Page 116 of Touched By Moonlight
“Second drawer to the left,” Nicolasmurmured.
As Grayson left, Stephan rolled his eyes and sat on the bed, his arm around my shoulders. “Is there anything you don’t have in your bedroom,Nick?”
He considered. “Your dick in abox.”
“That’s it,” Stephan growled playfully. “You’re goingdown.”
He picked up a pillow and smacked his brother with it. I rolled out of the way, laughing, and watched them attack each other with the featherpillows.
Until the alpha walked into thebedroom.
Grayson held up the ropes. “I’m ready if you two will quit. Unless you wish me to do this with Siennaalone?”
Immediately they stopped. Now it was allseriousness.
Swinging one of the ropes, Grayson looked at me. “I do believe we are overdressed for theoccasion.”
I didn’t need any further instruction. I stripped and put my hands on my hips. “Will thisdo?”
Three sets of hungry male eyes upon me. Three sets of eyes that adored me, worshipped me, lovedme.
I felt like a queen before hersubjects.
Closing my eyes, I let all my senses flare. I smelled the earthy and spicy scent of my wolves, heard the quiet flicker of candles, and tasted the wild pleasure tocome.
My eyes open to regard Grayson, still standing quietly with the ropes in hand. Stilldressed.
Pointing to his sweats, I smiled. “Aren’t you a little overdressed for theoccasion?”
He cleared his throat, as Nicolas and Stephan kept staring at me. “Pardon, Sienna. You’re just so damn beautiful, I forgot myself. I’ve dreamed of this for a long time. Hard to believe this ishappening.”
“It won’t happen soon enough if you don’t get naked,” Nicolas growled, unzipping hisjeans.
When all three stood before me nude, I gave them an appreciative look. Three strong wolves, all different, all gorgeous andsexy.
Allmine.
I climbed into the bed and lay on my back. Grayson handed Nicolas one set ofropes.
“Do your worst,” I toldthem.
The impish smile he flashed warned me his worst would be quitegood.
Grayson bound my wrists with rope and tied them to the bedposts, while Nicolas did the same to my ankles. I was outstretched, limbs spread wide open, my sexexposed.
The alpha stood before me at the bed’s foot, muscles gleaming. Sensual anticipation filled me as he remained motionless, allowing me to look myfill.
I studied the bristles shadowing his jaw, muscles rippling beneath his flawless skin, the hard curve of his shoulder, the muscled contour of his longlimbs.
A pulse jumped madly at his throat. He smelled of sex and long, dark nights spent tangled inpassion.
Nicolas had left, but returned bearing a tube. He poured some into the alpha’s outstretched palms. The scent of cherries filled the air as all three of my boys began rubbing me down, massaging mybody.
“Flavored massage oil,” Nicolas told me. He winked. “I can’t taste to taste it… onyou.”
Grayson began stroking my body in slow, sure caresses, rubbing oil onto my legs. Nicolas aided him, working the oil into my breasts and belly as Stephan sat behind me and kneaded myshoulders.
Lightly Grayson stroked the oil into my skin. Nicolas’ oiled fingers circled my nipples, flicked over them. The ropes pulled as I squirmed inpleasure.
