Page 97 of Blue Moon Mistress

I nod, the movement a series of jerking movements, hair flying as I try to fight the shaky breath that threatens to keep my voice a broken mess. “Yes.”

Johnny looks past me. “Do you think he’s in a generous mood?”

“After what she hid from us?” Chase sounds pensive and I feel so completely outside of reality, I can’t even imagine what he’s doing.

Joshua doesn’t give me time to worry about it. His attentions are rougher. He licks and sucks and doesn’t give me a second to breathe as he pushes me further and further toward that edge.

And then…

He lets me go.

I nearly fall over from the loss. I’m so close it almosthurts.

But I don’t argue and I don’t beg. I’m a quiet, good little witch. Even if each breath burns in my chest… if each second makes me want to sob at the loss of them.

They move behind me, low words… coordinating, and I lick my lips, because I know there’s an end. They can’t keep going like this forever. Eventually, one of them is going to break… or maybe I will.

“You can stand up now, Scarlette.”

Swallowing the whimper of relief, I do as I’m told, but that’s all I do.

“Turn around.”

Now I’m the only one wearing anything.

All four of them are on their enormous couch, not a stitch of clothing on them, watching me, hard, ready.

“Lose the rest, except for the garter belt, wicked girl. We don’t want you tearing up those pretty stockings.”

I step out of the shoes and unclip the stockings with shaky hands.

Sliding them down my legs is a slow process. I’m not doing it to tease, but because I don’t know what else they’ll do if I manage to snag one in my haste. I lay them over top of the skirt and turn back to them, clips swaying as I go.

Joshua crooks a finger and as I take the three steps that put me right in front of them, I realize Thomas really is having a hard time controlling himself.

He might already have gotten up if Johnny’s hand wasn’t clamped around the back of his neck.

“You don’t get to come until you’ve swallowed each of ours first.” Joshua holds my gaze when I meet his eyes again. “And then, only if we let you.”

Chase is on the far left side of the couch and I look at him, I could make jokes about riding bikes and reading books… But I’m too keyed up for that.

I move to him, sinking to my knees between his legs, but when I reach for him. Joshua catches my hand and shakes his head.

“I only get to use my mouth?”

“You can use anything you want… except that pretty pussy.”

“And if I come before all of you do?”

Joshua looks at me for a long moment and then down at the pile of their clothes a wicked smile touches his lips and he stands, digging through it to pull his belt from his pants.

My spine stiffens, but I don’t have to object.

“That better not be for what I think it’s for.” Chase says, his tone pure menace.

Joshua shoots him a scathing glance. And I watch over my shoulder as he turns it into an approximation of handcuffs and loosely binds me up. “Hopefully that keeps you from doing something else we’ll have to punish you for.”

He lets me go and I turn back to Chase. He’s taken himself in hand and is watching me. Carefully. His jaw is tight, his teeth clenched.

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