Page 24 of Gilded Caresses

“Let us see your beauty.” Lev reaches down my body and moves the last bit of dress away from the apex of my thighs to fully reveal my freshly waxed folds. Gregor shifts back slightly and when the heat of his gaze caresses me I grow wetter. He widens my legs and gives a low growl of appreciation at the sight.

I gauge his expression but I don’t know what I am worried about. The light inside the private booth isn’t the greatest but the fixtures on the wall illuminate the glittering need in his eyes.

Unable to stop myself, I trail the tips of my fingers over Gregor’s rough beard. Will it chafe my thighs? Will I love it or hate it?

He slips a finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad over my clit.

His hooded gaze flicks up to mine. “All these sweet juices are for us?”

I whimper, absolutely mortified I can be so wet and slick so fast. I can do nothing more than nod. I mean he’s holding up the evidence of my arousal. I can’t deny it when he…oh God. My eyes go wide. He rubs the pad of his wet finger over my lower lip.

“Taste yourself,” he demands deeply.

I do as instructed.

“Good?”

“Yes,” I quiver, feeling turned on to the max. I’m not walking out of The Society tonight without that orgasm I craved after all.

“No,” he counters and my blood pressure goes wild at the idea he might not like what he sees.

“It’s perfect.”

It’s Lev who makes the next move. “I told you she would be perfect.”

“You did, brother.”

I swallow and try to calm my heart from tearing a hole through me, but they have it racing uncontrollably.

Had they done the same as me? Sat in the back of the mirror room all week craving a tryst with me as deeply as I had with them?

Using two fingers Lev slowly, almost reverently, spreads the wet folds of my pussy. My body jerks and I involuntarily roll my hips. The bead of my clit peeks out and I watch as Lev’s dark gaze takes in the sight.

His friend is more of a doer, though. Gregor drags his tongue from slit to my throbbing nub in one long achingly slow glide.

“Argh!” I cry out and clamp my knees around him. No matter how much I think I am prepared for the delicious burn of his beard, nothing prepared me for the true sensations assaulting my senses.

His criminal use of his tongue combined with the scratch of his beard is borderline torture. Broad shoulders keep me from fighting off the onslaught of fire lashing against my core.

Gregor’s gaze draws past my stomach to land on mine. And I wonder if losing my virginity to two near-strangers is a reasonable fantasy to entertain?

The corner of his lip tips up as if he can read my speeding thoughts. He goes in for more, licking, sucking, and grabbing tender flesh to bite.

I moan and ride his face in slow sways of my hips. Fingers dip under my ass and I am held open like fresh fruit on a Sunday morning. With my legs splayed wide and my breasts bare, I have little control over this situation.

Unfamiliar sensations wind through me. Guilt, pleasure, horror. The mixture is as venomous as it is irresistible.

“Hold her down,moy droog. I am starving.”

This is happening.

Gregor speaks to Lev.

My deep breathing becomes raspy and unrecognizable. “Wait, this is too much. Way too fast.” Inside my head, my brain shrieksbrake for God’s sake woman,but my body is overriding that command withfloor it, baby!

Strong unyielding fingers draw to my neck and hold me down.

My heart jackhammers. But I realize the feeling is completely different from when Snake Eyes actively tried to shut off my air supply.

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