Page 24 of Gilded Desires

“I don’t think we have to worry about chemistry.”

There’s not an ounce of humor in Gage’s tone and his expression is dead serious when I raise my eyes to find his. He’s peering down at me in a way that lures a dark part of my soul to the surface.

I trust him. All of them. The thought penetrates my mind, soul, and body.

My pulse hammers so hard I can feel the rush of my blood speeding through my body.

Aziel makes the first move. His fingers turn gentle as he sweeps my hair to the side to reveal the soft incline of my neck. He finds the ties to my bodice and when I think he’s going to pull the ends, Gage drags a knife out of somewhere.

“Oh!” I inhale sharply as he spins me around.

“Hands on them,” I’m ordered gruffly.

Strong, capable hands catch me. Aziel and Rush, both lean me forward, and not until I feel the tight constraint of my bodice give, do I realize Gage’s intentions.

And it’s hot as fuck. I rise to the tips of my toes and brush my lips over first Rush’s then Aziel’s. A small amount of skin peeks out between the top of my skirt and the hem of my silk blouse. Curious hands find it and tease over the heated flesh. Whose? I don’t know and I don’t care.

My bodice loosens one loop at a time. Since it’s my only form of support, my breasts sway and the tips pucker. Both men at my front growl.

“Someone came dressed for the occasion. Let’s see what you have on beneath this pretty thing, baby girl.”

Admittedly, not much. And they know it. Wait until they see what else I have in store for them.

Rush pulls the dark-green bodice from around my torso and tosses it on the large dining room table, leaving my top half clad in only a very transparent white, silk blouse.

Aziel slides his mouth over the curve of my jaw. He pulls back the soft collar of my blouse in order to tease his seeking lips over my exposed collarbone. Rush comes in from the other side torepeat the sweet torture. They work together to pull me closer to the edge of another toe-curling orgasm.

“God, you even taste like perfection,” Rush mouths tenderly over my skin, making me flush hot. His voice is thick and full of lust.

I bury my hands in their hair and hold them to me. “I had no idea foreplay could be so arousing.”

“Let us teach you more.”

From behind me, strong fingers bury into my long hair, and I’m pulled back into a hard chest. From my ass to my shoulder blades, I’m flush against a well-built man with hunger in his eyes. I caress the hard line of his jaw, the sharp angles of his brows and the lines of worry etched into the soft skin at the corners of his eyes.

Gage is nothing if not a full-blooded alpha.

My lips part and he takes that as an invitation to steal what he wants like a raiding Viking.

His tongue sweeps over mine, gentle at first, and then the facade of easy and tender dissolves to reveal a demanding man beneath.

His hold on my hair tightens and I’m suddenly pinned in place. No escape. No safe word. No one to save me.

And I love it.

I gasp into his mouth and kiss him back just as eagerly. Pain and pleasure wash through me. I moan, whimper and I can’t stop the thundering of my heart. It starts in my knees. My weight becomes too much and then the full-on tremble doesn’t stop until all of me is shaking and short of breath. Not because of theburn on my scalp, the threat of the massive cock pressed into my ass or that I am scared.

No, the feel of molten heat encasing first one nipple and then the other over the silk of my blouse is what has me ready to beg for everything they want to give me.

Gage encases my throat with his other hand and his fingers tighten one by one. My eyes fly open to find him staring down at me. He likes taking control. And that deep, dark part of me I’ve never acknowledged likes giving it.

Pulses of heat flood my system and it’s like all three have tapped into exactly what my body craves. Their controlling forces, fierce possession, and demanding mouths all make hot liquid spill to wet between my thighs. My pussy clenches with the need to have themthere. Filling me up, fulfilling all the forbidden desires I’ve had for years with no source of outlet to grant them.

Not a word is spoken between us. No, “tell us to stop, and we will” or “We will be gentle”. These men know what they want. On the flip side, so do I.

I break the kiss, but Gage has other ideas. His eyes burn into me. The cock digging into my ass grows stiffer. He releases my hair to reach around and wrap those same fingers over the tender flesh of my breast. I arch into his branding touch and moan with exquisite delight.

“Fuck, Gage!” I groan and his hold turns punishing, making me only want more. I might be bruised in the morning, but I’ll take his marks.

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