Page 19 of Gilded Whispers

He traces the rounded petals of the falling blossoms artistically etched over the ample swell of first my right breast and then the left.

I don’t have a question. Not one that needs a verbal answer, anyway. I reach behind me and run my fingers through his long, black hair–the length slipping through my fingers.

Emilio, tired of only being an onlooker from where he lies across the bed, decides to steal me from his friend.

“Not fair, brother,” Stefan says, but there isn’t an ounce of hatred in his tone.

Emilio brushes them off and presses his forehead against mine. “You can leave. We won’t do anything but help you back into your dress. But please don’t leave us. Spend a night between us and let whatever comes to be happen.”

“What makes you think I don’t want to be here?”

“The weariness in your eyes. The crease between your brows. The way your voice shook as you said Stefan’s name.”

The sincerity of Emilio’s words rings in my ears.

“I’ve never done this. It feels wrong and right all at once.” I look at each of them, but it’s Adrian who comes to me, takes my face in his hands and pulls me back to him like he needs to be the one to say these next words.

“You’ve made me feel something in a very short amount of time that scares the hell out of me, Stella.”

He pulls me over the top of him to straddle his middle.

I spread my palms over his broad chest and lower myself until I can see the specks of gold and green in the depths of his brown eyes. “But you don’t know me.”

“I don’t care about your history or ours.”

“None of us do.” Stefan brushes my hair to the side and Emilio places a kiss on my exposed shoulder.

“What are you saying?”

Each of them are touching me. Holding me. Kissing me anywhere they can reach.

“We’re saying tonight is going to leave us all scarred and damn if the three of us care as long as we get a few hours with someone as tender and innocent as you.”

That is Stefan.

Adrian takes my hand from his chest and guides it to Emilio’s impressive cock. Pre-cum drips from the end. He wraps his hand around mine and together we stroke him from base to tip. With each upward caress, more hot seed spills from the slit. I stroke my thumb through the liquid, tempted to taste him. But what would they think of me if I did such a daring move?

“There’s nothing to be shy about, Stella. It’s okay to want. But you look so beautiful when you are so unsure.” He takes his thumb, gathers a fat drop of his pre-cum and holds it out for me to lick clean. “You can have a taste, beautiful flower.”

With Stefan looking on and Adrian keeping me steady, I lean forward and open for their friend. Holding his gaze, I stick out my tongue and moan when I taste Emilio.

“Close your mouth and lick it clean.”

I follow his lead and moan around his thumb. Tangy and salty.

Stefan pulls my attention his way.

He has a scar through his right eyebrow I didn’t notice until now. A fight? An accident? I make a mental note to ask about it later. That and all the other scars littered under the ink of their tattoos.

I trace the thin white line.

“Stella?” Stefan is on his knees beside me. His scent fills my lungs. There is no boundary between us. He lifts my chin and nibbles on the edge. I always hated being touched this much by other people, but I can't get enough of it now. The way he lavishes me with nips and kisses makes me feel utterly perfect. Special.

“Yes?” I whisper, when my senses take a moment to work.

“Look up.”

I follow Stefan’s line of sight.

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