Page 164 of They Are Mine

Still making me wait.

“You have one too,” I tell him, breathless. “Yours is blue.”

That gets his attention.

He meets my eyes, brow lifting. “Mine?”

Orion snorts. “Seriously, man, just try it. The red one is mine. Noah has green, when he mans up.”

I smile, slow and sweet, tilting my chin up. “Blindfold me, sir.”

Elliot takes the blindfold, rolling the silk between his fingers before brushing it along my cheek. Then he leans down, his lips warm against my temple.

“It’s time for dessert now,” he murmurs.

His touch is gentle but firm as he slides the fabric over my eyes, knotting it tight. The moment the world goes dark, everything else sharpens.

I can hear everything.

The quiet clink of spoons. The soft scrape of dishes.

A low murmur between them, private, secret.

Then, the first touch.

Ice-cold.

A mouth.

I suck in a sharp breath, body arching, hands flexing where they rest on the polished wood.

More lips. More hands.

Everywhere.

A tongue drags through the valley of my breasts, cold and wet, before a warm breath follows, soothing the sting of ice.

Another mouth presses against my stomach, teasing, nipping.

My thighs are being spread.

Fingertips, firm and guiding, parting me like a prayer.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

“Come for us,” Elliot says, his voice like a purr of silk over steel. Close. Right there. “And you’ll get dessert too, baby girl.”

Orion hums, his lips brushing my nipple before his mouth closes over it, sucking deep. “She’s so fucking beautiful,” he says, and I feel those words as he groans against my skin.

“My angel,” Noah whispers, his breath warm against the dip of my hip.

Fingers slip inside me, curling just right, just perfect.

My head falls back. My toes curl.

I can’t see them.

But I feel them.

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