Page 43 of Blue Moon Mistress

When I look up, he’s still scowling at the drive.

“The feeling’s mutual.” I assure him.

That drags his attention back down to me. “Now, where were we?”

A hand under each leg, Thomas lifts me up, wrapping me around him and takes me back into the house.

“Now I just have to decide what, exactly, I want to do to you.”

“Please tell me Johnny hasn’t spread his silly ideas to the rest of you.”

“Which ideas are those?”

“Mostly just the one where he was determined to leave me wanting more by sacrificing himself.”

“I am in the habit of pleasing myself. And that means pleasing you too. He looks around. Point me to the bed, or you’re going to need a new rug.”

He goes where directed and I start to work on his shirt.

I don’t get it off before he tosses me onto my bed.

The springs creak. And I have to swallow a squeak of a laugh as I bounce not once, but twice.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Thomas grabs my ankle, pulling me back to him. The motion drags my skirt up around my hips.

“I’ve got plans, but they all take place in this bed.”

“Good girl.” Hands moving up my legs, his eyes watch their path, “Have we let you know just how beautiful you are, Scarlette? Because you make me wish I was an artist. You need to exist in every possible form to last the centuries.

“A sculpture of you would draw people from the world over.”

“Should I find someone to pose for?”

Thomas bares his teeth, a faint rumble, deep in his chest. “We can talk about it.”

I chuckle and take hold of his head with both hands, drawing his lips to mine. “How about I let you guys be the ones who get to view my exhibits and we go from there?”

“I do love a private showing.”

Murmuring a yes, I shiver as his hand ghosts up my leg. “The next group tour can come later.”

“I love those too.” His smile is practically feral. “But I don’t want to wait around for the others to show up.”

Nodding, I nip at his lip. “That would take way too long.”

“Up,” he says, drawing back and tugging me with him. But as soon as I’m upright and he strips my shirt off, he pushes me right back down.

My skirt disappears a moment later and I’m completely naked for him again.

It should worry me how much I prefer being naked around them, but it doesn’t.

I wasn’t shy before… being around their energy, it makes complete sense that everything I want is amplified.

Like calls to like.

Being bombarded with the desire of four men all at once is exhilarating.

Even distilled down tojustThomas, the pack energy comes with him.

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