Page 5 of Gilded Kisses

“Did you hear what I told Viper?”

“We did.” Luther comes up to my right as Mirsha moves to my left. Their body heat holds me as close as their arms do. My body relaxes into their touch.

Hands glide over the smoothness of my dress. There are no more words needed. Not now anyway. Breasts, hips, the small slope of my abdomen. Nothing is off limits. It’s as though they want to memorize every inch of my body.

Thin straps fall off either of my shoulders and I’m lifted into someone’s arms as my dress slips to my waist from the top and pushes to my waist from below.

Protective arms come around me and I’m held in place by two of my godfathers as the other lowers himself in front of me.

“Viper?” The roughness of his evening stubble is unmistakable.

“Shh, beautiful.” Lips caress over my smooth folds.

“You came to your birthday party bare under all this skimpy silk?” His whisper is so soft, pleading. Like I’m breaking down his defenses every second he touches me and he fears the consequences as much as I do. “You could have at least put something between me and your sweetness. Now I can’t…my God, woman.”

I sink into the instant pleasure of his soft tongue pushing into my pussy. A second later his grip on the flesh of my ass turns claiming. Flesh yields and I cry out as my virgin walls give a little to the intrusion of his fingers easing into my core. My body clenches. I sigh.

My mouth falls open. “Viper.” I cry out.

But my other godfathers are there to silence me with kisses. First one, then the other. My sighs and gasps become delicacies between them as their friend fingers and licks my wet, forbidden entrance.

I fall into the real life fantasy and make a silent wish to always possess every ounce of their passion and love.

Mirsha slides his fingers through my hair and cradles the back of my head in the palm of his hand. He turns me to face him and whispers a rough plea against my lips. “Just for tonight. While no one is watching, let my brother feel the grip of your pussy clenching around his fingers, beautiful. Give Viper what he wants and he’ll make you feel so good. Be a good girl for us. Come for Viper. Don’t let him leave you in need.”

Helpless to the power of Mirsha’s softly spoken pleas, the fire living in my core for so long spreads to every blood cell in my body. Sensations I’ve never felt before flow through me.

I hold them close to me as I rock my hips against Viper’s wicked tongue and fingers. He delves in, strokes my walls and slips out. Over and over again, he pushes me toward completion, causing more of my juices to rush from me and fall over his greedy tongue.

Fingers find my nipples and tug on the hard tips, milking them firmly.

My release tumbles through me ready to leave me in ruin for any other man.

“I’m so close. Oh, God! Please don’t stop. I won’t survive the pain if you do.” The plea sounds like a prayer and then it’s lifted from my lips as the air is stolen from my lungs with a kiss.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

The roar of the king’s voice shatters my fantasy. The wall of willow branches thrash open and light floods into the darkness.

I cover my eyes but I’m moved behind a massive wall of muscle as my godfathers close ranks around me.

“Father?” I blurt out.

Fire thunders through me. But this time it is fear and not arousal making my voice quiver.

“Move away from my daughter before the bullet in my gun drops you where you stand.”

What? Oh, Go. No. “Move!” I shout at Viper but the mammoth of a man doesn’t budge. “Damn you three! Move! Let me talk to him. He just needs to see I’m okay.”

If only I knew how naïve I was.

“You might get one of us, but I promise you Constantine, you won’t get all three of us before your blood spills to the grass at your feet.”

Chills run the length of my spine. I’ve never heard death’s voice before but the reaper speaks through Mirsha tonight and the sound leaves me frozen in place.

What have I done? I fix my dress and push my hair out of my way. I still can’t see much but I can feel the energy of our warm space shift from welcoming to deathly cold.

I place a hand in the center of Mirsha’s back and quietly plead with him. “Please. Let me go to him. I don’t want you to get hurt.”