Page 163 of They Are Mine

Noah laughs under his breath, shaking his head.

Orion mutters something that sounds a lot like “fuck me” before disappearing into the kitchen.

And Elliot? Elliot steps closer.

“Baby doll,” he murmurs, his tone so smooth it makes me shiver. “You are nothing but trouble.”

I lick my lips, heart hammering. “Is trouble one of your kinks?” I ask, deliberately sweet.

His eyes darken. His gaze drags over me, slow and assessing.

“Apparently it is,” he muses. And then, without breaking eye contact, he reaches for the last of the dishes, helping me clear the table.

Once the last dish is gone, the table clean except for the ice cream, Elliot sits back in his chair. Calm. Commanding. Entirely in control. “Undress her.”

Noah and Orion move before he’s even finished speaking.

Orion is all heat and hunger, standing behind me, his hands already at the zipper of my dress. Noah, in front, meets my eyes,grinning as he lifts the hem, brushing his knuckles along my thighs as he pushes it up.

The dress is peeling away, slow, teasing, every touch a deliberate game.

Fingertips, lips, teeth.

They strip me the way you unwrap a gift you’ve been dying to open.

By the time my dress is gone, I’m breathless, standing there in just my pink lace bra, garter belt, thigh highs, and heels.

Orion’s thumbs stroke the backs of my thighs. Noah’s hands slide up my sides, stopping just beneath my breasts.

And Elliot is still watching.

I can feel the weight of his gaze. Can see the way his jaw tightens, his fingers tapping against his knee, controlled but barely.

He wants me.

But he isn’t going to touch me. Not yet.

Not until I obey.

“Get on the table.” The words hit me low and deep, and my legs nearly give out.

Noah and Orion are already lifting me, guiding me, helping me up onto the polished wood.

I settle back, arching just enough to tease.

Orion’s fingers trail up my stomach, stopping just beneath my bra.

Noah leans down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my hip.

Elliot tilts his head. “Blindfold?” he asks.

Orion grins like a wolf. Disappears for half a second. Comes back holding the pink one.

Mine.

Elliot takes it from him, rolling the silk between his fingers, considering. “Nice,” he murmurs.

Still watching me.

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