Page 97 of Kings & Carnage

They’d said it was only part of my Valentine's Day present, which was way too much, and I'd suddenly felt insecure about my tattoos, which were hidden for now. I couldn't do the things for the Kings that they could do for me and I could only hope they would like their present as much as I liked mine.

As for what else was in store for me tonight, I had no idea, but as long as it involved spending the time with my three favorite guys, I really didn't care.

I took a last look at the dress in the mirror, marveling at how the Kings always got it right. The dress slid over my body in a sea of silk, the neckline wrapping around my throat in a way that made me think of Neo, the way he closed his hand around my neck when he kissed me.

It would have looked matronly if not for the bare shoulders, the fabric draping under my arms and over my waist to offer a generous view of side boob, and the back, which plunged to just above my ass.

Not to mention the slit that ran all the way to my hip on one side.

I’d left my hair loose and kept my makeup minimal except for a smoky eye, and I leaned closer to the mirror to check my lip gloss, then double-checked the gold cuff I’d worn to hide one of my tattoos until the moment of truth.

The others were strategically hidden by my hair and dress, and I was relieved they’d peeled and become less sensitive in time for the reveal.

Satisfied, I grabbed my overnight bag and clutch from the bed and headed downstairs.

The Kings were waiting in the kitchen, chatting in low murmurs that came to a dead halt when they spotted me.

Oscar's eyes darkened with appreciation as he took me in, and he came toward me, relieved me of my overnight bag, and bent to speak near my ear. "Tiger, you look good enough to eat.”

The whisper of his breath against my ear sent a shiver through my body and my nipples hardened under the dress.

"Thanks," I said, looking him over, gorgeous in a dark gray suit. "I feel the same about you. Maybe we should skip dinner.”

"Not on your life," he said.

"It's way past time we take you on a real date, kitten," Rock said, drawing my attention to him. "But Drago is right. Not sure there's a meal in the world that would look more appetizing than you in that dress." He kissed my cheek. "Don't want to mess up your lipstick.”

His navy velvet suit made his eyes appear even bluer, his teeth even whiter. He looked like a supermodel hawking couture, toothpaste, and self-tanner.

But none of that was what really got my attention.

“Where is your cast?” I asked.

It had become so ubiquitous over the past few weeks, Rock so adept at working with it, that I’d almost stopped thinking about it.

“I cut it off!” he said excitedly.

“Um… I’m pretty sure a doctor is supposed to do that,” I said.

He shrugged and showed me his arm, making a fist like that proved he was healed. “It’s all good, kitten.”

I sighed. I knew a losing battle when I saw one. “If you say so.”

I turned my attention to Neo, leaning against the kitchen island in a simple but perfectly tailored black suit that fit his frame so closely I could make out his muscled pecs and the significant bulge between his thighs.

He studied me with his amber eyes but didn't make a move toward me.

He didn't have to. His eyes said it all, like he was going to make a five course meal of me.

I walked toward him, my heels clicking on the marble floor, and set my clutch on the island. I ran a hand up the smooth fabric of his suit jacket, over his chest and shoulder, sliding my fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck.

Just a few months ago it would've been unthinkable to press my body against his, but I knew the truth of it now: he was mine.

He always had been.

I stretched to kiss his cheek but he turned his face toward mine at the last minute and captured my mouth in a greedy kiss.

I only had a moment to be surprised before the primal desires of my body took over. Then it was just the fevered parry of our tongues, Neo's hand slipping into the side of my dress to cup my tit.

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