“He’s been working very hard,” Corbus goes on, leaning back in his seat and flicking open the buttons on his shirt. “As much as he’d like to see this, it’s better that he gets his rest, yes?”
“Uh-huh.” Dash drags his gaze away from the screen, his eyes now burning with a mischievous light as they land on me. “There's a challenge for you, sweetheart. You think you can swallow down all those pretty moans while we feast on you?”
I narrow my eyes at him, since they’ve told me repeatedly how much they love the sounds they wring from my body. But beforeI can give him any sass, Lachlan presses a chocolate coated thumb between my lips. “I know how to keep her quiet.”
I’d roll my eyes at him if I wasn’t entranced by his gaze. Lachlan has such a boy-next-door vibe until he gets turned on, and then a darker, hungrier version comes out to play. “Suck, Katie, so Dash can open you up for us.”
I do as I’m told, anticipation prickling over my skin as Dash nudges my thighs apart and starts drawing on the quivering skin. They’re both crowded close, but I notice I’m still in Corbus’ line of sight. He’s unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, his hand now resting on the bulge in his trousers. I suck harder on Lachlan’s thumb, nipping the skin until it drags a growl from his throat. “You still hungry, Katie? Dash, why don’t you feed her your tongue while I lick up your handiwork?”
I groan as Dash leans down to open me up with a fast, hungry kiss. I can feel Lachlan carefully licking up the swirls Dash has painted on my thighs, and I shudder as his tongue rasps across my panties. The thong is already damp with my arousal, but I’m not expecting the whisper of cold metal as Lachlan slices it off with a kitchen knife. I hiss in a surprised breath but before I can protest, Corbus says, “Put them in your pocket and save them for later.”
“Better than a mint on your pillow,” Dash teases, nibbling on my neck some more. “Any other instructions, Alpha?”
“Put your fingers inside her, both at the same time.” It’s not that outrageous, given some of the things we’ve got up to over the past few days, but havingCorbussuggest it sends a bolt of heat down my spine. I cling to Dash as Lachlan lowers himself to a knee, their strong hands stroking my thighs and belly before they meet at my core. Two fingers slide inside me, and the delicious stretch is only more pronounced as they hold me open for Corbus’ regard. I can barely focus on the screen as hemurmurs, “She looks so warm and slick for you. How does she feel?”
“Perfect,” Lachlan rumbles, his thicker finger prodding my channel. My slick coats their hands, and as he swirls his finger deeper, he grunts. “But she’s making a mess on your table. Want us to clean it up now or leave it for later?”
I groan at the fact he’s askingCorbus, a million miles away, and in no position to dictate anything. But the alpha leans forward, his gaze fixed on my flushed face. “Omega’s choice. Would you like to come on my black walnut table or wait until you’re all cuddling in bed?”
Oh, my God. Corbus might have some intimacy issues, but he’s obviously a master at long-distance eye contact.
“Now,” I huff, grabbing Dash’s hair. “Please, don’t make me wait. I’ll do the dishes, or whatever. Just let me come, goddamnit.”
Dash ignores my frustrated tugging and circles my clit with a lazy finger. “What’s the verdict, Alpha? Do we give this hungry omega what she wants or make her wait until later?”
“Hmm.” Corbus sounds like he’s really giving it some thought. “I suppose there’s only one answer when she begs so nicely…”
The guys laugh, but my thighs are already shaking with my unraveling release. I drag Dash’s mouth toward my throbbing core, right as their fingers meet on my clit. Pleasure is burning up my spine, but I still send Corbus a beseeching glance. “Alpha?”
“Come,mijn liefje, and let me hear how sweet you sound.”
There’s no holding back after that, and I shudder on the table as my passion-soaked cries fill the air. When I finally drift down from my high, the blood is pounding in my ears, and I’m clinging to the guys as they lap and groan between my thighs.
I force my eyes open just in time to watch Corbus come all over his stomach.
Now that’s what I call a sweet dream.
“So beautiful,” Lachlan growls as he kisses his way up my body.
“It is,” I murmur, my gaze still glued to the screen.
Dash snickers at my distraction. “He’s like a fine European wine. It’s so fancy you want to save it, but once you get started, you guzzle the whole bottle until your head spins.”
A tiny smile pulls at Corbus’ mouth, but he definitely looks more relaxed as he wipes his stomach with a linen napkin.
I, on the other hand, am still covered in sticky fingerprints and chocolate sauce. “Can I just lie here a little longer before I deal with the dishes?”
The guys exchange an amused look, but all our attention snaps back to the screen as a sleep-rumpled Bram staggers over towards us.
“Dishes?” He palms his face, then peers from Corbus’ recumbent form to my burning cheeks and damp thighs. “What the hell did I just miss?”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - KATE
It’s almost impossible to wake up on the wrong side of the bed when you’re sleeping with two gorgeous men, and I sail through the next day with a very satisfied smile on my face. Lachlan is in an all-day training session and Dash is at rehearsal, so when I get a message from Bram asking me to stop off at the Paragon offices after work, I grab my latest project and hustle out to Hector’s car. It feels very indulgent to drive when the subway isrightthere, but the run-in with the alpha a couple of days ago was a good wake-up call. With my hormones on the fritz, it’s better to be safe than sorry. Plus, Hector is such a sweetheart, it’s easy to convince myself that this little luxury is just some convenient carpooling.
The foyer of the Paragon offices is everything I’d expect of a man with Corbus’ taste. As soon as I step through the front door, I’m greeted by silver leaf moldings, gleaming walls clad with Greek marble, and a rosewood floor laid out in a striking diamond pattern. A fitting choice, since this is literally the heart of a rare gemstones’ empire.
A receptionist directs me to the executive suite on the fourth floor, and when the elevator doors open, I find myself in a stark,polished space that reminds me of a museum. Picture windows look out onto Fifth Avenue, and white pillars are scattered about, each topped with a stunning jewel box in a glass case. I move slowly between them, shaking my head in wonder as I read the display cards. There are boxes belonging to royal princesses, famous artists, and former First Ladies, but I stop short as I realize I’m standing in front of Countess Adelisa Janssen’s bonding box.