Page 19 of Room One Hundred and Seven: Catch and Claim

Needing something I can’t put into words, I give into my body’s desires and press my front against Hendrix’s frame. Hisfingers twitch as he holds my face in his large hands. Fuck, they all have large hands.

From the way Wolfe and Dominic press their bodies against my side and from what I can feel of Hendrix, their size does not stop at their frames or their hands. I shiver while shielded in their warmth. I want them.

I need them.

A plea plays on the tip of my tongue, but it’s unnecessary because Hendrix is right there and pressing his lips against mine. He kisses me with the same ferocity as when he dived between my thighs. The memory of him crawling to me flashes in my mind and I melt into him.

He didn’t question my demand, and it didn’t even feel like he was humoring me. None of them protested. They gave in and didn’t balk.

To have that from these three strong men who scream ‘alpha’ was sexy as fuck. I should have walked out of the room with Charlie, but I couldn’t. I should have never indulged them or allowed them to give me pleasure, but I don’t regret what happened.

As Hendrix deepens the kiss, hands roam over my body. Panic doesn’t surge through my body as I give myself over to the sensation. My fingertips glide up Hendrix’s chest until I can wrap my palms around the back of his neck. The hair there is short, spiky, and feels damn good against my skin.

The livewire my body has become is attuned to these men. The moment Hendrix pulls back from my lips, I gasp and then clothes are being pulled from my body. Only when I’m standing naked in front of these three men who were part of my past, butI hope can become the foundation of a future I never thought I could have, do they start to undress.

My eyes move rapidly, trying to take in the show without missing a thing. So much muscle and tattooed skin. By the time they’re just as naked as I am, I’m a panting mess. I’m sure if they looked closely enough they would be able to see the wetness coating my thighs.

“Fuck,” Hendrix groans and licks his lips, “you taste good.”

“I want a taste,” Wolfe husks.

His words are the only warning I get before I’m turned, and Wolfe slams his mouth down on mine. I expect him to kiss me fiercely, but he surprises the hell out of me with the soft, sweetness of his kiss. The way his tongue teases against the seam of my lips makes me gasp.

Taking advantage of the opening, his tongue slides inside of my mouth and coaxes my own to play. I get lost in kissing him, feeling like I’m floating even though my feet are firmly planted on the ground. Hands roam over my body, skimming my skin and teasing me while not touching anyplace overly intimate.

It’s a tease.

A finger sliding over my hip. A palm ghosting over my shoulder. A hand grasping the nape of my neck and holding me in place.

I don’t know whose hands are whose, but it doesn’t matter.

Dominic, who is now at my back, must step away from me because the heat from his body disappears. I hate it. I rip my mouth away from Wolfe, air desperately sawing in and out of my lungs, as I look over my shoulder.

Dominic smirks at me as he settles against the headboard of the bed, his long, thick legs looking like a fucking throne. When he holds his hand out to me, I scramble toward him, unable to resist the unspoken invitation.

The ease that I sit astride his hips, trapping his cock between us, is a little shocking, but I’m not going to think about it or fight it right now. What would be the point. My hips rock on instinct, sliding his length between my wet pussy lips and making my clit throb.

Before the night I allowed them to pleasure me, I’m not sure when the last time was that I felt this level of arousal. The way my body feels like it’s buzzing makes it hard to even think.

Dominic’s lips glide along my collarbone before heading up my neck and skimming my jaw. He’s the only one I haven’t kissed yet and I desperately want to taste his lips too. I’m not usually one who kisses, feeling it was far too intimate for my clients, but now I can’t seem to get enough.

Just as Dominic ferally presses his lips against mine, taking without caring if I’m giving, I feel the bed dip next to me and somewhere toward the foot of the bed. I know my other men have joined us on bed and I can’t wait to find out what happens next.

“Stunning, Phoenix,” Wolfe rasps from my side which tells me that Hendrix is behind me.

That knowledge sends a shiver down my spine. All my men are large, but the thought of him stretching me and taking me at the same time as Dominic, with all his banked power, makes goosebumps cover my skin. I blindly reach for Wolfe, my hand finding his shoulder before sliding down the front of his body and wrapping around the base of his cock.

He growls just as Hendrix presses against my back, his hand gripping a hip with one hand and an ass cheek with the other. He grits out through his teeth, “Has your ass ever been fucked, Kirby?”

As I pull back from Dominic’s mouth, I gasp, “Yes.”

“Good,” he groans, “that means I won’t have to work as hard at making you ready for me.” The tip of his nose slides up my neck as Dominic captures one of my nipples in his mouth. “We’re going to fill you so damn good and make you scream.”

“Please,” I whimper.

I hear a click that I know, from experience, is the sound of lube opening. I shiver in their arms as Dominic grips the hip Hendrix isn’t holding onto like his fucking life depends on it. They work together in a way that only comes from years of trust as they lift me up just enough for Dominic to angle his cock at my entrance.

I slide down the length of him slowly, reveling in the stretch as my head falls back and finds purchase against Hendrix’s shoulder. “Yes,” I hiss, embracing the way my body opens up for my men.

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