Page 133 of Kings & Chaos

Actually, what he’d said was, “My ears are going to bleed if we have to listen to this fucking song again. Please, for the love of god, can we listen to some real music?”

It was his only cranky moment of the whole night, but I forgave him because it was Christmas.

Oscar and Rock and I piled onto the couch while Neo took his usual spot in one of the overstuffed chairs after getting the fire going again. It was starting to snow again, and I lay with my head in Rock’s lap, Oscar stroking my feet, and felt like I’d been airlifted to heaven.

I was drowsy, the music and the soft touch of Rock’s hand in my hair lulling me into a state of relaxation that bordered on sleep — right up until Oscar’s hand crept from my foot to my ankle, then up to my calf.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, a shiver of pleasure running through my body as his thumb stroked the back of my knee. “Are you getting handsy with me, Oscar Drago?”

He looked down at me with hooded eyes and teased his lip ring with his tongue. “Just thought you might want the rest of your Christmas present.”

“There’s more?”

His grin was wicked. “There’s always more, tiger.”

Rock’s hand slid over my chest and under the silky fabric of my dress, and I’d never been more glad to not be wearing a bra when his big hand closed around one of my tits. He teased my nipple and I sighed, wiggling my hips as Oscar’s hand drifted to my inner thigh.

“I think our tiger is ready to get fucked,” Oscar murmured.

“Is Drago right?” Rock said, pinching my nipple. “Are you ready to get fucked, kitten?”

I looked at Neo, staring at me from his position on the chair, his eyes a match to the fire crackling in the hearth. “Yes.”

“Hear that, Neo?” Rock said. “Our girl wants to get fucked, and I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to oblige.”

I wanted Neo to join us this time, but I wasn’t going to beg.

Besides, Oscar’s hand had crept under the fabric of my dress and was inching toward my pulsing cunt, and my anticipation didn’t leave room for any kind of coherent conversation.

I sighed and let my legs drop open, and Oscar stroked my pussy through my underwear. “You’re already wet, tiger. I fucking love how you’re always ready for us.”

I was still watching Neo, silently daring him to join us as the nerve jumped in his jaw.

“Well, don’t keep our girl waiting,” Rock said to Oscar.

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly. “Rude.”

Oscar chuckled and pulled aside my underwear. “Fuck. Hold on a minute.”

“Hold on?” Not going to lie, I was already kind of desperate to feel his mouth on my pussy.

“Just a second.” He disappeared into the dining room and returned carrying his camera, then aimed it between my legs.

I closed them instinctively. “What are you doing?”

He got back on the coach, still holding his camera. “I’m going to take pictures of your perfect pussy.”

He slid his hand between my knees to open my legs. I could have said no. I already knew the Kings would never make me do anything I didn’t want to do — even Neo — but for some reason I didn’t.

“If I ever see these nudes anywhere but on your camera, I’ll cut your dick off,” I said, letting my legs fall open.

“You think I want anyone else looking at you like this?” He lifted the camera and snapped a picture, then reached down to run his fingers through my folds while he snapped another one. “This is just for me. For us.”

I moaned as his fingertips stroked me from clit to ass, the camera clicking softly in the background as he took pictures.

“Let me see her gorgeous tits,” he ordered Rock.

“Is it okay if I show him your tits, kitten?”

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