Page 170 of Sawyer

“That explains…” Bryn trails off. “You tasted so good.”

“You just—” Sin sputters. “How long?”

The first twinge begins in my lower abdomen. “Take me inside, boys, and make me yours.” I savor their shocked expressions. Desire spikes in their gazes, sending heat to course through me.

I perfume.

The scent of fresh limes and custard deepens in the air and fills the interior until it becomes so thick that every inhale tastes like syrup.

“Inside. Now.” Sin spills out of the car and rushes to the door to unlock it.

Laughing, I climb out, feeling another twinge in my gut. It isn’t painful, just enough of an ache that only they can ease.

Bryn sweeps me off my feet, carrying me once again. His long strides barely jostle me as tension vibrates through him, the good kind—the excitable kind.

Burying my nose in his neck, I inhale his chocolate mint scent. It’s like an aphrodisiac to me. Desire pools inside me and dampens my panties. No, I soak them.

Bryn nearly stumbles through the door before letting me slide down his body, his thick cock pressing against his jeans. “Is that…” He can’t even finish the sentence.

“The scent of slick.” Rumor slams the door shut. “Yeah, it is.”

“It’s ready. Lock up!” Sin shouts from down the hall.

“What’s ready?” Me? I am ready. I wrap my arms around Bryn, just inhaling him and allowing the thud of his heart to beat against my ear.

“Come on, baby girl, one more courting gift,” Rumor says.

Grabbing my hand, he leads me to the end of the hall and what I thought was a linen closet. I never questioned it because a towel was always waiting for me when I finished showering. Opening the door, he leads me up a set of steps.

Bright light shines from the top, and as I step up, I grip the railing and gape in shock.

“We didn’t think the basement would be a good idea,” Sin mumbles as he moves across the huge circular mattress. “So we worked on this.” He looks nervous and unsure of himself.

“It’s perfect.” I walk toward him and toe off my shoes at the edge. “No more waiting, Sin.” I rip my shirt off as a wave of heat rolls through me. Lust fills my vision, and I only have one goal—mating my guys.

I hook a finger in his belt loop and tug him to me. His lips crash onto mine, and I’m lost to the feel of him, the taste of him, and how his hands grip my hips and hold me close. Sin kisses me in a way that aligns with his namesake—full of sin.

Warmth presses against my back, and fingers tug on the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. Breaking the kiss, I push back into the body behind me. I hold my hands up and hook them around Bryn’s neck as he glides his fingers slowly down my arms.

Rumor steps up behind Sin, his hands mimicking the movements Bryn just used on me, and he removes Sin’s shirt. His shirt drops to the floor with mine, forgotten for now. A teasing smile lifts Sin’s lips as he turns back and kisses Rumor with the same passion he just gave me. Their tongues duel and glide in a heavy, open-mouthed kiss.

“Do you enjoy watching them?” Bryn whispers seductively in my ear.

“Yes.” My breaths turn to pants as a twinge of pain spikes through my core, and a whimper leaves my lips.

All eyes turn to me. Bryn grumbles something intelligible behind me, and in front of me, Sin’s eyes darken.

It’s Rumor who remains clear-headed. “I think our mate needs us.”

That’s all it takes to get everyone on the same page. Sin sinks to his knees before me, and it’s the most erotic sight I have had the pleasure of witnessing. It’s a submissive pose, and it turns me on.

Bryn dips his fingers inside my pants before he ever so slowly rolls them over my hips, teasing the others with the sight of me in just a bra and my leggings. Need courses through me, hot and painful.

I don’t even know whom to concentrate on—Rumor, who whips off his shirt and flips the buttons off his jeans, Sin, who kneels before me with a wicked smile, or Bryn, who works his fingers into my leggings and over my hips.

My fingers tug in his hair as I draw his lips to my neck, where he presses soft kisses to my flesh. I know this is just the beginning, that a heat can last for days, and I will eventually lose all logic and become nothing more than a writhing, needy mate, but I savor every touch and every little spike of desire.

Sin, tired of waiting for Bryn, grabs my leggings and yanks them down over my thighs until my core sits before him like a buffet, which is exactly how he looks at me.

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