Page 200 of They Are Mine

He lets me.

And then? He grabs my wrist, pulls me flush against his body, and whispers, “Blindfold, baby girl?”

I whimper.

Fuck.

Yes.

Elliot strokes my wrist with his thumb, slow, deliberate, teasing. “Say it,” he murmurs, his voice silk and sin against my throat.

I swallow. Bare in his arms, my skin hot from the anticipation, from the way they’re all watching, waiting, ready. “Yes, sir,” I whisper. Because I know what he’s asking.

Elliot chuckles, dark and low, releasing me just long enough to retrieve the blindfold.

Soft fabric glides over my eyes.

Darkness.

And then?

Hands.

So many hands.

Everywhere.

Sliding over my hips, my waist, my thighs.

Callum’s fingers skim the curve of my ass. Noah’s lips brush my shoulder. Orion’s mouth finds my breasts, hot and open and fucking ravenous.

Someone, Elliot, I think, grips my chin, tilts my face up, breathes against my lips but doesn’t kiss me. “You take all of us tonight, baby doll?”

I whimper.

He lets out a soft laugh, deep and knowing. “Let’s see how well you can beg.”

Fingers slide between my thighs.

I moan, arch, reach for something to hold on to, but there’s nothing.

Just heat, touch, mouths and hands and the overwhelming, all-consuming sensation of being completely theirs.

One of them, Callum, maybe, cups the back of my neck, breath hot against my ear. “You feel how wet you are, Madness?” His voice is a growl. A promise.

“Yes,” I gasp.

Orion groans. I swear I can feel him stroking himself at the sound.

My whole body shudders.

The blindfold makes it worse.

Or better.

I don’t know.

All I know is I’m surrounded.

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