Page 13 of Twisted Empire

His mouth crashed into mine, and all my senses sparked to life. He was kissing me as if his life depended on our embrace, and in that moment, I needed his passion just as much.

I was here. I was okay. I was with the men I loved, and they were going to do whatever they could to ensure I was never in that much danger again.

As much as I’d let them protect me, anyway.

My knees wobbled with the rush of giddying heat. Logan pulled back just an inch, his forehead grazing mine.

“I’m never letting anyone get their hands on you again,” he swore. “I don’t care who the assholes are who’re trying. You belong with me. Withus.”

He glanced around at the other three guys, and their combined attention seared over my skin with twice as much heat as Logan’s kiss had generated.

Beckett reached past him to guide my lips toward his. He claimed my mouth with a similar passion but plenty of tenderness as well. It felt like a statement of ownership and an apology wrapped into one.

It was one ofhisenemies who’d threatened me. Even if my own actions had drawn that man’s attention to me, I didn’t think Beckett would ever absolve himself of blame. “Never again,” he said hoarsely when he drew back.

Slade leaned in to press his lips to my temple, his fingers teasing up under the hem of my shirt now. “No one will take you away from us again. If Logan isn’t in a position to make sure of that, I will.”

“And if neither of them can, I’ll be here.” Dexter raised his other hand to trace his index finger along my jaw, the mix of anguish and desire in his normally calm expression making my heart stutter.

“Just as long as you’re okay with me protecting you too, when I can,” I had to say.

Beckett let out a dismissive huff. “If I have my way, it won’t be required in either direction very soon. But for just a little while, I think we can focus on showing you just how much we missed you.”

His mouth caught mine again, melding with my lips before flicking his tongue between them. As it tangled with my own tongue, one of Slade’s hands wound in my hair to massage my scalp with his dexterous fingers. I leaned my weight into him while Beckett messed with the bottom of my shirt, slipping it barely past my lower stomach before pausing.

He gripped my bare skin with his warm hands and took a deep breath to control himself. Slade leaned forward, resting his lips at the place where my neck met my shoulders and planting warm kisses there. Dexter took the initiative to ease my face toward him so he could draw me into a kiss himself.

I kissed him back hard, wanting him to know he meant just as much to me as the other guys even if he wasn’t as confident. When my hand clutched at his shirt, he made a breathless sound against my mouth and pushed even closer against me.

Logan towered over us all, caressing a slow path along the waist of my jeans. In a matter of seconds, my panties were soaked. I couldn’t restrain a needy whimper.

Beckett gripped my waist and tugged me toward one of the room’s other doorways. “I think we should take this to the bedroom. Now.”

Logan reached for me, but to my surprise, Dexter slipped his arms around me first. In a gesture I’d have expected from any of the other guys before him, he swept me right off my feet to cradle me against his lean but toned chest.

Slade let out an approving chuckle, and a sly smile crossed Logan’s face, seeing his friend’s growing assurance. We moved together to the bedroom door, my panties fully drenched now as I tucked my head against Dexter’s neck.

When we stepped into Beckett’s bedroom, the crisply masculine scent of him flooded my nose, making my mouth water. The pale blue walls, impeccably tidy dresser and side tables, and massive four-poster bed all fit the man I knew perfectly.

Dexter strode straight to the bed. One of the other guys might have tossed me onto it, but he had his own approach. He stood over the mattress and bent carefully to set me on the soft comforter like I was a precious artifact.

Then he climbed over me and sought out my lips. The heat of his mouth capturing mine washed through my entire body, leaving my skin tingling as if he were touching me everywhere through that one point of contact.

The other guys were climbing onto the bed around us. Someone’s hand teased up my inner thigh to stroke between my legs. Another set of fingers tugged up my shirt. I was burning up all over, squirming with need. How was I ever going to survive all four of these incredible men at once?

I wasn’t sure, but I was absolutely looking forward to finding out.

As I fumbled with the button on Dexter’s pants, Logan breathed by my ear. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Maddie. Weallare, and I can’t wait to watch you come, again and again.”

The promise in his words brought a gasp to my lips. While Dexter eased back to shed his pants, Logan pulled my shirt up over my head. Then his hands were cupping my breasts, his thumbs swiveling over the peaks with enough force to send jolts of pleasure through my nipples even with the fabric of my bra in between us.

“Get her pants off too, Dex,” Slade ordered in an unusually gruff voice.

As Beckett leaned in to steal another kiss for himself, the other guys peeled my jeans off me. A hand brushed over my panties. Then Slade chuckled. “There’s a more fun way of removing those.”

He must have motioned to Dexter, because two mouths pressed against my hips in unison. Their scorching breaths tingled over my thighs as they dragged my panties down by their teeth.

Then agile fingers delved right into the spot where I needed it most. I jerked into Dexter’s eager hand, my eyes rolling back with the blissful sensation it conjured.

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