Page 81 of Clash of Sin and Secret

I meet the heat dancing in his amber gaze, and images from that sexy session fill my memory. “Mmm, that was a good time.”

He waggles his brow. “Yes, it was.”

I reach for one of Warin’s perfectly crafted desserts and let my mind wander. The new chef outdid himself, creating an array of sweets for our private celebration.

Zane steps out of his slacks and tosses his clothes over the arm of my desk chair. Wearing just a pair of black boxers, he swaggers toward me, looking more relaxed than I’ve seen him in weeks. “You know how competitive Huntley and I are, Scots. The two of us are not about to be outdone by the new guy.”

Tucker chuckles. “Standing right here.”

Zane looks over at him. “Oh, I know. You’re also fully clothed, so I take it you’re sitting out?”

I push my bottom lip out. “You’re not, are you?”

Tucker pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it. “Not a chance. Because, unlike them, I know what you’ve got on under this dress.”

I feign innocence and pop the tart in my mouth. The sweet-fruit flavor bursts on my tongue and I reach down to grab the hem of my oxblood sheath dress.

Pulling it up and off, I’m left standing before the three of them in a black lace bra, underpants that cover only half of my ass cheeks, and satin garter straps holding my sheer thigh highs.

“Fucking hell,” Huntley breathes, grinning.

Zane presses a hand against his chest. “It’s lucky I didn’t know what was under your dress because if I had, there is no way I could’ve functioned at the memorial tonight. Damn, Scots. You’re killing me.”

Tucker pushes up behind me, trails his hand over my hip and down the front of my thigh. He flicks the strap of the garter and brushes his lips against my ear. “And what does our little temptress hunger for tonight?”

I drop my head back as his warm hand glides across my belly. “Huntley still needs to feed. I’m picturing me on my back, his fangs in my neck, with his cock inside me, another cock in my mouth, and a third in my hand. You boys can decide who’s where.”

“Winner!” Huntley grins, looking smug. “A brilliant plan.”

Zane looks at Tucker. “Mouth or hand, Tuck?”

Tucker gestures back to him. “Tonight is about you and Scotland. King’s choice.”

Zane cups my chin and rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. “Looks like I’ll be having my way with this hot mouth of yours.”

I take a couple of long swallows of my drink and fuel the buzz I’m riding. Then I hand it to Tucker and climb onto my bed. Giving them a little extra ass waggle, I crawl up my mattress on my hands and knees.

“After Huntley is fed and fucked, I want Zane to take me from behind while I suck on Tucker.”

Zane discards his boxers and joins me on the bed. He’s naked and it might be the drinking, but I’m dizzy just looking at him. “You’ve got things all figured out, do you, Scots?”

The corner of my mouth twitches as I flop onto my side. When I roll onto my back, the world spins in a delectable slow blur. “I told you I’ve been envisioning the three of you. I’ve got a few scenarios I want to try. Keep up, boys.”

Zane stretches out at the top of the bed. He presses the mouth of the bottle to his lips, tips it back, and takes three long swallows of scotch. Then he kisses me. The two of us have been sharing drinks and toasts with clan members all night, so he’s as spinny as I am.

That works for me.

Huntley crawls up my body, pausing to kiss the inside of my thighs. His lips are warm, his extended fangs scraping against my flesh, and the intimacy tickles something wicked in my core. “I’m all for your plan, princess, but would like to make an addition of my own. You boys can savor one of Warin’s desserts, but I’m hungry for a different kind of cream.”

“Well played, Viking.” I lift my hips, offering him access to slide the delicate lace off my butt and down my legs.

“Oh, no, princess. If I take those off, I’ll lose these.” He snaps one of my garters and then runs his hand over the top of my stockings. “Those need to stay on.”

“Fucking right they do,” Zane growls.

Tucker gives off a grunt of agreement.

The snap of fabric has me hissing as the crotch of my pretty lace panties fall prey to vampire strength. “Hey, I liked these.”

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