Page 34 of Sinful Mates

Alaric enjoyed foreplay, a slow, warm, tortuous yet delicious build-up to an epic crescendo. Slade considered himself the foreplay and jumped right in, his dirty, growled words, rough touch, and nips to the neck all the warm-up I got.

“Greed’s a sin, Mr. Vincent.” My voice died in my throat when Alaric lapped at my neck, my head falling back.

“You’re testing my patience, woman.” Slade regarded me like a true predator. A snake to a frog, with nowhere to escape. “I dare any man not to be a greedy asshole when it comes to you.”

His praise filled my entire body with the fires of Hell. I straightened myself and gave Alaric one last kiss and a nip to his chin.

Smiling, I shifted back on my knees, straddling Slade’s hips, giving my possessive, impatient man a little lap dance to quench that greedy fire.

“Fuck, yeah, Nurse A. Bring out that little vixen. Show me what you got.” I spun around, rubbing my ass into his hardening length, and he grabbed my hips, moving with me. Burning lips fell to my neck, treating me to soft nips, my devilish man humming his approval.

Castor’s fingers closed around mine as I moved on to him, going down the line, giving them all a show, reveling in every caress, every whisper, every lick and bite. Hazy with lust, I stumbled and Castor caught me. Power in the room throbbed with desire, and it echoed in my body, my pulse pounding wildly and well over its normal beat, making me dizzy.

“Too much lap dancing, Dark Sorceress?” Castor murmured against my sizzling flesh.

No, quite the opposite. “The power between us is overwhelming.” I clung to his shoulders for steadiness.

When the heady sensation passed, Alaric tugged me back onto his lap. “I can’t go slow today, Angel.”

No, we didn’t have time to go slow and make love when I had four eager and waiting mates to pleasure. I shrugged and grinned, prepared for whatever he had in mind. His arms came under my knees, lifting me, baring me down over his cock, using the motion to pump me up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I crooned, my head falling back to accept kisses from Castor, who held my throat, stroking it with his thumb. His soft palms, known for worshipping the pages of books, gave my breasts the same reverence. I moaned, grinding my clit against Alaric, and he pumped me over his cock faster, my body lost to the pleasure.

Zethan snuggled up behind him, grinding his cock into Castor’s ass.

Goddess.

Nothing made this greedy heart of mine more of a sinner than wanting these four special men. But having them share it with each other, wanting to pleasure more than just me, that was the ultimate turn-on. Dark, ruthless heat tore through me at wanting such sin.

Slade growled and stroked his shaft harder. “Christ, Nurse A, do you know how fucking sexy it is watching the others bang you?” He worked his length harder, and the friction of his calloused palms echoed in Alaric’s thrusts. “It gets my dick so hard and balls tight.”

His praise washed over me like the orgasm Alaric wrung from me, shooting from my pussy to my toes and the crown of my head. The first of many, judging by the desire throbbing in the air and on our bond.

Selfish for the next turn, Slade got in next, lifting me off Alaric, limp and languid. He curled me on his lap, sucking at my throat, shoulder, and ear, waiting for me to come back down. His dick dug into my pussy, electrifying it, my clit pulsing for her three times every time from my devilish mate.

“Fuck that.” Zethan clawed at my arms to get me to himself. “You’ve had plenty of time with her. It’s my turn.”

Fire swept between my legs at them fighting over me. I loved dominant Zethan. Loved that he stood up to Slade. Loved a healthy bit of competition between my mates. Showed me how much they wanted me. But with how things devolved recently, I wasn’t going to let it devolve into an all-out war.

“While you two have it out,” I said, escaping his hold and sliding onto Castor’s lap, “Daddy, Alaric, and I are going to have some fun.”

Both men dropped their dispute. Slade wrenched me off Castor’s lap and straddled me over his, waving Zethan closer, making sure to share me.

I had the god of War, Chaos, and Love defeated and the thrill of it beat in my pulse, my chest, and between my thighs.

“Good boys,” I cooed, lifting my arms and arching my back, sticking my breasts into Slade’s chest because I was too short to reach his face. Shivers scattered across my skin as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of my nipples, marking me.

The president growled, gripping my hair, jerking my head to the side, exposing my shoulder. Teaching me a lesson, he spanked my ass three times. His teeth dragged along my neck. “I want the others to see what I’ve done to you. For them to mark you too.”

I groaned loudly, giving my approval, and he spanked another five times, each one harder and louder.

“That’s enough,” Zethan growled back, batting Slade’s hand away. He rejected any violence toward women and didn’t like it when Slade spanked me.

Throbbing and needing release, I growled, “Stop fighting and get your dicks in me.”

Their heads snapped to stare at me, gazes dark, promising to deliver.

Slade grabbed my hips and flipped me to my back, my head resting near the edge of the bed. “Zethan, lick her pussy while I pound her.”

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