Page 91 of Protect Me

“We’re going to touch you,” Bracken says as if reading my thoughts. “Do you want that?”

I can barely contain the “yes” that spills from my lips.

I want it so fucking badly.

Bracken reaches for me, sliding his palm out over my ribs and stomach. His fingers brush the bottom of my breast before trailing lower, and I arch up to meet him as he cups my heat. The heel of his palm rubs against my clit, and I strain toward him, pushing harder against his touch, wanting more. So much more.

“Bracken,” I say, breathless for reasons that have nothing to do with the muscles I’m using to hold this open V. I’ll hold it forever if it means I get to be with the three of them tonight.

But he doesn’t answer except to continue stroking me lightly. Teasing. And building my pleasure in anticipation and need that threatens to drown me.

I gasp as another hand slides around from behind me. Killian leans in close to whisper, “You feel so fucking good, love.” He cups my breast through the thin fabric, his thumb brushing over my nipple and sending urgency through me.

“Please,” I whimper.

Then Duncan is there, leaning in close and kissing me. But it’s not light and teasing like the others. His mouth is commanding, reminding me that, even though I’m on the buffet, they’re in charge of how this particular meal is going to be served. It only turns me on more to let them have me on their terms, and I moan as Duncan’s tongue shoves its way past my lips, invading until he’s taking everything he wants—everything I’m offering.

Lower, Bracken’s hand slides along the hem of my costume, slipping inside the lace and tracing a line over my clit and through my folds.

“So wet,” he murmurs.

Killian hisses, his fingers growing more insistent as he looks for a way past the lace covering my breasts. Suddenly, I hear a soft growl before his hands grab hold of the neckline of my leotard and rip it open.

I gasp, pulling away from Duncan’s kiss in time to see the one-piece ripped clean off my body. All three men study me with a hunger that has need curling in my belly until I’m aching with it. My need is so consuming I can’t ever remembernotwanting them. Or not having them again and again.

Mine, something inside me declares.

“She’s perfect,” Bracken whispers, pulling me from the thought.

“Fucking right she is,” Killian says.

“The picture of perfection,” Duncan agrees.

In this moment, I can’t help but look back at them, shirtless, sculpted, and with expressions full of desire for me—and think they’re absolutely perfect too.

“Tell us what you want, Sway,” Duncan says.

“I want all of you,” I say, trembling but not from nerves. From need.

“All three of us?” Killian asks.

“We need to hear you say it,” Bracken puts in.

I look at the three of them, my veins on fire with how badly I want them to touch me now. But they wait, letting me know it has to be my choice.

“Yes,” I say, “this is what I want. All three of you. Touching me. Inside me. Consuming me.”

“Let’s start with the first,” Bracken says, his hooded eyes promising more teasing—and so much more pleasure.

“We’ll get to the rest,” Killian whispers against my ear. “Promise.”

In answer, I spread my legs wider and reach for Duncan again, sealing his mouth to mine.

Duncan growls against me and threads his fingers into my hair, kissing me back with a vengeance. Bracken pushes a finger inside me then slowly out again, and I make a sound of pleasure against Duncan’s mouth, arching to meet all of their touches.

Killian’s thumb brushes my bared nipple, sending pleasure shooting through me, and then his mouth closes over the pebbled peak at the same moment Bracken’s mouth closes around my clit. Their tongues are magic.

Pleasure explodes inside me.