Page 14 of Room One Hundred and Seven: Catch and Claim

“You will follow my directions. You will not overstep and push for more. I won’t be giving it to you,” there’s a hard finality in her voice that shouldn’t be nearly as hot as it is.

What kind of magic is this woman weaving around me?

Hendrix chances asking a question, his voice husky with need that I feel to the depth of my soul, “And what kind of directions will you be giving?”

Kirby makes a humming sound before circling us one more time and then giving us her back as she walks back to the bed. My eyes are glued to her ass, watching it move with every step.

Dominic makes a sound in the back of his throat. I would call it a whine if I didn’t know the man better. But damn if I don’t have to fight the same sound from coming out of me.

Our Phoenix turns and hikes her skirt up her thighs, revealing more of her legs with slow movements that are driving me out of my damn mind. Her steely blue eyes flash with something as the three of us freeze in place and take in the show that is even better than I imagined.

When the lace tops of her stockings—making my dreams come true with them being red—I let out a growling groan. “Fucking knew they would be those sexy lace top things. Red too,” I grunt without looking away from where the lace kisses her skin, “fucking knew you were trying to kill me, Kirby.”

“No,” she barks, “you will not use my name. Not in here.” When my eyes snap up to hers, the scowl on her face makes me want to genuflect at her feet. I nod and swallow hard around the lump in my throat. Her eyes move to Hendrix, effectively dismissing me and making me feel cold. “Crawl to me,” she commands.

I almost balk, fully expecting the man who takes the lead between us more often than not to bristle at her order while refusing to do so. When he drops to his knees, you could knock me over with a fucking feather. Our Phoenix has an effect on us that I could never have anticipated.

As Hendrix begins to crawl, yes fucking crawl, toward her, everything in me wants to join him. It’s a feat to keep my body still. Kirby must be able to see the yearning on my face when she meets my eyes because the smirk that she sends my way is pure fucking sin.

Kirby sits down gracefully, her skirt rucked up around her waist. I could almost kick myself because I was distracted and didn’t get to take in the entire show. Is she wearing a thong or some sort of panty? What color? Could she actually be bare underneath that tight as hell skirt?

I try and think about whether or not I saw any lines on her ass and I definitely didn’t. The thought of her being bare under her skirt has me panting out a breath of anticipation. Fuck, I need to be closer.

She focuses on Hendrix as he sits back on his heels in front of her, his eyes glued to the apex of her thighs even though he can’t see anything with her legs pressed together. Dominic grunts, his body lurching forward like he’s fighting himself from moving closer the same way I am.

Slowly she slides her legs open, her lips twisted up in a grin. “Eat.”

Hendrix lunges for her and buries his face between her thighs. The growl he lets out has my blood pumping harder through my veins. I can hear the way he’s slurping up her taste.

Kirby’s jaw goes slack as she leans back and props herself up on her elbows. Her movements are fluid as she reaches up with one hand and exposes one of her tits and then the other. Half-mast steely blue eyes, dark with pleasure, look between Dominic and me.

“Play with my tits.”

Don’t have to fucking tell me twice.

I almost trip over my feet as I lurch toward the bed. The oomph I let out as I collapse next to our woman would be embarrassing if I gave a fuck. Since I don’t, I ignore my own ineptitude and wrap my lips around Kirby’s hard nipple.

She arches her back as Dominic does the same on the other side. It’s kind of a mind fuck how she’s in charge, and won’t accept anything less in this situation, but is still presentingherself to us. My mind whirls with what it all means, but I push those thoughts away and focus on this moment.

I don’t want to forget a single second.

Kirby’s skin is soft against my lips when I release her nipple with a pop to pepper the swell of her breast with my mouth. I kiss, nip, and taste her because I can’t fucking help myself.

“Slide two fingers inside of my pussy and suck on my clit,” there’s a breathless quality in our Phoenix’s voice, but there is nothing about her command that makes me feel like she’s begging.

How is that so damn hot?

The gasp that comes from our woman has me trying to shift to look down the length of her body to see what Hendrix is up to. I can’t see nearly enough. Not even a glimpse of what I know is a dripping wet and beautifully pink pussy.

Damn it.

When I meet Dominic’s eyes across her chest, I expect it to feel strange. It doesn’t. There’s something in his eyes, something I know and understand.

He bares his teeth at the same time that I do, and we bite down on our respective nipple.

“Fuck,” she groans, the sound coming from the back of her throat as she collapses back onto the bed.

Her body twitches slightly as she holds her breath and I know, without feeling the clench of her slick walls for myself, that she’s coming. It’s sexy as hell and I desperately want to see it again and again. Maybe I’ll be able to taste her and make her come with my mouth next.

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