Page 101 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

Stefan’s growled threat is anything but passive. I can feel the truth of his words like a promise engraved in stone. Or, what might become my epitaph because my heart is racing so fast I might keel over before long.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Because you are oursandyou lied to us.”

My face scrunches with confusion. “Lied?”

My gut clenches for a second. Despite the hard tones my body buzzes and tingles. Having them consume all the air from around me shatters my sanity.

“Did you really think we would not find out about the threats to your life?”

My spine stiffens. “I don’t see how it is any of your business.”

“What did you think would happen when those threats crossed our doorstep? Sit back and watch you be hurt?”

“There is a price for deceit and your father will be the first to pay.”

All three speak one after another and my eyes ping-pong between them until I hear my father mentioned.

“What? Leave my father out of this.” I glance at each of them in turn.

“I am no—”

But I don’t get more than that out before the taste of my arousal coats my tongue.

Maksym edges his finger in and wraps an arm around my waist. He drags me into him and the hardness of his arousal is undeniable.

He groans a sinful sound and despite not wanting this, I wrap my fingers around his thick wrist and suck his finger clean. The second the rough pad of his finger grazes over my tongue my eyes shoot to his. As much as I hate to admit it, I missed seeing the swirling tendrils of lust in his rich, dark eyes.

The edge of my bodice is pulled down and a nipple pops out. Stefan’s lips are around the hard, pink tip and Maksym is right there to catch my rolling head with his perfectly positioned body.

By the time Maksym’s hand returns to torture my clit I’m panting and my chest rattles with the need for more air.

Tomas is of no help other than providing more cover when he leans in and takes my mouth with his. Our tongues clash and roll. Heat flares along my skin. I had no idea I was capable of being so turned on in public.

I’m wet, out of breath and they all know it.

My eyes drift closed and don’t open again until I hear Maksym’s deep voice husk, “God, I missed that. Our girl tastes impossibly sweeter, my brothers.” I turn my gaze to see him licking his fingers clean of my juices and a wicked expression on his face.

I pull back and this time all three let me find my balance without their touch. For a moment anyway. It seems I’m not the only one addicted to the concoctions of lust and desire they’ve stirred to life. I take a couple of steps but that’s about it before Maksym’s hand finds the dip in my back and comes to rest there. For a badass alpha, he’s pretty touchy-feely.

“What? Afraid I’ll run away?” I quip.

“I’d love a good chase if you feel you can get farther than a few steps from us.”

I nearly trip over my heart from how fast it hits the floor from Tomas’ none-too-subtle challenge. This man knows how to turn my body from lukewarm to roasting with just a few uttered words.

From beside me, Stefan reaches out to fix a few wayward curls that have slipped over my shoulder and straightens my bodice with a couple of tugs. “Let’s make an appearance, speak with your father and then take our leave.”

“Yes. Good idea.” I nod. “Or we can skip straight to the take your leave bit. I’m good with that too.”

A solid wall of heat keeps me from backing up and walking around the two in front of me.

“We are not leaving without what is ours.”

My heart hammers. “Ours?” I challenge. “I’m not a chew toy. No matter how many punishing orgasms you want to steal from me, I don’t belong to you or anyone else.” I draw a step closer so no one can overhear and ignore Maksym’s hand where it rests on my exposed back just above the globes of my ass. And how possessive and safe it feels. He draws the warm tips of his fingers over the sensitive flesh and damn him, my nipples turn into hard beads on contact. Damn him.

I’m not sure if he is consciously doing it or not, but he begins stroking lazy circles with the pad of his thumb and I’m honestly debating asking him to use both hands. It feels so good.

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