“I’m in charge tonight,” I told Luca. “And I’m not done with Sonny.”
Luca dipped his head down and kissed my neck. “Yes, my queen.”
Sonny gave me a satisfied smile before his tongue glided over my hot flesh. Cole went back to rolling his thumb over my clit, while Marcello switched between massaging my breast and sucking on my nipple. Drake was doing the same on my other side. I took Drake’s hand and moved it to my inner thigh. He knew what I wanted without instruction and plunged two fingers inside my wetness.
I could feel Drake’s fingers and Sonny’s tongue working in unison. Each of their names slipped from my mouth, one after the other. The combination of them hit a nerve, and within seconds, my thighs trembled, forcing my Knights to hold me up.
Luca swept my hair off my shoulder, his lips inches from my earlobe. “Who’s next, my queen?”
I licked my lips and turned my head to the side. “Marcello.”
My Devil pushed their hands off me, then led me toward the altar at the center of the room. His fingers burrowed into my hips as he lifted me onto the stone slab. I shivered from the chill, and Luca smirked.
“You’ll be warm soon enough,” he promised.
The Knights stood behind us, still dressed in their ceremonial robes. They stared at me with fire in their eyes, mouths parted like they wanted to eat me.
Luca stepped between my thighs, his hands roaming through my hair as he kissed me. With each flick of his tongue, the kiss became more passionate, like he was trying to suck the air from my lungs. We fought a silent war with our tongues, nibbling and biting and sucking until we couldn’t breathe. This went on for what felt like an eternity until our lips separated.
Luca released his hold on my hair, his hand dropping to my thigh. “Think you can handle all of us?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “But I will try.”
An evil smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he glanced over his shoulder at the Knights and said, “Disrobe.”
Sinking back on my elbows, I watched them strip off their robes, standing a feet from me in their suits. I was completely naked, so this would not do.
Luca moved to my side, sitting at the edge of the altar, his arms folded over his chest. “Tell them what you want, my queen.”
I spread my legs wider, so they could see how much they were effecting me. “Take off your suits,” I ordered, and they did as their queen commanded. “You, too,” I said to Luca.
He gave me a sexy grin, then started taking off his clothing.
Marcello wore silk Tom Ford boxers that hugged his thick thighs and his even more impressive package. With his fighter build and sexy ass body, I could hardly contain my excitement. And then there was my golden boy. Hot damn, Sonny sure could wear a pair of boxer briefs. His were dark gray and tight as fucking hell, leaving nothing to my imagination.
I licked my lips at the sight of Drake’s bulge… and Cole’s muscular arms that were like solid steel. My eyes moved to Bastian and Damian. They had the most sinister expressions on their faces, their gazes flicking up and down the length of my body. Finn and Callum stood beside Sonny, toned and tanned with their blond surfer looks and blue-blooded smiles.
I felt like a girl in a candy store, and I wanted to lick and suck every inch of them like they were sweet treats. Mine for the night. They were like a wet dream, a fantasy I never wanted to wake up from.
My legs dangled from the edge of the stone table. Despite the cold in the room, I ignored the chills rolling down my arms and legs. After having five men touch me at once, I wanted to be a bad girl. Luca was indulging my inner demons, and I wanted nothing more than to unleash them on my Knights.
Luca was about to drop his tie on the table beside me when I grabbed his hand. “No, I want to use it.”
He shook his head, smirking as he wrapped the red silky tie around my neck. “My dirty girl,” he grunted. “Wait until I have you all to myself.”
“Marcello.” I raised my hand and beckoned him with my index finger. “Come here. You too, Drake.”
Both of them stood before me, their big cocks tenting their boxers, waiting for me to give them an order. I leaned forward and pressed my hand to Marcello’s ripped chest, kissed his marred skin. His hand fell to the back of my head, his fingers weaving through my hair as I licked his nipple.
I inched my way down his stomach. My fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers, and he groaned as I shoved them over his hips. He fisted my hair tighter when I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft. As I stroked his cock, I held out my other hand and looked over at Drake.