Page 40 of Gilded Desires

We start to walk. Gage signals to a man in a booth just out of sight of the viewers. Mirrors are pinned to the walls and the ceiling. I catch a glimpse of myself standing between my men.

Not mine, I remind myself. They are just borrowed for a time, and I am going to use this moment in my life to find myself.

Either way, we look stunning together. Maybe I can paint them some time because they are pure works of art with their chiseled bodies and delicious dips and contours. The light catches so perfectly on every single hard line of their bodies.

I catch the eye of my cousin who is gearing up her laptop in a back booth. I spy the Southern Alliance here tonight, too. They do not have eyes for me or the show. All three men are here for my cousin. And she is completely unaware.

The second we reach the edge of the stage the overhead light dims to black and then the spotlight is filtered to focus only on us as we step up onto the stage. The few faces that came into viewnow fade to murky shadows and my attention is on the three men in front of me.

They take my hands and lead me to the bed. Aziel pulls my long hair to the side and Rush smears oil all over my body. It’s warm, soothing, and makes my mouth water.

Cherry and cinnamon.

Dark eyes focus on me and I fall into Gage’s heated, spellbinding gaze. “If you ever feel fear or want this to end, the word queen is your safe word. Let me hear you say it.”

“Queen,” I say breathlessly. My pulse sizzles. Hell, my whole body does.

“Good girl.” Rush’s big hands keep me balanced when I kneel at the end of the bed. His touch glides up the curve of my ass, making me tremble. I won’t lie either. Feeling the heat of the crowd’s eyes on my body has liquid heat spilling down my thighs.

Fingers find the underside of my breasts and my eyes shutter closed.

Aziel makes a tsking sound. “Eyes open, beautiful. You need to see this,” he husks in such a low timbre I feel it in my core like a caress. His hand is on my throat, the pads of his thumb settling over my pulse point.

I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. His fingers tighten and he holds me like that, cuffed and breathing harshly until I do as he commands.

I look on as Gage stands opposite of me, the bed between us. Around us, I hear the soft cries of women and moans of men.

“Part those pretty thighs for him. Let him see how wet you already are for my brother.”

The bed to my left dips with the weight of Rush putting a knee on the edge. He’s next to Aziel, his lips brushing just north of Aziel’s claiming hold on my throat. I swallow tightly and draw in a tight breath.

I moan when I feel the thick throb of both Aziel and Rush’s cocks press into me—one from behind and the other against my thigh. I shudder with the thrill and filthiness of it all burning through me.

Rush’s strong fingers find the underside of my breasts. He palms the ample weight and twists the hard tip of my nipple between his fingers. Exquisite pain razors through me until I feel nothing but the fiery flames of pleasure. His dark head dips and I arch into his waiting mouth the second his lips wrap around the turgid peak.

“Rush.” My breath catches on his name and those glittering desires I see shining back at me through his piercing gaze when he looks up at me with a mouth full of my breast shoot straight to my throbbing clit. Warmth spills down my thighs and I reach for the juices. Under normal circumstances, I would let them do all the work since my body is tired of my own touches. But right now, they are dragging out my pleasure when what I really want is to come. Now.

I stroke a finger through the seam of my pussy and bring my juices up to coat every aching part of me.

“Naughty girl,” Gage rumbles, taking my hand in his. He pulls my coated fingers to his mouth. My lips fall open on a whispered moan at the sight of him hungry for what I have to offer. Oneby one I watch him take each finger between his warm lips. He tenderly sucks, swirling his tongue over and under until my dripping fingers are clean of my juices.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t taste any sweeter,” Gage offers in a brusque tone next to my ear.

Rush moves to my other nipple. “Mm. Gage is right. Fucking delicious. You’re doing beautifully.” His words of encouragement soothe the tremble in my fingers. I rake them through his long hair and pull him back to my aching nipples.

Soft moans come from the crowd and I let my eyes drift closed again. Feeling. I’m doing this to feel.

Hands with years of calluses scrape across my skin.

Gage’s. I’m already learning the difference between their caresses. Gage is rough and demanding whereas Aziel’s is firm and slow. Like he wants to savor every inch of my body—memorize it.

Rush on the other hand is all about zeroing in on certain parts of me. Pleasure points first and then he’ll get to stroking the rest of my heated skin.

Together they are a perfect balance. My heart shudders and quakes in my chest. These men, their burning touches and husked words will all be the death of my heart.

Aziel presses more of his hard body along mine. A thick arm encases me and my oiled body is pulled against an unforgiving muscled one. Just when I think he’s going to release my throat he tightens a fraction. I swallow past his tight grip that stops just short of cutting off my air. The more pleasure Rush gives to my breasts, the more Aziel’s hold on my throat turns claiming. Notuntil I can’t breathe, but until all my focus and energy is on him and his friends.

“You like it a little rough, don’t you?” He runs the tip of his warm, teasing tongue over the shell of my ear, causing me to shudder in his grip.

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