Page 80 of Finding Her Panthers

I hold his eyes as I lift my hand, starting at my neck. I glide my hand down, making sure to go slow to my breasts, grazing them, to my waist, from hip to hip. They collectively hold their breath. To my pussy. Sliding. Over and over. Through and down. Blue’s eyes are locked on my hand, silently begging them to go inside. I hover and then grant his wish.

He closes his eyes briefly before snapping them open so as not to miss anything. I pretend my fingers are his cock, filling me, pleasuring me. Eager for what is to come.

The voices on the phone are quiet, their strained breathing the only thing I can hear. I use my other hand to open my corset further, showing them more and folding it under my breasts, lifting them, putting them on display.

This is power. I hold the attention of three potent, gorgeous men. I choose to give this to them. At this moment, I have them in the palm of my hand.

I’m addicted already.

Fire dances in my veins, bringing every nerve alive. Alive in the most startling way. I use another finger, increasing the speed. My head falls back, my hand losing its grip. I scramble to find something to hold onto, scattering papers and pens to the floor, settling on the edge of the desk behind me just in time.

“Show’s over,” Blue growls. Angry voices shout out in protest right before he throws the phone to the floor.

Suddenly my hand is flung from my body, and I am moving. My hands slap onto glass. Disoriented, I blow my hair from my face to see the dance floor below. Fierce hands yank my hips back. Blues foot nudges my legs wide. I am encouraged to bend further towards the window with one hand on my back and the other on my outer thigh.

“Watch them as I take you. The three that you were watching as you came in are still down there.” I search the crowd for them.

The rustle of fabric comes from behind me, and then I feel his hard chest against my back, his breath tickling my ear as he joins my wandering eyes, hunting the crowd. He’s right, and they are still wrapped up in each other. The sweat from their efforts making the material of their shirts sticks to their skin, molding to muscle.

“You like to watch just as much as we just did. Keep your eyes on them.”

His belt jangles as it hits the floor. I can’t help but look back, needing to see him. My blood runs hot. I feast, hungrily devouring the picture he makes. All hard angles, not an ounce of fat on his delectable body. A beast in human form. His hand circles his cock, stroking once, twice. My eyes widen comically when I spot the glare of metal—a piercing. I may pass out before he gets to the best part. I wonder how different that will feel?

“What did I say?” he warns.

My hair flies out with force from the swing of my head.

“Do you see them?’ Blue positions himself where I desperately need him.

“Yes.” I do. This time, the woman faces the other man, running her hands up his chest. Her other partner, leaning back, watched her ass sway with one hand skimming her thigh.

“Imagine that they can see us. That this is just a window. Letting them feast their eyes on all your silky skin. Watching a man take his mate.” He surges forward, filling me.

I was still locked on the threesome. Tears flooded my eyes. Magic cracks through the air, the hair rises on my body as he plunges to new depths. Something is shifting, making me whole. This has always been my path, to be with the three of them. Everything that led me here was the test, strengthening me, preparing me, gauging me, and resolving for a better life. I had to be equal to them. I am their person—the one made specifically for them. I will fight to the death to keep them.

I press against the window, fighting to get closer to him, urging him to move faster. His hips pump, taking my cue. Back and forth, we take control of the movement. My moans and the slap of flesh ring in my ears, dancing to the music of our own making.

His hand dives underneath me to pull and squeeze my breasts, adding to the stimulation. He growls, dropping his head to my shoulder blade, taking a long lick, then striking quickly. His long teeth are biting passionately, leaving his mark on my skin and leaving his essence just underneath.

His fist punches the glass beside my head, and his arm bands around my waist prevent us from crashing into it. My lips find his vein throbbing in his wrist, drinking deep. His blood courses through, bringing life, finding its home within me.

We reach ecstasy together.

His heavy weight pins me. Our raspy breaths fog the glass. Our hearts beat as one.

I am whole for the first time.

Blue recovers enough to stabilize me and pull out with a satisfied groan. He picks me up and carries me to the couch, bundling me in a blanket, holding me on his lap.

I tuck my head into his neck. My eyes are heavy.

“I like the piercing,” I mumble.

“Good. You’ll be seeing it often.” He laughs.

“Good.” I smile.

“Rest. I got you,” he says.

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