Page 30 of Gilded Desires

My walls are slick and ready to take his massive girth.

Yet, I still cry out. “Rush, I can’t. Not again. The ache…”

Arms come around me. Gage on one side and Aziel on the other. Together both help their brother and me. Rush stares up at me as he pulls out and slides back in. His pace increases until only the harsh pants of our breathing and our bodies slapping together fill the large bedroom.

Aziel cups a breast and Gage reaches for my aching clit. One pinches a nipple and the other tortures my nub until I’m screaming and riding Rush so fast and hard my world narrows to only this moment.

“Come for me so I can give you my milk, baby girl. I need you to take my milk.” Another couple of deep thrusts and I give him everything he wants and he feeds my channel all his hot milk.

Spurt after claiming spurt spills into me. “Now you’re ours,” I hear one of them say but I’m too dazed to notice who. Dizzy from the copious amounts of warring sensations, my heart skips. Spasms tear through my body. I can barely breathe. I bury my face into Gage’s neck and he holds me even tighter. His lips press to my ear and he whispers, “Thank you for such a wonderful gift. I will never forget this.”

I rake my fingers through his hair and the long strands near his forehead drift back into place as I remove my hand. Like this—freshly pleasured and at peace—they all look like the nice guys next door. Not the rough alpha predators who just took my virginity. How looks can deceive.

Between breaths, I ask, “Does this mean I got the job?”

Eight

Gage

“Jesus H. Christ,” I murmur under my breath. Blood rushes south, making my dick the only head I can think with.

Not something I’m used to. Keeping everyone in line, on track, and focused is more my style.

She’s a fucking virgin. Was. And now I am a monster. What the hell have we done? She can’t be more than twenty. Tops twenty-one. I should have asked for her license the second she glided that sweet fuckable ass into The Society earlier.

I couldn’t stop myself. Seeing her walls stretch over the head of my cock was the end of my control. I doubt I had any to begin with. Something else out of character. We invited the sweet thing over to see how compatible we were. Some wine, pasta, and Rush’s garlic bread. Good conversation.

Not sex.

But what did we do?

“Fuck me.” I plant my feet wide and rock back on my heels. Morning light is just breaking over the edge of the water. It’s my favorite time of morning and this one is coming in with a storm.

We agreed to this stint with the club for a little downtime. Get our heads on straight.

Not to get attached. But last night felt like we were personally stitching together strings that tie us to her.

I have grappled with the rules we’ve lived by for a while now. She’s pushing boundaries just by sleeping in my bed.

I turn around and watch the honey-haired beauty snuggle up to my brothers through the balcony window. It’s late enough in the summer that the heat is fading into autumn. Cool mornings and warm afternoons. I love this time of year and like to leave the balcony doors open.

After coming down from the high of our first session together, we all showered, fed our guest, and made sure she went to bed where she’s been for the last five hours. Tucked between all of us softly breathing. Trusting us with her safety. Which blows my mind. I’ve never seen someone trust so easily. Hasn’t her family taught her anything? When three guys invite you into their home the only thing you should do is run.

But not Belle. She fell into our arms and gave us the sweetest gift.

What the fuck do I do with that? I’m already struggling to find the peace I need to move forward with my job. Adding the stress of her to our lives seems like asking for shit to go sideways more than it already has.

I dig my thumbs into my eyes and try to erase the sight of the death I’ve seen.

But when I close my eyes, instead of seeing the bodies and haunting eyes of those I’ve killed, I see her. Belle. The beauty. Sweet and innocent.

I smirk at her attempts to get us to make love to her after we all piled back into bed for the night.

Make love. Where the hell did that come from? I turn to brace my hands on the railing and watch as the sun fights with the darkening clouds in its slow ascent.

I haven’t loved someone other than my brothers in a long time. This isn’t that. Infatuation? Sure. But love? Fuck. What’s wrong with me?

The second we dried her off she nuzzled into my borrowed T-shirt and seeing her wearing my clothes had me tenting the sheets all night.

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