Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Hot pleasure flashes through me. I whimper as they lick the wine from my skin, then keep on licking me. My world ceases to exist except for their hot, hungry mouths and Zaroun’s gentle fingers holding my breasts for them. He nudges my cheek with his and I turn my head so we can kiss, our lips meeting hungrily even as another hand—Ossev’s? Neska’s?—slides under my dress and brushes over my drenched pussy.
“Should we retire to the bedroom?” Neska asks, lips still teasing my nipple. “Or shall we take her right here on the floor in the kitchen?”
I break from Zaroun’s kiss and gaze down at him, our eyes meeting.
“Tell us how you want us, sweet Yulenna.” His tongue flicks against my skin. “Tell us what you need. We are yours to lead.”
Ossev’s teeth scrape against my other breast, the sensation sharp, and it sends another hot curl of delight through my body. I stroke my hand through Ossev’s hair as Neska waits for my answer, rubbing his face against the slope of my breast. They’re waiting for me to say what I want, what I need. It occurs to me that I could end this now with a word and they’d honor it.
That even though I’m submitting to all three of them, I’m still the one in charge.
It’s a heady, delicious feeling.
“I want all three of you at once,” I say, just to put it out in the air. Just so there’s no question of what my goal is. “I’ve got oil ready for us, so everyone is slick and it makes it easy on my body. Once we’re oiled up, I think I’d like to go upstairs, to the bed. Please.”
“Do you want us naked for your oil?” Ossev asks, nuzzling at the valley of my breasts. “Or is it just for you?”
“No, I’m going to put the oil on the three of you.” I’m breathless at the mental image. “And then you’re going to oil me so I can take you in every way.”
“Feels so good,” Zaroun groans, as if I’ve already oiled him. His head dips against my neck, resting there.
I twine my fingers in Neska’s hair, and when he kisses my breast again, I tug on it, forcing his head back. “Let me oil you, my lord. Let me oil all of you.”
Ossev presses a kiss to my mouth before he stands, boldly undressing in front of my delighted eyes. He all but rips his belted sash from his hips—the one I made for him—and casts his pale robe aside. His long, otherworldly body is just as pale as the rest of him, but I’ve grown to love the spare, ethereal sight of the three of them, because I know that slender body holds a world of strength. His cock juts out, just as eager as the rest of him.
Neska is next to his feet, his silver gaze devouring me with its intensity. He carefully removes the sash I made for him and presses his lips to it in a tender gesture before setting it, folded, in his chair. Then he disrobes with the same meticulous movements, and when he’s bared to my hungry gaze, his hand goes to his stiff cock, where a bead of webbing is already dripping from the head.
Zaroun slips from my side and puts his sash over his eyes, covering the existing blindfold, and smoothly and neatly drops his robe, then steps out of it.
All three of them are so beautiful and ethereal that it takes my breath away. This is a feast…and it’s all my feast. Suddenly hungry to touch all of them again, I climb to my feet, my breasts swaying, and I pull my clothing off, too. I want to be just as bare as the three of them. I step forward, unable to help myself, and I love when their arms close around me. Hands brush all over my skin, caressing, and I kiss one before moving on to the next, making sure that I taste each one. Strangely enough, I can tell which one is which from scent and taste alone. Zaroun is mild, his taste sweet. Neska has just a hint of citrus to his scent, and Ossev is the most earthy of the three.
Neska captures my chin, turning me toward him again, and his lovely silver eyes are hooded with arousal. “Your oil, pretty one.”
Yes, of course. I’ve been distracted by their hands and mouths. I reluctantly pull away from their grasp and cross the room to get the bowl of oil. I fish the herbs out and breathe in the scent—it’s steeped enough that it should be effective. Returning to my three lovers, I adore that their arms go around me, and yet when I’m not there, they seem to drift apart. “You can touch each other while I’m gone,” I point out. “I won’t mind. I’d find it sexy.”