Page 22 of Gilded Caresses

I clear my throat lightly and flip the phone over to silence. “It can wait,” I answer and give myself a mental pat on the back for sounding calm.

“Good answer.”

I swear I hear a throaty growl of the deep base and sensual chords of music.

“You’re direct,” I quip in retort, proud of how little my voice trembles.

“We’ve seen you here this entire week,dorogaya. Why is it you’ve been alone this entire time?”

I watch intently as Gregor’s lips move with each word. Kissable, biteable. I wonder what his mouth on mine would feel like?

“I’m only here to support Belle.” I hear myself say without paying too much attention. How can I when he presses so close?

“Are you married?” Lev passes the pad of his thumb over my empty ring finger.

I don’t realize I’m moving closer until I can feel the heat of his breath on my face. He considers me for a moment his expression unreadable and then those dark eyes morph from curious to downright wolfish.

“I think that is obvious.” The tip of my lip shoots up in an arrogant smirk. “And no, before you ask, I don’t have a boyfriend either.”

Several details hit me at once. While I’m being pulled in like a moon to its planet, Gregor is falling into the same gravitational pull behind me. Their power, their strength is inescapable. And most importantly, if they take this further, I’ll gladly let them. Their warmth surrounds me. Lust and thirst for a taste of those lips coil deep within.

His gaze darts from my mouth to my eyes and dips again. The tip of his finger traces over the edge of my jawbone before tipping my mouth toward his. “Good, then I can do this.”

I don’t know why, the signs are clear, but his words stun me at first so I am unprepared for the assault of his lips against mine.

Lev takes my mouth in a burning kiss. Shock has my lips parting and a surprised gasp escaping which is exactly what the Russian mobster wants.

Gregor tips my chin higher for his friend, his strong fingers holding me in place. A brush of Lev’s tongue and my lips open wider without my conscious thought.

Primal lust shoots through me. I can’t breathe. Hell, I don’t remember the simple act of taking air into my lungs. And I don’t care. All I can think about is one of the most powerful men of the Southern Alliance has his mouth on mine, his tongue dragging over mine, and his friend holding me for him.

From behind me, warm lips brush over the tender flesh of my neck and I sigh, tilting my head to the side so Gregor has better access.

“Who put these on you?”

Gregor caresses the marks on my throat before eyeing his friend.

“Someone has hurt her.”

Dark brown meets striking blue.

“It’s nothing.” I wave off their concern. “He’s no longer a problem for me.”

“Tell us his name and he will no longer be a problem for anyone. No one touches such a pretty jewel. No one.”

The feel of Gregor’s tongue licking over the tender, bruised flesh has my head falling to the side. He moves up, kisses my pulse point, and nips the flesh of my earlobe.

I gasp and I moan a throaty sound that makes me jolt back into reality.

Soft chords of music drift into our darkened booth and suddenly I remember where we are at.

I sit up, breaking all contact. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” My gaze touches the crowd before us, but I quickly notice there is not a single person looking in our direction. Their gazes are either fixed on the stage or on their partners.

The edges of my dress drag up my thigh. This is it, Sapphire. Do or walk away. “Kiss us,” They husk in unison.

And at that moment my brain clicks off. TheI should notsandI cannotscease to exist and for the first time in my life, I let my desires carry me back into the arms of two men.

The club is kept at a crisp sixty degrees but I feel like I’m living inside a cocoon of warmth between both men.

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