Page 87 of Wicked Chains
“Well,” he says, “I see you’re having a party and didn’t invite me.”
He sits next to me on the bed, so close his leg presses into mine. The room is not big enough for all these men, but no one seems inclined to leave.
Soren looks me over, concern flickering on his face before he puts on a smirk. “Rough day, little witch.”
“You could say that, but we’re not talking about it anymore.”
He arches an eyebrow. “If we’re going to talk, whatever shall we do?” He reaches up, brushes a stray hair from my cheek, and leans in. “I could make it better.”
Lucien bristles. “Not now, Malric.”
Soren grins. “Why not now? Rose looks like she could use some serious distraction.” He glances down at my hand, clasped in Drake’s. “From the look of things, you two were about to get started without us.”
I laugh. It feels good to laugh.
“Am I wrong?” Soren tilts his head, regarding me with open hunger.
The room is so charged it’s practically buzzing. I look at Drake, who’s staring at me like I’m the only thing tethering him to the world. I look at Lucien, whose eyes have gone from polite maroon to molten red in three seconds flat. I look at Soren, who’s always unbuttoning his shirt.
I don’t have to choose. They’re all here. They all want me.
Thirty-Nine
“Is this really happening?”
Soren takes my wrists and lowers my hands. “Only if you want it to.”
I look at Drake. He nods, once. “If it’s what you want.”
Lucien rises from the chair, crossing the space in two strides. “If you don’t, say so now.”
I look at all of them. These men who terrify me and make me feel more alive than I ever thought possible.
“Yeah,” I say, voice shaking but steady. “Yeah, I want it. I want all of you.”
Lucien kisses me first. It’s gentle, almost hesitant. He slides his hand along my jaw, thumb resting on my cheekbone, and tips my face up to meet his. His lips are hard, but it feels good. He takes his time, making it last.
Soren doesn’t wait. He attacks my neck from the other side, teeth grazing the tender skin just below my ear. He sucks a markthere, then traces it with his tongue. “Had to get there before the vampire did,” he murmurs, his breath hot and wicked.
Drake shifts behind me, hands massaging my shoulders, cool lips pressed to the nape of my neck. His touch is possessive and desperate, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he lets go.
I’m surrounded. Hands everywhere: Soren’s up my thigh, Lucien’s tangled in my hair, Drake’s at my waist. It’s overwhelming and perfect.
Soren slides his hand under my shirt. “You wearing anything under this, Rose?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He grins. “I would.”
Lucien lifts me up so I’m standing. He peels the hoodie off my shoulders, careful and deliberate, then the shirt underneath. My bra is nothing special, cheap cotton, but the way Lucien looks at me, you’d think it was made of spun gold.
He cups my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they’re hard and aching. Drake is behind me now, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them off. His fingers find the edge of my panties, tugging them down just enough to expose me.
Soren kneels at my feet and buries his face between my thighs. I gasp, grabbing onto Lucien’s arms to stay upright. Soren’s tongue is hot and relentless, lapping at my cunt like he’s starving for it. He circles my clit, then flicks it fast, and I nearly buckle.
“Hold her,” Soren says, and Lucien does, arms braced around my waist as I rock my hips against Soren’s mouth. Drake is behind me, whispering encouragement in my ear, cool breath making goosebumps rise on my skin.
Lucien licks my neck, then bites down, not enough to break skin, but hard enough to make me moan. I feel his cock against my hip, hard and insistent.
