Page 11 of Fangs for the Help
It felt natural to tilt her head up and press her lips to his. His hand cupped her jaw as she opened her mouth and invited him to deepen the kiss. With a moan, he swept his tongue inside, making heat rocket through her body and chase away her drowsiness.
“That’s beautiful,” Idris said as she felt his cock getting hard under her thigh. “Me next, please?”
Silas broke the kiss, even though she tried to chase after him. “Can Idris kiss you too?”
Feeling dazed, she nodded her head, then turned to the big man. He was quick to capture her lips. His kiss was more forceful than Silas’s, but in a good way. His arms held her close, with one hand gripping her waist and the other holding onto her hip. The hand on her waist moved up, putting his fingers closer to her breast. A sudden ache to be touched there made her moan.
“Idris, stop,” Silas commanded. Cassi made a protesting noise when Idris pulled his mouth away from her.
“More,” she begged and tried to press her lips to his.
“Cassi,” Silas said, drawing her attention away from the gargoyle.
She focused on the vampire's face. “I want more k-k-kisses.”
“And we want to kiss you back, but we also want more. Do you want that, Cassi? Three men touching you? Kissing you? Fucking you? If you’re not ready, we can put you to bed alone, but you have to be honest with us.”
She blinked a few times, then swept her gaze to Reed. The shifter looked hopeful, but also scared. What did he have to be scared of? Turning her gaze to Idris, she found he had a similar expression. Then it hit her—they were scared of rejection.
It made her feel strangely powerful but also privileged to be wanted so thoroughly by these men.
Before tonight, she would've said it was impossible to be seduced with sweetness, but they’d managed it. This might be a one-night stand, but she knew it was going to be the most memorable night she’d ever have.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want it all.”
Chapter 5
She felt and heard Idris growl; the sound sent delicious shivers down her spine.
“I’m going to touch you,” he declared, grabbing her hips and shifting her weight in his lap. Now she was facing front with her legs on either side of his. When he opened his knees, her legs opened wider.
Reed moved between Idris and the table. Pushing the table back with his hip, he sank to his knees in front of them. Her slippers had fallen off, giving him the ability to rest a hand on the top of each foot.
Reed slowly ran his hands up the inside of her pajama pants. When he reached her knees, he couldn’t go any further, but he didn’t seem to mind. He stroked her skin there and leaned forward.
“You smell delicious,” he murmured.
“Th-th-thanks?”
That made Reed huff out a laugh. Idris dipped his head down and nuzzled his face into her neck, softly kissing her. “Reed’sright. You smell luscious to me, and my nose isn’t half as sensitive as his.”
Between Reed stroking his fingers across the back of her knees and Idris’s deep voice murmuring next to her ear, Cassi’s heartbeat kicked up and heat pooled in her belly.
Then Silas was next to her, cupping her jaw and turning her head to look at him.
“You’re wearing a lot of clothes, Cassi,” he murmured, as he leaned over and put his lips near hers. “Idris and Reed are going to take your pajamas off. Then they’re going to touch you with their hands and mouths. If we do anything you don’t like, say something.”
“Silas,” Reed said with a little shake of his head. “That might not work.”
“Ah, yes, your stutter could get in the way of you telling us you’re unhappy. Let’s do this; you can talk or tap one of us, and we’ll all stop. How about that?”
It was true she had a harder time getting words out when she was under stress, but she’d never had any lover be so thoughtful. Either they didn’t say anything, including ignoring any issues with her stutter, or they would say something cruel like “want to f-f-fuck?”
Silas made her feel seen but still sexy.
“Yes,” she said with a tremulous smile. She’d never felt so cared for. “Th-th-thanks Daddy.”
The word slipped out without her thinking about it, making her blush. Silas was such a father figure with the way he calmly organized Idris and Reed, and even her, that the word came naturally to her.
