Page 244 of Bliss & Her Idols

I have no chill.

Torin tries not to laugh.

Cricket is too busy trying not to hump into his Alpha’s hand to join in.

Jin straightens. “Have I been abandoned?”

There’s a thread of vulnerability there that still hurts.

“Never,” Torin replies. “You’re healed, which means that we’re waiting for you to put on a performance, anamchara. Now, strip.”

Jin relaxes, although his flush deepens at the command.

He eagerly bends over to drag off his shoes, however, hurling them across the room with his typical lack of care.

Torin winces. “Slowly. Erotically. How about you dance for us?”

I perk up.

This has been one of my top fantasies for years.

Jin pauses in dragging off his socks. “You want me to perform a striptease?”

“If you’re good, then I could hire you out as a stripper.” Torin’s voice is like silk over steel. Jin’s chest is rapidly rising and falling. His eyes darken with desire, as Torin paints the fantasy for him, which I know neither of them would do in real life but fuck, it turns me on to play with in the safe space of our bed. “All those Alphas would be watching you as you stripped naked on that stage…your writhing, gyrating, gorgeous body…your tight ass that I love to bite and your long, pretty cock. They’d all wish that you were their Beta, but you’re ours. They’d wish that they could sink their cocks into your ass and their fangs into your throat. Except, you wearmybond bite. They canwatch you, the famous singer, but we both know that onlyIcan touch you.”

“Fuck.” Jin’s eyelashes flutter.

I’m breathing fast now. Soaking wet.

Torin rearranges Cricket on his lap to make space for me as well. My hip touches Cricket’s. He buries his head against my neck, struggling to hold himself back from coming with a shuddering gasp.

Torin is relentless, working Cricket in his pants.

Then Torin’s cruel fingers on his other hand tease underneath my leather skirt, pushing it out of the way.

I hold my breath.

When Torin discovers that I’m not wearing panties, he circles my clit.

I bite my lip hard.

Jin reaches to the bottom of his t-shirt.

He starts to sing “Caged Dreams” in his smoky voice. At the same time, he begins to free himself from his clothes.

His gaze becomes heated.

Provocatively, he teases his top up, stroking over his athletic abs.

He’s a bigger exhibitionist than I am.

He pushes his t-shirt higher, revealing a flash of his nipple. Then he does it again, this time wetting his finger and circling the sensitive nub.

He moans, losing himself in the sensation.

He’s singing in low pants and whimpers, as much as the words of the song.

His desire is the music that is also singing through my veins.

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