Page 13 of Room One Hundred and Six
“I’m a virgin.”
Six
Luna
Okay, scratch going to their room. I need a new plan. One that gets those gems into my hands and me out of here without getting my body paint smeared. If I stay much longer, I won’t be able to walk away. One night with these three? If I let them have my body once, I’ll be addicted and then where will I be? An addict with no access to her fix because I stole from them.
Will steal from them, I mentally correct myself. I haven’t committed a crime yet.
All three men zero in on me. Jasper’s gaze darts from my eyes and to my mouth before dipping to where Voss has his mouth poised over my throbbing pussy. He reaches out and traces the tip of his finger over the edge of my jawbone before tipping my lips toward his.
“A virgin.” He’s not asking me to confirm, but I do anyway.
“Yes. I’m a twenty-six-year-old virgin looking for men willing to help me.”
“God help us, brothers.”
Shayne takes my mouth in a burning kiss. He slips his tongue between my parted lips and devours the taste of me with a masculine moan that has my pussy clenching for his brother.
Jasper gives him all of ten seconds before he’s turning my chin his way for a kiss of his own. And he’s as possessive as his younger brother. Cocooned between them, I savor the feel of their hands roaming over my body, their mouths devouring mine. And they don’t stop with just kissing me. They are starving as deeply as I am. I bury my hands in their hair when those mouths work down the sides of my neck, over my shoulders.
The club is kept at a crisp sixty degrees but I feel like I’m living inside a cocoon of warmth between my men.
Not mine, I correct myself. That is dangerous thinking.
“It’s my turn to have a taste of the sweetest flower here.”
Glittering black meets slate gray.
“Jasper,” I hear myself murmur quietly between us. I’m caught in the aura of his power.
“Trust us, sweet thing,” he offers in an equally low voice, his lips moving over my tingling skin.
Shayne mirrors his brother’s thirst for a taste of my edible paint. Between them, my body relaxes fully in their holds.
“I do.” I don’t mean to say the truth, but no matter how irrational it is, I feel like between the three of them I'll never know pain, loneliness or fear again.
What is my heart telling my head? Lies, for one. I don’t know these men. And they don’t know me. Not really.
Between my legs, Voss returns to torturing my pussy with delicious strokes of his tongue from my virgin entrance to the throbbing nub of my clit.
Primal lust shoots through me. I can’t breathe. Hell, I don’t remember the simple action of taking air into my lungs. And I don’t care. All I can think about is three of the most powerful men I’ve ever met are all craving me.
I’ve left my safe zone and I’m firmly standing between three hungry wolves while I am coated in sugary sweetness that they all wanna lick off me.
Hell. Yes.
“We are going to make you addicted to the feel of a man loving every delicate inch of your beautiful body, tigress. Give yourself over and we’ll take care of you. That is a promise.”
There’s so much hope in Voss’ voice. My body softens beneath his touch as he holds me, unwilling to let me go.
Warm fingers come to settle on my face. I lean into Shayne’s touch. “Maybe we can convince you that a single night isn’t enough.”
My eyes roam to each of the men and I see the truth of Shayne’s longing in all their gazes. He speaks for the three of them. Not only does Shayne make it sound like this is the start of something much bigger than a casual fuck in the back of a dark sex club, but his words come out colored with possession.
I don’t think I am ready to admit just how fucking turned on that makes me. The chills and rush of adrenaline that rockets through me is puzzling as much as it is exciting.
Voss uses his thumbs to caress my bare folds while he takes in everything about me spread between him and his brothers.