I wanted to go up to our room twenty minutes ago, but he wouldn’t let me leave until I finished, insisting I needed the food for energy and endurance.
Fire played in my chest at the memory of our all-night sessions. Vigorous sex with one or as a group, lots of different positions, pushing my muscles to extremes and my exhaustion to its limits. I thought a double shift at the ER was tough until my mates pleasured me for twenty-four hours straight. Now I faced three intense days of rutting with little sleep. By the end, I’d probably need to sleep two days straight.
Food began to expand in my throat, and I couldn’t swallow properly. My falcon was twitchy and didn’t want any more and neither did I. Zethan persevered with another forkful, but I pushed him away.
I took a sip of my wine to dull my animalistic side, but my shifter wasn’t having it, soliciting my mates with a shameless eye fucking.
Alaric’s motion on his plate paused, his fingers curling into a fist. “Anyone else struggling?”
“Fuck, yes,” they all growled.
“Let’s go then.” Slade removed his napkin from his lap, dabbed at his mouth, then tossed it on the table.
“Fuck, no.” Zethan placed one palm on my lap, the other flat on the table. “Our woman is getting her sustenance. She needs it.”
Possessed by my hormones and impatience, I shot out of my seat, making the lobster Zethan held out drop on the table. “Thank you for the meal, but I can’t take this anymore. I need to go to the room.”
Three of my mates launched to their feet, Slade steadying me, Castor snatching up the flowers.
Only Zethan remained seated. “One more bite, baby.”
“Goddess, it’s hot.” I clawed at the zipper on my dress, wanting the damn thing off to let me cool down.
Alaric clamped down on my wrists, tugging them to my sides, then zipped me back up. “Not here, angel.”
Ruthless heat swept through my body. “I need you,” I whined, unable to hold back my heat any longer.
Slade pawed at my hips and ass, his dark gaze a lick of flame that turned me to ash.
Castor’s hungry gaze practically made my clothes disappear without a care for the other patrons.
Alaric swept a hand over my burning back and heat dropped to my core. “All right, angel. We’ve got you. Come on.”
Zethan tumbled out of his seat and after us, taking up the rear as we left the restaurant, a hand on my back.
Slade picked up the bill and met us at the elevator.
“Fuck, you smell so good, Nurse A.” He pinned me to the elevator wall with his body, his palms skating along my sides, cock hard as stone and grinding into me. “I’m willing to risk getting kicked out for indecency.”
I didn’t care either and moaned my agreement as long as they relieved the dark need within me, made the ache go away, and brought me to climax over and over.
“How about a twosome, Genius?” Slade kissed a path down my neck, and sparks went off in my core.
Heat and anticipation rushed to my stomach as Castor crowded my back, inching Zethan and Alaric out of the way. My two snubbed men didn’t leave me dry, kissing my hands, arms, any inch of skin they could reach.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so hard for you,” Zethan croaked.
“My cock’s gonna fall off like Zethan’s if I don’t get inside you,” Alaric rasped, and I dragged my clawed nails down his arm for the joke. “Yes, my little bird. Mark me with your talons. It’s fucking hot.” He didn’t swear in front of me often, only when we were in the bedroom, and he lost control.
The damn elevator pinged before we got any action, and I whined. Slade swept me into his arms bridal style, carrying me out, down the hall, stopping by our door.
My body temperature spiked to dangerous levels. I needed dick, and lots of them. Grunts, groans, growls, guttural noises, lots of fucking, slapping flesh.
“Fuck! Hurry up and open the door,” I growled at Alaric, fumbling with the door key, lost to my scent and unable to focus on the task at hand.
“Give it to me.” Zethan snatched it and swiped along the keypad then shoved the door open when it beeped.
Slade carried me into the suite. Burning up, I didn’t take time to admire our accommodations a second time but caught glimpses of fancy furniture and marble floors. My men really went all out for this place. He took me into the bathroom, flipped on the water, tore off our clothes in a frenzy, and dipped us under the cold water.
