Page 97 of Theirs to Corrupt

Pax moves in closer, his body heat radiating against my back.

After sweeping my hair to one side, he exposes my neck and presses his lips to the sensitive skin there.

I gasp into Link’s mouth as Pax gently nips my flesh.

Link pulls away slightly, his breath ragged. “You taste like forever, little dove.” He takes a step back to shrug out of his tuxedo jacket and carelessly toss it onto a nearby chair.

Pax follows suit, his jacket joining Link’s.

I watch as Link begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest.

My gaze snags on his cuff links that glint in the soft light. I blink, focusing on the intricate design.

Owls.

With emerald eyes.

My breath catches, and I look up at him.

Link really is a Titan.

Then he seeks to distract me, capturing my mouth once more and tangling his hands in my hair to tilt my head back so he can deepen the kiss.

There’s just us and the moment.

I moan softly, and Pax is behind me again, gliding his strong palms over my hips and up to my shoulders. Gently he massages me.

When they finally release me, I’m relaxed and tense at the same time.

Link tosses his cuff links onto the nearby table. Then he loosens his bowtie and tosses it aside.

Pax’s lands on top, at an odd angle.

Before I’ve recovered, their hands are everywhere, exploring and teasing as they slowly work my dress up my legs. Both men trace patterns with their fingertips, leaving me without a single rational thought.

I sway as Pax caresses the back of my thighs, inching the dress higher while Link’s hands slide up my sides, lifting the fabric over my hips. “We’re going to pleasure you until you can’t take anymore.”

I shudder with anticipation as they continue, the cool air kissing my exposed skin.

They continue until Link traces the lace edge of my bra, sending jolts of awareness through me.

Pax clamps my waist and circles my hipbones with his thumbs.

I’m swimming in sensation as his length presses against my back.

Link’s mouth moves to my neck, sucking and nipping as he finally pulls the dress up and over my head, leaving me standing between them in just my bra.

Pax takes the gown from him and drapes it over the back of a nearby chair.

Link takes a step back, his gaze roving over my body as if he’s trying to memorize my shape. “Exquisite.” His voice is gruff. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

Pax echoes his sentiment with a low growl of approval, sliding his hands up my back to unclasp my bra.

Link’s eyes are feral, filled with hunger and appreciation.

I force myself to resist the instinct to hide. After all, Link was very clear that he’ll be exercising his conjugal rights—as he’d called them.

My bra floats to the floor, and I stand naked before them, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves.

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