Seth merely responded by guiding her fingers onto his tongue and sucking them clean. His draw on her digits struck a direct chord with her clit. “Hmm…so sweet. But I think it’s time.”
She gasped. “For?”
“Your punishment.”
“But…I-I did what you wanted.” Her voice trembled.
“Oh, you did. And looked perfectly edible,” Beck assured. “But these sexy peekaboo scraps aren’t an outfit. And you planned to wear them in public. You intended to show others what belongs to us.”
“Then you compounded your bad-girl behavior by taunting and torturing us. That can’t go unpunished.” A wicked gleam glittered in Seth’s eyes.
If she’d thought they were actually angry, it would crush her since she’d only meant to please them. But the wicked grins on their faces said they were both enjoying this.
Her heart gonged as Seth wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet, against his body. Her yelp of surprise went unnoticed. He just gave Beck a bob of his head, indicating the sofa a mere ten steps away. “Over there. Let’s put her between us. You ready for whatever happens next, man?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Same.” The satisfaction she’d heard in Beck’s voice echoed Seth’s as he carted her to the sofa and sat, settling her on her feet next to one of his muscled thighs.
Beck brushed against her side, his hand “accidentally” easing under her hem to graze her pussy, still throbbing with neglect. As fresh sensations bloomed, she bit back a gasp. Then he sat on the coffee table, facing Seth, one of his knees between the PI’s. Heavenly froze.
She had a suspicion where this was going… The notion enflamed and disconcerted her at once. “Um…can we talk about this?”
When she backed up a step, Seth caught her dress in his fist. “What do you need to say?”
She searched for words. “I don’t know.”
Something on his face softened. “Are you worried we’ll really hurt you, angel?”
Even with their big, bad wolfish behavior… “No.”
“Good. We won’t. But let’s devise a safe word for you. Feel free to say it if you’re ever truly afraid or in too much pain. We’ll stop what we’re doing and talk, okay?”
That was a relief. “All right. What did you have in mind?”
“That’s up to you,” Beck said. “Think of something you wouldn’t normally say during sex.”
“And nothing you’ll forget when you’re flustered.” Seth winked.
These two seemed so unpredictable, she really didn’t know what to suggest. “Will no more work?”
Seth shook his head. “You might say that one day when what you really mean is yes, fuck me please.”
Beck shot Seth a scowl she didn’t understand, then turned his attention back to her. “How about freedom?”
She shrugged. That seemed as good a word as any. “Okay.”
“Excellent. Remember that if you’re ever in distress—other than sexual, of course.” Seth looked pleased they’d settled that question.
Beck simply looked impatient. “What’s your safe word?”
“Freedom,” she recited dutifully.
He nodded. “Now shimmy out of that dress and lay yourself across our laps.”
Her heart stopped, along with her breathing. She parted her lips to protest, then shut them again because her nipples drew up tight and more wetness slicked between her thighs. She didn’t understand the psychology of desperately wanting something that filled her with so much trepidation. But she also knew that whatever happened next would do nothing except give her pleasure and make her feel like theirs.
Lowering her lashes and feeling heat pinken her cheeks, she eased down the zipper at the small of her back, then wriggled her hips. The dress puddled at her feet. Seth held out his hand in an almost chivalrous fashion so she could step out of it without losing her balance.