Page 64 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“I don’t want easy,” I husk against his lips and then I’m pulling him in for another sample.

My eyes drift closed and I let my body relax into Sylan’s warmth too. Am I seriously going to take all three of these men?

God, yes I am and I’m going to love every minute of it. I never want to be alone again. Feel the vast void of emptiness of not having another soul in this world to reach out to.

I feel pulses of heat rocket out and strike me straight in the core. The one place I’ve longed to have all three touch.

“Have mercy,” I purr softly. Yeah, these men know my weakness, and I’m not entirely sure I care enough not to look affected by the feel of their lips and hands on me.

Another set of lips travels up my thigh and I know it’s Grey. He’s fallen to his knees and already has the hem of my uniform riding high over the curves of my hips. I moan deeply when cool air hits the sticky wetness of my pussy lips as he peels back the soaked layer of cloth.

“You, my lovely Kat, have a delicious moan,” Drake growls.

I let out a wonderful sigh and my breath betrays me and hitches. I bury my hands in Grey’s thick, soft hair. He moves my leg over a massive shoulder and I’m spread wide. He strokes a tongue over my clit making my pulse jump toward the edge of not giving a fuck about anything anymore but them.

My body shivers with pleasure as warm lips surround my clit and suck.

I gasp and ride his face loving how he works me, batting his tongue back and forth rapidly.

At the same time, Sylan eases the zipper of my uniform down to reveal the black cotton of my bra. He peels the sides open and with ease slides the sides of my bra down to sit beneath my breasts. Like this they are pushed high, my nipples tight and rosy. Needy.

He plucks them between his fingers, making them harder yet.

“Oh,” I moan, arching into his touch.

“That’s what I want. Give us those cries,” Sylan growls in a deep, rough whisper and then kisses my weak spot again. I knew his light Irish brogue mixed with modern American would break through during sexy times.

My hips threaten to buck against Grey’s face the faster he moves his tongue. I’m so close, my heart beating wildly. Drake reaches between my legs and spreads my folds holding me wide so he can watch his friend suck my pussy.

Sexy as fuck!

I’ve been in their home—and I know it’s theirs, not just Sylan’s—for less than fifteen minutes and I’ve already fallen for them again.

Katriona

Acry slips from my lips and Drake’s mouth is there to swallow every last gasp and I’m so ready for them to give me more.

I’m so consumed with the pleasure rolling through me I don’t hear the man at the door until Sylan curses under his breath. He pulls away, passing me to the other men.

A jacket is thrown around me and both Grey and Drake turn to slip me behind them.

A wall of muscle blocks me from view and I’m more than a little crushed by the sudden change. I slip my hands up their backs. Muscles ripple. The last time I stood this close to them in this position we were taking heavy fire. Bullets whizzed by our heads and Grey took one for me.

I clutch the material of their shirts and lean into their strength. This is not that, I remind myself. We’re okay, safe. No guns, no bullets. No one died that I care about.

What am I doing?Living a fantasy, stupid, answers my inner critic, but then what?

I know they are not looking for a one-nighter. But what am I looking for? Dealing with these three is going to take a backbone made of titanium. Am I up for that?

“Mr. Ward. There’s a situation with one of the guests.”

My brows rise at the infliction of the wordguests.

From where I’m standing, I just barely see the dark looks passing over Sylan and Drake’s expressions. Both men move away but Grey is the one who growls with what sounds like frustration.

“Wait here. This won’t take long. When we get back, we’ll discuss the terms of our agreement.”

I watch all three prowl across the spacious living room and exit out of a door I hadn’t seen before.

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