Page 33 of Sinful Mates

I clicked the door shut behind me, leaning on it, admiring the row of them naked and in their glory. Slade—gruff, tattooed, bearded, a mountain of a man, devilish grin and dimples, hooking his finger invitingly at me.

Castor—polished, long, inky, curled hair, tanned skin, strong shoulders, and those dominant maple eyes that twined around my heart every time, yanking at me to come forward and straddle my daddy.

Alaric—sharp jaw and features, clean shaven, buzz cut, dual-colored eyes, pillowy lips that hit me between the legs, patting his thighs for me to sink beside him.

Zethan—broody and lost, fair-haired, stubbled blond jaw, piercing green eyes, with ink to hide the scars I loved across a massive chest.

Darkness wrapped in sin, the lot of them.

Before, it didn’t feel right to come together without all of my mates, and the curse separating Zethan and me complicating things. Castor found a way around that, and the two of them surprised me a few weeks back with a very steamy threesome. Now that I had a taste of that, I was hooked and wanted all my men at once.

The pounding between my legs turned insistent and needy, prompting me to strip for them. I was surprised none of them came over to do it for me. They all waited, enjoying the little strip tease, and I flung my bra at Zethan. He brought it to his nose to sniff my perfumed scent.

“I better be the recipient of your underwear, Nurse A,” Slade growled, part humor, part threat, and we chuckled.

For that, I purposefully tossed them at Castor, and he licked at the gusset.

“You’ll pay for that, Nurse A.” Slade flashed teeth, telling me he would mark my skin and punish me. My heart waggled her ass, eager for her spanking.

As I crawled onto the bed, I glanced over my shoulder at the door and warned, “We have to keep quiet for Mia.”

“I should keep watch.” Alaric shifted out of his spot, scrambling off the bed, ready to defend her against any threat.

Oh, no he didn’t. He wasn’t getting out of this. Fantasies with the four of them had haunted me these last months, and now that they were all here, all trusting, all in, semi-curse free, they weren’t getting away.

I clasped his wrist and tugged, drawing his gaze to mine. “You leave and I’ll give you gravel rash.”

A smile played at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t worry.” Castor played with a ball of dark magick in one hand, caressing my knee with his other. “I put a spell on her room. No one’s getting in without me knowing.”

Handy for situations like this, but that didn’t stop her from waking, and I started to inch back.

Castor squeezed my knee, warning me to remain where I was. “I’ve put her in a deep sleep. The world could crack and crumble and she wouldn’t wake.”

Doing that to her felt strange. Wrong. Yet, so did the prospect of being interrupted. We waited so long for this and finally had the opportunity. Nothing was getting in the way of it. I trusted Castor had everything sorted and that Mia remained safe.

I leaned back in my original crouched position. “Thank you.”

Alaric twitched with unease, and I pushed at his chest, urging him back into his place. To keep him there, I kneeled on my knees, straddling him, about to give him a reason to stay.

Seductress was my middle name, group sex my game. Driven by desire, I circled my hips, running my hands along my thighs, and Alaric’s pupils exploded wide, encouraging me on. Breath sucked in all of my mates’ mouths when my hands went to my breasts. Need pulled the bond taut. Oh, yeah, they liked my little dance. Teasing them, my hand skirted down my stomach, circling my belly, sinking lower, playing with the dark curls at the apex. I spread my legs wider and rocked back and forth.

I wasn’t shy by any stretch. Slade brought the wild girl in me out, the one who started off with the Wolves yet ended up a Jackal. But the raunchy moves came unnaturally to me and I felt slightly bashful. Still, I wanted to make our first time together memorable. What really got my men going, the bond exploding with heat, fire in their gazes smoldering, chests rumbling and dicks twitching, was when I shimmied down, grazing my breast along Alaric’s abdomen and up his chest.

Slade palmed at his hardening cock. “Fuck, Nurse A, where have you been hiding this sex kitten?”

Emboldened by his heated words and their responses, I kept going, swaying, enjoying the way their gazes trailed every motion. Simmering heat ignited between my legs, desperate and needy. My hand went to the spot where I needed relief, massaging.

“Mine,” Alaric growled, swatting me away, cupping my apex and kneading.

I moaned at the contact, the ache in my core intensifying.

His hand found my breast, squeezing lightly, but I needed a firmer touch.

“Harder,” I bit out, and he responded, working my breast the way I wanted.

“Don’t get greedy, asshole,” Slade murmured from beside him, impatient to get his turn.

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