of my breast. One his skin. I lean back for a better view.

Oh.Damn, that’s sexy. “Viper?”

“Do you like her?” he asks gruffly and the way his tone dips caresses my libido in just the right way.

Warmth spills into my veins as I look atmeintricately displayed over his right arm in a flurry of delicate lines and shades of warmskin tones. Roses in every color artfully hide the V of my legs, but my breasts and hard, rosy peaks are on full display.

“She’s beautiful. Me. I’m beautiful,” I stutter and lose the fight to keep the blush from overtaking my cheeks. I haul in another breath. “I am at a loss for words. I did not know you had such an excellent memory.”

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