Page 115 of Claim Me
Nox and Bane both study me with the same intensity as Kaspian, all three men waiting for my answer.
Do I want them to watch while Kaspian fucks me?
“Yes,” I breathe, my insides pulsating with intensified need. Being surrounded by these men makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never experienced before. It’s so unlike any fantasy I’ve ever even conceptualized, so amazingly fantastic that I can barely believe it’s happening to me.
“Fate owes you several worthy mates. Especially after everything you’ve been through.”
Kaspian’s comments play over in my mind, the adoration and earnest way he said those words a kiss to my very soul.
Because he believes I deserve all of this.
Maybe I do, I think, staring at him now.But I need to cherish it.
Which is why I need to rekindle this bond and repair what I broke. Kaspian might have demanded that I reject him, but only I can choose to fix it.
And he’s ensuring I have that choice not just in accepting our mating, but in how it’s done.
“Let them watch,” I tell him. “I want them to watch.” Because my phantoms make me feel safe. Because I want them involved, too. At least in their own way. They may not be able to touch this time, but Kaspian mentioned other ideas.
Watching them fuck me while he pleasures himself.
Taking me when they’re done.
A tremble works its way down my spine.Yes, yes. I want all of that.
But first, I want Kaspian.
To feel him in my soul again. To complete this link. To make him truly mine.
He’s all power and grace, a sleek vampire wrapped up in expensive clothes. I want to break his elegant exterior, create more chips in that formal mask he constantly wears.
I want to see him lose control.
Because even though he’s allowed me to lead, I can tell he’s still very much in charge. He’s the dominant in this room. He’s just giving me the space and time I need to embrace this, the ability to set our pace, to saynoif I desire to.
I dig my nails into his shoulders and kiss him as my lower half presses into his erection. He growls in response, his hands leaving my hair to go to my hips.
My lips curl against his, loving the way he immediately grabbed me.
But he doesn’t dictate my movements; he simply guides me as I move.
I trail my fingers down his shirt, ignoring the buttons and going straight to his belt below. His lips part beneath mine, his exhale warm and minty as he shudders in response.
My name leaves his mouth, but I don’t let him finish, my tongue sliding in to duel with his as I work on his buckle and start threading the leather through the loops.
His belt falls to the floor behind me as I finish pulling it free.
Then I go to the top button of his trousers to pop open the material and lift up so I can start dragging down the zipper.
Kaspian grins, his grip tightening on my hips.
I understand why when I feel his arousal free itself from his pants.
No boxers or briefs. Just all smooth, hard man.
I press my hot flesh against his, wasting no time to feel all that masculine strength right where I want it.
“Fuck, Fallon,” he says, his grasp turning bruising. “I’m not even inside you yet and I’m addicted to your cunt.”
