Page 112 of Sin

I didn’t blame him. Her attention was like the sun shining on you. Pure and beautiful, filled with warmth none of us thought we’d ever find.

“Well, first, I’m going to give our girl a little boost.”

“A boost?” Merri asked, her eyes locked on his as he leaned down.

“Uh huh. Just consider me a shot of espresso, kitten. I’ll perk you right up.”

“Idiot,” Malice muttered.

Merri’s lips twitched with laughter a second before Sin teased her with the merest hint of a kiss and then replaced his mouth with his thumb. He dragged her lower lip down as he pressed his thumb inside with a whispered command. “Suck.”

Her moan of approval as she obeyed had my cock jerking to attention. Fuck, but she was magnificent. And she hadn’t even done anything.

“It’s her arousal,” Malice explained, his face carefully blank, although his body betrayed how rigidly he was fighting for control.

“I felt it last time,” Chaos added, his voice low so as not to distract her from what Sin was doing. “It was like getting punched in the dick with lust.”

Malice nodded his agreement. “She’s hardwired to make sure we want to play with her.”

“I don’t need any interference to make me want to play. The last time she didn’t use a hint of her power, and I was ready to take her against the alley wall.”

“This isn’t just her being a succubus?” I asked, somehow needing to know I wasn’t the only one feeling helplessly drawn to our charge.

“Not for me,” Chaos said.

“Me either,” Malice muttered, though he seemed far more put out by the admission.

“Fuck.” I said it under my breath, but they all heard me.

Sin pulled his finger free with an approving hum and got on his knees next to the chaise. “Do you want me to touch you or keep my hands to myself?”

“I need you to take charge. You understand me better than anyone else in this room.”

He smirked. “Fuck yes, I do. Hips up, kitten. I can’t go another minute without showing them your pretty pussy.”

She let out a breathy whimper as she lifted her hips so he could tug her sweats down her toned legs. Jesus fucking Christ, the way her body returned to an effortlessly sensual position after she was bare had my cock throbbing. The flickering firelight mixed with the soft amber glow from the candles I’d lit made all of her curves appear even more mouthwatering.

Merri didn’t have to try to be seductive. She simply was. It was as natural to her as breathing.

“Fuck,” Chaos grunted, taking a seat on the sofa and palming his straining dick.

My body echoed the sentiment. I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever felt this primed. And when Merri whimpered as Sin brushed her hair behind her shoulders and exposed her bare breasts, I had to adjust in my seat to relieve some of the tension in my trousers. I’d positioned myself directly across from Merri but farther back than the others. It was darker here, and I felt safer tucked into the shadows.

Malice prowled around a writing desk, moving toward the fireplace. I glanced his way, wondering where the fuck he was going, when I realized he’d moved only so he could get a better view. Positioned as he was before, Sin was blocking almost everything worth seeing.

Sin moved just enough to the side and dropped to his knees that our view suddenly improved dramatically.

“Spread your thighs, pretty girl. Let them see how wet you are,” Sin whispered against her collarbone as he kissed his way down to her breast.

Her back arched and her legs spread wide as Sin sucked one nipple into his mouth. Her thighs glistened with arousal, the slick evidence of her need perfuming the room and making my mouth water. Sin slipped two fingers inside her and began a slow pump of his hand, causing her to whimper.

I squeezed my trouser-covered thigh hard enough my knuckles popped, but God help me, I stayed in my chair. Chaos let out a low groan and freed his dick from his joggers but wasn’t working it yet. The soft hiss of a zipper was my only clue that Malice was doing the same.

“Oh God,” Merri moaned, writhing against his touch.

“How are you doing, kitten?” Sin asked, nibbling his way up her neck.

“I need . . .”

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