Room Eight

Powerful dark eyes collide with mine. Lev and Gregor both reach for me and I take their hands.

Back between them my gut says give in, my body says it’s time. Haven’t I wanted them forever?

Call it contact lust, feel-good vibes, or the tequila, but I shove down the voice of the angel on my shoulder telling me this is a bad idea and kiss my family’s enemies back.

And they taste delicious. Sweet and slightly cool from chilled vodka, I suspect.

First Lev. And then Gregor. I move between them and 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 thin wrap-around dress I selected for the evening is nothing for their desires. Nimble fingers work the tie loose. Slack sparkly material falls off my shoulders to pool around my waist to reveal a dainty black silk and lace bra.

“Gorgeous.” Gregor rumbles his appreciation before they both scoop the ample weight of my breasts from their confinements and each latch onto a hard, beady nipple.

“Oh God, that’s incredible.” I jerk from the sudden assault to my senses.

“Have you ever given yourself over to a man’s touch, before, beautiful?” Gregor murmurs, his lips moving over my tingling skin.

An elegant way of asking if I am a virgin. I shake my head and I can feel the heat of my silent admission color my cheeks, but it’s the truth. I’ve never been this intimate with anyone.

“Good. Then when you get addicted to us, you will only seek our touches, our kisses, our cocks to lessen your suffering.”

“Arrogant.”

“Not if it’s the truth.”

Not only does he make it sound like this is the start of something much bigger than a sinful fuck in the back of a dark sex club, but his words come out as possessive.

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 are puzzling as much as they are exciting.

“How are you so sure I won’t just disappear into the darkness once you two stop kissing me?”

His gaze is unwavering when Lev rakes those dark eyes to mine. “Never. No one could ever forget a jewel like you.”

All five fingers of Gregor’s hand wrap through the long lengths of my loose hair and my head is turned until only he fills my vision.

“Me, Lev, or Elyah. One of us or all of us will be your drug and your cure. That’s a promise.” The deeper his voice goes, the thicker the accent. He stands and reaches out to close the curtain, sealing us inside our private booth. The moans of ecstasy are muffled beyond the heavy material.

Inside here, the heat is cranking up and the harsh breathing between the three of us shoots wild energy to my core. Like something primitive lives inside me and the sight of these strong forbidden men makes me want to ride them until my body is fully sated.

Any woman with half a brain would sense the darkness rolling off them. See the danger in their eyes. Heavily inked hands can only mean an equally tattooed body. I’ve learned there are only four main reasons a man puts a needle to skin: sin, pain, love, and secrets. Curiosity as to why these two have inked their dark skin has my mind going crazy with questions.

I reach for Gregor and loosen his tie. In seconds I have the upper buttons of his shirt undone and the top half of his chest revealed to me.

I am right. The ink swirling over taut pecs is breathtaking. I can’t see the fine details in the low light but I know when I can get my tongue over the stars and blackness on his skin I’ll love every second of learning those details.

Lev moves closer behind me and I push my hand beneath the lapels of Gregor’s shirt and pop a couple more buttons.

Holy shit. Muscles ripple and contort beneath my palms as he moves away to lower to the floor. These men don’t kneel for anyone, but the one crowding me and holding my legs wide with his body is on his knees, intent shining in his eyes.

Strong hands move beneath my ass and grip the flesh. One tug and I am flat on my back. My dress rides up and with the material out of the way, there’s little to hide the fact I opted to go commando tonight.

My head lands in Lev’s lap.

“Look, Lev. Our beautiful sweetness is dressed like a woman begging to be licked deeply and fucked thoroughly.” He purrs seductively and then shocks the hell out of me when he says, “I didn’t expect you to be so…irresistible.”

Self-consciously I drop my hands to cover my naked body. Not that I can do much. Both of them pull my hands away.

“Let us see your beauty.” Lev reaches down my body and moves the last bit of dress away from the apex of my thighs to fully reveal my freshly waxed folds. Gregor shifts back slightly and when the heat of his gaze caresses me I grow wetter. He widens my legs and gives a low growl of appreciation at the sight.

I gauge his expression but I don’t know what I am worried about. The light inside the private booth isn’t the greatest but the fixtures on the wall illuminate the glittering need in his eyes.

Unable to stop myself, I trail the tips of my fingers over Gregor’s rough beard. Will it chafe my thighs? Will I love it or hate it?

He slips a finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad over my clit.

His hooded gaze flicks up to mine. “All these sweet juices are for us?”

I whimper, absolutely mortified I can be so wet and slick so fast. I can do nothing more than nod. I mean he’s holding up the evidence of my arousal. I can’t deny it when he…oh God. My eyes go wide. He rubs the pad of his wet finger over my lower lip.

“Taste yourself,” he demands deeply.

I do as instructed.

“Good?”

“Yes,” I quiver, feeling turned on to the max. I’m not walking out of Club Sin tonight without that orgasm I craved after all.

“No,” he counters and my blood pressure goes wild at the idea he might not like what he sees.

“It’s perfect.”

It’s Lev who makes the next move. “I told you she would be perfect.”

“You did, brother.”

I swallow and try to calm my heart from tearing a hole through me, but they have it racing uncontrollably.

Had they done the same as me? Sat in the back of the mirror room all week craving a tryst with me as deeply as I had with them?

Using two fingers Lev slowly, almost reverently, spreads the wet folds of my pussy. My body jerks and I involuntarily roll my hips. The bead of my clit peeks out and I watch as Lev’s dark gaze takes in the sight.

His friend is more of a doer, though. Gregor drags his tongue from slit to my throbbing nub in one long achingly slow glide.

“Argh!” I cry out and clamp my knees around him. No matter how much I think I am prepared for the delicious burn of his beard, nothing prepared me for the true sensations assaulting my senses.

His criminal use of his tongue combined with the scratch of his beard is borderline torture. Broad shoulders keep me from fighting off the onslaught of fire lashing against my core.

Gregor’s gaze draws past my stomach to land on mine. And I wonder if losing my virginity to two near-strangers is a reasonable fantasy to entertain?

The corner of his lip tips up as if he can read my speeding thoughts. He goes in for more, licking, sucking, and grabbing tender flesh to bite.

I moan and ride his face in slow sways of my hips. Fingers dip under my ass and I am held open like fresh fruit on a Sunday morning. My legs splayed wide and my breasts bare, I have little control over this situation.

Unfamiliar sensations wind through me. Guilt, pleasure, horror. The mixture is as venomous as it is irresistible.

“Hold her down, moy droog. I am starving.”

This is happening.

Gregor speaks to Lev.