Page 12 of Princes of Sin
Plural.
As I say it, I feel Max and Lachlan’s eyes on me.
“You should stay,” Max adds.
Lachlan doesn’t say anything, but if he’s not experienced in the art of orgies, I am more than happy to show him the way. The air is fraught with possibility, heavy and thick with tension. I have no ideawhymystery girl needs this so badly, but I know why the three of us do.
My fist tightens around her soft, fine hair, eliciting a louder moan from her.
Fuck.
I have a beautiful woman in my arms, and I’m already mourning the months and years I might have to abstain. Not because sex is prohibited as a Lord of Darkness, but because life is about to get really fucking crazy, and I might not have the time.
But her… this…
I will miss casual sex more than anything else.
Mystery girl shivers as my brother’s hands come to the back of her thighs, knocking them apart. He runs a hand down the inside of her thigh, and I hold her tighter as he leans into her.
“See what you could have? The three of us worshiping you. Just for tonight.”
“Okay,” she agrees.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I tell her, uncurling my hand from her hair and tugging her toward the door of the living room.
“I should tell Quinn–”
The instant the words leave her mouth, I hear a low, distant moan.
“Never mind,” she adds, shaking her head and laughing.
Her smile lights up her face, and I vow to get her to smile again before the night is through.
“Like we said, Quinn is… otherwise occupied,” Max murmurs from behind us.
“Okay, wait. I haveneverdone anything like this,” she starts, looking at me with wide eyes.
“I can’t say the same,” I tease, running a hand down her cheek. “But I can say this: whatever it is that we’re both running from is going to find us as soon as the sun is up. We only have tonight.”
“He’s right,” Max drawls, eyes finding mine.
There’s nothing I love more than sharing a woman with him, and as my eyes move over to Lachlan’s, he gives me a cautious look.
“Are you ready?” I ask him, knowing that my words are taunting him.
“All of us?” he asks, eyes narrowing when I smirk back at him.
“Of course. Unless you’re afraid.”
His entire resolve changes, andfuckit’s hot when he stands up straight and glowers. “Who said I was afraid?” he asks, challenging me.
Marching forward, he scoops mystery girl up and hoists her over his shoulder before taking the stairs two at a time.
“Stop pushing his boundaries,” Max drawls under his breath as we follow the giggling minx and her brooding, mysterious savior. “Not everyone grew up in and out of brothels.”
“I’ll have you know that they were not brothels. They were respectable establishments with fine young women and men.”
Max rolls his eyes. “All I’m saying is, don’t scare away one of the Lords before we’ve even begun.”
