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I relax, arching my body into his. I wind my arms around his neck and sink deeper into the kiss. Fuck, all these men can kiss, but when they’re putting this extra effort into it because of a little competition, it’s like being in heaven.

CHAPTER 6

Kirill

I already had my kiss,but when it comes to Mackenzie, I can never get enough.

I knock Dom out of the way and scoop Mackenzie up in my arms. She lets out a squeak of surprise, but then wraps her legs around my hips. She looks so sexy with the red ribbon wrapped around her eyes, and I picture it bound around the rest of her beautiful body, tied up for us like a Christmas gift.

I kiss her deep and slow, lightly biting her lower lip, just how she likes it. She presses into me, and my cock gets even harder. It’s all I can do to stop myself swiping the meal from the table, laying her across it, and fucking her there and then.

Only a tap on my shoulder stops me.

Goddamnit. Tino wants his turn.

Sometimes sharing one woman isn’t as much fun as it should be.

Regretfully, I place her back down, her feet finding the floor. She pouts, but then Tino takes my place, and her perfect lips curve in a smile. He glances over his shoulder at me, with a cat that got the cream grin, and pulls her close.

He kisses her like a fucking professional, licking and nipping at her lips, teasing her until she’s groaning and begging for more.

Tino leaves her wanting and steps away.

She tugs the makeshift blindfold from her eyes.

“Well?” Dom asks. “Who was who?”

Without hesitation she says, “You, Kirill, then Tino.” She gives a pretty laugh. “Too easy.”

Tino growls. “Maybe next time we should blindfold you and get you on your knees and see if you can recognize whose cock is in your mouth.”

She holds his gaze. “Is that a promise?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Her gaze drifts over his shoulder to the table. “But first, we eat. I’m starving, and I’m afraid a few mouthfuls of cum isn’t going to cut it.”

She’s right. The food is getting cold, and since I wasn’t allowed to eat anything substantial at the market, I’m fucking starving. “We’re all going to need our energy for later.”

The stew Mackenzie made does smell incredible, and I don’t want our girl to go hungry.

The others clearly think the same way, as, moments later, we’re all seated around the table, tucking in. The three of us guys, being the size we are, take some feeding, but our Duchess hasn’t skimped on the quantity or quality of beef. It’s melt-in-the-mouth, and we each have a glass of expensive red wine to accompany it. We chat and tease each other while we’re eating, and I watch Mackenzie’s cheeks grow pink from the alcohol. Sometimes, I have to pinch myself that she’s the mother of our child, and all ours.

When we’ve stuffed ourselves, we stay sitting around the table, sipping our wine and talking.

A blaring siren suddenly sounds from outside, and we all jump.

“What the fuck is that?” Tino says.

After the silence and the solitude, it’s loud enough to be deafening.

I jump to my feet. “It’s the car alarm.”

Mackenzie stands as well, her face paling, all that pretty color draining away. “What’s set it off?”

“No idea. Probably the same animal that left tracks outside the bathroom window. Guess I’d better go and find out.”

She grabs my arm. “Be careful.”

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