Page 57 of Blue Moon Mistress

“It looks sexy as hell on you.” That finger drags it to the side. “It’ll look even sexier on the floor.”

The clasp unhooks with a twist, and I wiggle, just a little to help it slide to where he wants it.

“I was right.”

I look up, gaze catching on the other three as they shift, discomfort apparent in the way they adjust themselves.

But it’s not their turn to be eased. And Johnny isn’t ready to give up his reward yet. He slides the zipper at my side down and my skirt slithers down to pool at my feet.

“There’s a color I like better than this one.” Joshua’s voice is a growl in my ear as he drags his hand down my stomach and his fingers slip beneath the fabric that hides the last little bit of me from them.

The breath that slips from my lips is somewhere between a sigh and a sob as his blunt fingers curve to cup me.

“So wet for us, wicked girl. I don’t even have to get inside you to feel it.”

“You guys work your own kind of magic.” It’s too easy to remember the way they worship me. Impossible not to want that again. If I could manage it I’d put myself on a detox. Stay away to see if it’s just proximity—even though I already know the answer.

Johnny teases me right up until the point I start to consider telling him exactly what I need.

He doesn’t need direction, though.

Parting me, he presses one thick finger into me and curses lowly against my ear. “This warm wet pussy wants to be fucked by all of us, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” I barely manage to word around a gasp.

I watch Chase lean over and whisper something to Thomas. With a smile, he stalks forward, licking his lips.

But Johnny distracts me, fingers catching my hair, pulling it over my shoulder and sweeping it aside.

I can’t look down as Thomas sinks to his knees and slowly drags my underwear down, baring the sight of Johnny’s fingers buried in my pussy, the heel of his palm working against my clit.

Right hand on his thigh, holding him so he doesn’t back away, I slide my left up, to slide into this hair, to grip when I’d rather be guiding.

He won.

He gets to play however he wants.

“It’s not your turn yet.” Johnny says, pulling me back a few steps, leaving Thomas looking rueful on his knees.

“Where did your shirt go?” I ask, registering the warmth of his skin on my back.

“Doesn’t matter, don’t care.” He twirls me around and I shiver as his teeth find that sensitive spot on my neck.

They’re gone the next instant and everything around me is deathly still.

Terribly quiet.

Joshua’s hand is clenched around Johnny’s jaw. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

It takes me a second to understand why. But it dawns a moment later, and I take Joshua’s wrist, but I don’t pull. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” The tension in his arms is something stronger than simple anger. It’s fear.

“Your teeth won’t do anything to me.”

He looks at me for a long moment before letting Johnny go.

“You can bite me all you want.” I reach up and run my thumb over his teeth. “Even if you break skin… I don’t have the gene.”

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