Page 13 of Gilded Touches

I hold on to the last part of my confession as my own truth. Never arm them with everything.

I sigh heavily. “Voss. Oh, God…”

I moan and I raise my fiery gaze to meet Jasper’s and then Shayne’s

Voss drags his finger from my virgin core only to push it back in with a throaty growl.

“It’s not super out there and crazy wild. But it is what I want to experience,” I pant. My head falls back to Shayne’s shoulder and his arms come back around me. He holds me for his greedy brother who seems hellbent on making me whimper and beg endlessly.

“Voss, please!”

“Tell us more, sweet thing. What else do you want to tell us?”

Ugh. What are they wanting? I can’t think straight. All my thoughts are jumbled.

My head rolls. “I want to feel what she is feeling.” I angle my head toward the stage just over their shoulders. Whoever closedthe curtain didn’t do so all the way. I can spot the pregnant woman reaching her end. Her cries of passion burn me to the very core with envy.

“Actually, I want to know what it’s like to be shared between three men. I want to be filled, stretched, and claimed so thoroughly I forget who I am. There’s only one problem.”

Jasper raises my chin, a move he seems to favor, I notice. My eyes connect with his and the instant shock of energy is breathtaking. I slip my hands beneath his jacket, purposefully hitting the inside pockets before I settle my hands over his hard pecs.

Oh, baby! Jackpot. The telltale signs of bumping against loose gems in a velvet bag are hard to miss.

“What problem?” Jasper towers over me, his warmth so intoxicating that it is hard to think straight.

“I’m a virgin.”

Six

Luna

Okay, scratch going to their room. I need a new plan. One that gets those gems into my hands and me out of here without getting my body paint smeared. If I stay much longer, I won’t be able to walk away. One night with these three? If I let them have my body once, I’ll be addicted and then where will I be? An addict with no access to her fix because I stole from them.

Willsteal from them, I mentally correct myself. I haven’t committed a crime yet.

All three men zero in on me. Jasper’s gaze darts from my eyes and to my mouth before dipping to where Voss has his mouth poised over my throbbing pussy. He reaches out and traces the tip of his finger over the edge of my jawbone before tipping my lips toward his.

“A virgin.” He’s not asking me to confirm, but I do anyway.

“Yes. I’m a twenty-six-year-old virgin looking for men willing to help me.”

“God help us, brothers.”

Shayne takes my mouth in a burning kiss. He slips his tongue between my parted lips and devours the taste of me with a masculine moan that has my pussy clenching for his brother.

Jasper gives him all of ten seconds before he’s turning my chin his way for a kiss of his own. And he’s as possessive as his younger brother. Cocooned between them, I savor the feel of their hands roaming over my body, their mouths devouring mine. And they don’t stop with just kissing me. They are starving as deeply as I am. I bury my hands in their hair when those mouths work down the sides of my neck, over my shoulders.

The Society is kept at a crisp sixty degrees but I feel like I’m living inside a cocoon of warmth between my men.

Not mine, I correct myself. That is dangerous thinking.

“It’s my turn to have a taste of the sweetest flower here.”

Glittering black meets slate gray.

“Jasper,” I hear myself murmur quietly between us. I’m caught in the aura of his power.

“Trust us, sweet thing,” he offers in an equally low voice, his lips moving over my tingling skin.

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