Page 127 of Gilded Locks
The fire crackled, casting the warm room in an amber glow. He caught her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the mattress. “Now, I have to mark my territory as well.” He shoved inside of her and they both moaned.
Like a beast needing to be sated, once he buried himself in her heat, he instantly calmed. Bending closer, he kissed her gently. “Do you like making me jealous, Zayka?”
“You had me just last night.”
“Not to myself.”
That was true.
While each of the men loved to share, they were also incredibly territorial and liked to steal moments when it was just the two of them, one on one. Marigold liked that too.
“Are you growing tired of us yet?”
“Oh, I’m tired,” she teased as he pounded inside of her with selfish need. “But I don’t think I’ll ever tire of being the center of three men’s attention.”
“Us, not just any men.”
“Yes,” she clarified. “Only my three bears.”
“That’s right. Ours. And right now, you’re mine.” His hand closed around her throat as he held her down, fucking her hard.
Stone loved to play games and challenge her. He used his hands, his mouth, feathers, ice, whips, basically, anything he could find to heighten the experience. And when she begged for more, he gave her less. When she tried to rush toward release, he slowed everything down. It was always a power play and he never gave up that hard earned control.
“Please,” she gasped, tugging uselessly at his arm as he teased and tormented her in that twisted way they both adored. “Stone, please?—”
“Please what?” His voice was amused, indulgent. “Use your words, Zayka. Tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need to come—” She broke off as his fingers found her center, stroking with maddening expertise as he thrust in and out of her.
“In Russian. How else will you ever learn?”
Her brain scrambled for the right words, “Pozhaluysta, pozvol’ mne konchit’.”
“You’re so fucking sexy when you speak my language. Especially when you get the words wrong.”
“Did I get it wrong?”
“No, that was perfect.”
As soon as she was about to climax, he pulled his hand away.
She growled in frustration. “Bastard!”
He slapped her ass and laughed. “You need to learn patience,” he murmured. “Good things come to those who wait. And you’re going to be very, very good for me, aren’t you?”
“I thought I was being good.”
“Say pretty, pretty please, Stone—in Russian.”
“Nu pozhaluysta, pozhaluysta, Stone.”
“Beautiful. You make me a greedy prick. When I hear such pretty words from your mouth, I want to fuck it.” He fisted her hair, pulling out of her as he dragged her to the floor and forced her to her knees. “Suck me off, and then I’ll make you scream so loud my brothers will come running.”
Loving the fact that she could drive him to the edge of his control, she looked up at him with big brown eyes and said, “Da, ser.” He was groaning before she even took him into her mouth. She finished him in a few short thrusts and then he was burying his face between her legs, keeping his promise as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
In the end, Ash came bursting through the door as predicted, Hunter following closely behind. By the time Stone was through, she needed to be held, and Ash was right there, happy to serve. He praised her and brought her back to that safe place she often found in his arms. When he finally took her—slowly, thoroughly, with complete control over every aspect of her pleasure—she was incoherent with need. He orchestrated her final release like a symphony, building and backing off until she was sobbing with frustration before finally allowing her to shatter in his arms.
“How do you feel?” Ash asked, gathering her against his chest as aftershocks rippled through her.
