Page 78 of Princess of Thieves

I don’t know who moves first, him or me or one of the others. But suddenly, fiercely, there’s a riot under my skin and I need them, need all of them, and they all seem to need me too. I barely graze a rough kiss from LJ’s mouth before I fall back the two steps to the bed, knees hitting so I easily lie back.

“Careful,” Tuck says, even as he climbs up next to me. “She’s a little delicate after—”

“She won’t break, Tuck.” Will smirks, ripping his shirt off over his head. “She’s tough.”

I find my voice. “Damn right.” I grip Tuck by the shirt collar and pull him to me, urgent and eager. The kiss is good, honey sweet but hot, and made hotter by the skim of someone’s fingers—Rob’s—to the top of my jeans, expertly deflecting the button and slipping inside.

“Ah!” I jerk my hips as he strokes me, catching Tuck’s lip with my teeth and sending him startling back, a hand to his mouth.

“Damn.” He draws it back, a few spots of blood on his fingertips.

I wince. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to—”

Whatever I say next is lost to a velvet, languid kiss from Will.

“This is mine,” LJ growls, pulling apart my knees. In a single motion my pants and panties are ripped away, and his beard rasps against my inner thigh as his tongue finds my center, hot and urgent.

“So beautiful,” Will breathes into the crook of my neck, pulling me in for a deep kiss with one hand as he pumps his cock with the other. “Absolutely fucking gorgeous.”

“Mm.” Rob murmurs an agreement around the wet mound of my right nipple, rolling his tongue slowly over the crest. A whimper escapes me, a shapeless kind of panic taking slow form in my chest.

“I don’t...I can’t...” My eyes dart from the two of them at the top of the bed to LJ’s massive form between my legs to Tuck kneeling on the mattress just below Will, his long fingers finding my other breast and tearing another moan from me. “All of you...”

Will shudders a laugh into my collarbone. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll—” A choked sound of pleasure flies from his throat, his eyes fluttering closed.

“We’re big boys,” Rob whispers into my other ear. “We can take care of ourselves. We just like seeing you—”

“And tasting you.” LJ surfaces, eyes like smoking coals, and replaces his mouth with the broad firm strokes of his hand. “Can I, Maren?” he asks, his voice rough, broken.

I glance down to where he’s straining the front of his fly, begging for release, and nod. LJ’s eyes close as he flicks off his belt and jeans and climbs to push into me, all at once.

I cry out, surprised, and the sound of me sends Will collapsing into my shoulder, a warm burst of heat flooding through his fingers and over the skin of my hip.

“God, yes.” Rob pulls my face to his, eyes dusky as he takes me in a deep kiss I struggle to return with LJ pounding, slamming, so far inside me. And then someone’s at my breasts—Tuck, twirling me hard and tight with his fingers on one side as his mouth draws me to a wet, stiff peak with the other.

It’s too much. It’s all too much.

“I...” I slide from Rob’s mouth, sucking in a breath. “I...”

“Don’t have to talk.” Will, panting, presses his palm to my lips. “Just—”

“Come for us,” LJ barks, fingers digging into my bucking hips to hold me steady for each thrust. “Please, Maren.”

On a ragged, juddering cry, I let go.

Somewhere distant, I hear them follow me over, Rob’s easy, husky gasps in my ear, Tuck’s quick, strangled moan at my sternum, LJ’s deep, humming growl as he fills me with pure, molten lust. Then gravity takes me, pulls me slow and sweet back to Earth, back to the weight of me and all of us tangled on this bed.

Someone sweeps hair off my forehead. Will. He peers into my face. “Better?”

“Yes. Good. I—good.” I nod. “Is that...normal?”

LJ rumbles a laugh. “Which part?”

“You know, regardless of which part,” Rob says, exhaling hard, “I’m gonna say probably no. Damn, Maren.”

I snort. “I mean the, like, emotional...” I lay a hand on my forehead, shut my eyes, spin a finger through the air, searching for the term in the whirligig of my mental state. “Mood swings.” That’s the word I was looking for.

“Not unexpected.” That’s Tuck, blinking and setting his glasses back on his face. “It’s sort of like you’re overclocking your body’s capacity, you know? So—”

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