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She looked up to Leo who was looking down at her, and sucked hard at his thumb as she arched, everyone’s mouth’s on her at the same time. The sensation of lips, tongue, fingers, she let go of Leo’s finger as she cried out, her body rolling through a stellar orgasm. Emerson groaned before pulling away.

“Fuck, you taste better than all that sweetness...honey and peaches and...”

“Ambrosia,” Jack said.

“Spice,” Rix said.

"Fuck that poetic shit," Leo groaned. "Stop wasting all that tongue wagging and give her another one." With a grin, Finn shoved Emerson's face forward, back between Petra's thighs. "You heard the man. She isn't screaming names yet. Get to work."

She felt Emerson chuckle against her before he sucked hard on her clit, causing her to arch again. Jack and Carter held her down by her pelvis, keeping her immobile and she cried out as she felt Rix bite her other nipple.

Tender, she panted and closed her eyes, Leo’s hand on her throat, holding her there, but not squeezing. She gasped and writhed beneath them as the pressure in her body built, and broke as she felt Finn’s lips just at her knee. She screamed Emerson’s name then, two fingers hooked inside her, pressing viciously on her G-spot.

Shaking and moaning she rode through it, and she opened her eyes seeing Easton still sitting there, watching her.

He licked his lips, adjusting himself in his trousers. "You having fun over there?" he asked her, his voice raspy.

She bit her lip and reached for him, desperate for that final piece, her Snake...her dangerous asp...willing to drown in his venom.

Reaching across the expanse of wood between them, he caught her hand in his and squeezed it tight. Vulnerability flashed in his eyes before he snarled, "I asked you a fucking question." She knew he was covering up his awkwardness and discomfort, but he had willingly touched her. Was still willingly touching her, despite the storm of emotions boiling across his features.

"You should answer him," Carter said gently, quietly, none of them looking at where their most broken brother was touching her.

“Yes...but I need you,” she said honestly. It didn’t matter if he left her then, her body was alight, all her men touching her in some fashion, and she gasped as another orgasm rolled through her. “Fuck!”

Chapter 28

Emerson stole throughthe house, the grandfather clock in the main hall chiming out four AM. Something had woken him, and the need to be elsewhere in the house was strong, problem was, he didn’t know where he needed to be.

And this was the only reason why he wasn’t still lying in bed with Petra, wrapped around her warmth. Because something woke him. The sooner he figured out why the sooner he would be back between the sheets, and slipping into his willing little concubine.

The house was quiet, the guys each either sleeping in their own rooms, or, if they were Leo, passed out next to Petra as well, and Brutus wouldn’t leave Carter’s side unless something was amiss in the house itself.

No Brutus.

And the pull on his senses was still there.

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