Page 14 of Gilded Touches

Shayne mirrors his brother’s thirst for a taste of my edible paint. Between them, my body relaxes fully in their holds.

“I do.” I don’t mean to say the truth, but no matter how irrational it is, I feel like between the three of them I'll never know pain, loneliness or fear again.

What is my heart telling my head? Lies, for one. I don’t know these men. And they don’t know me. Not really.

Between my legs, Voss returns to torturing my pussy with delicious strokes of his tongue from my virgin entrance to the throbbing nub of my clit.

Primal lust shoots through me. I can’t breathe. Hell, I don’t remember the simple action of taking air into my lungs. And I don’t care. All I can think about is three of the most powerful men I’ve ever met are all craving me.

I’ve left my safe zone and I’m firmly standing between three hungry wolves while I am coated in sugary sweetness that they all wanna lick off me.

Hell. Yes.

“We are going to make you addicted to the feel of a man loving every delicate inch of your beautiful body, tigress. Give yourself over and we’ll take care of you. That is a promise.”

There’s so much hope in Voss’ voice. My body softens beneath his touch as he holds me, unwilling to let me go.

Warm fingers come to settle on my face. I lean into Shayne’s touch. “Maybe we can convince you that a single night isn’t enough.”

My eyes roam to each of the men and I see the truth of Shayne’s longing in all their gazes. He speaks for the three of them. Not only does Shayne make it sound like this is the start of something much bigger than a casual fuck in the back of a dark sex club, but his words come out colored with possession.

I don’t think I am ready to admit just how fucking turned on that makes me. The chills and rush of adrenaline that rockets through me is puzzling as much as it is exciting.

Voss uses his thumbs to caress my bare folds while he takes in everything about me spread between him and his brothers.

“You will forget me the moment I disappear into the darkness.”

Shayne’s gaze is unwavering when Jasper rakes those black eyes off my body to hold mine captive. “Never. No one could ever forget a flower like you. Voss is right. You’re a precious jungle flower.”

He smiles at the small trimmer in my bottom lip.

“No one has ever been as kind to me as you three. I don’t know what to do with it.”

“Let us show you more,” Voss answers and as if he needs to prove how good he is at licking me so thoroughly, he lowers his head and does just that. I can’t take my eyes off him as he cups his tongue and gathers my hot juices on his tongue. “Fucking honey,” he murmurs after he drinks me down. “Nectar from a goddess.” With gentle movements, he pulls his fingers from my tight slit, brings them to his lips, and growls as the taste of my juices hit his tongue again. “I can’t get enough.”

I believe him.

Jasper reaches for the pin holding my hair in a coil on the top of my head. My hair tumbles loose.

Between my thighs, Voss delicately teases my entrance with gentle strokes. Not enough to make me scream through an earth shattering release. No, the man is working my virgin channel with a light touch, stretching me for what they have planned. I can tell this man likes playing the long game.

“I knew it would be silky soft in my hand.” All five fingers of Shayne’s hand wrap through the long lengths of my loose hair and my head is turned until only he fills my vision.

“You’re greedy, aren’t you?”

Any woman with half a brain would sense the darkness rolling off them. See the danger in their eyes. Heavily inked hands can only mean an equally tattooed body.

Maybe after tonight I’ll get some fresh ink as a sweet reminder of my three men. Getting their names tucked between the petals of the red roses spread over my abdomen would be a lovely touch, I think. A little hidden secret for me to take through the rest of my life.

Shayne takes control over my movements and holds me in place so he can devour my lips with his. He takes my hand and guides my touch to his impressive length. “That’s all for you, tigress. You make me ache to know your warmth, your sweetness.”

Stop. My. Beating. Heart.

This man is enormous.

Call it contact lust or feel good vibes, but I shove down the voice in my head telling me this is a bad idea and kiss my father’s best friends back.

And they taste delicious. Like men living with a fire inside them and with every kiss they give me, they share the flames.

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