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“You’ll be warm soon enough,” he promised.
The Knights stood behind us, still dressed in their ceremonial robes. They stared at me with fire in their eyes, mouths parted like they wanted to eat me.
Luca stepped between my thighs, his hands roaming through my hair as he kissed me. With each flick of his tongue, the kiss became more passionate, like he was trying to suck the air from my lungs. We fought a silent war with our tongues, nibbling and biting and sucking until we couldn’t breathe. This went on for what felt like an eternity until our lips separated.
Luca released his hold on my hair, his hand dropping to my thigh. “Think you can handle all of us?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “But I will try.”
An evil smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Then he glanced over his shoulder at the Knights and said, “Disrobe.”
Sinking back on my elbows, I watched them strip off their robes. I was completely naked, so this would not do.
Luca moved to my side, sitting at the altar’s edge, arms folded over his chest. “Tell them what you want, my queen.”
I spread my legs wider so they could see how much they were affecting me. “Take off your suits,” I ordered, and they did as their queen commanded. “You, too,” I said to Luca.
He gave me a sexy grin, then started taking off his clothing.
Marcello wore silk Tom Ford boxers that hugged his thick thighs and an even more impressive package. With his fighter build and sexy ass body, I could hardly contain my excitement. And then there was my golden boy. Hot damn, Sonny sure could wear a pair of boxer briefs. His were dark gray and tight as fucking hell, leaving nothing to my imagination.
I licked my lips at the sight of Drake’s bulge… and Cole’s muscular arms that were like solid steel. My eyes moved to Bastian and Damian. They had the most sinister expressions, their gazes flicking up and down the length of my body. Finn and Callum stood beside Sonny, toned and tanned with their blond surfer looks and blue-blooded smiles.
I felt like a girl in a candy store, and I wanted to lick and suck every inch of them like they were sweet treats. Mine for the night. They were like a wet dream, a fantasy I never wanted to wake up from.
My legs dangled from the edge of the stone table. Despite the cold in the room, I ignored the chills rolling down my arms and legs. After having five men touch me at once, I wanted to be a bad girl. Luca indulged my inner demons, and I wanted nothing more than to unleash them on my Knights.
Luca was about to drop his tie on the table beside me when I grabbed his hand. “No, I want to use it.”
He shook his head, smirking as he wrapped the red silky tie around my neck. “My dirty girl,” he grunted. “Wait until I have you all to myself.”
“Marcello.” I raised my hand and beckoned him with my index finger. “Come here. You too, Drake.”
Both of them stood before me, their big cocks tenting their boxers, waiting for me to give them an order. I leaned forward and pressed my hand to Marcello’s ripped chest, kissing hismarred skin. His hand fell to the back of my head, his fingers weaving through my hair as I licked his nipple.
I inched my way down his stomach. My fingers hooked on the waistband of his boxers, and he groaned as I shoved them over his hips. He fisted my hair tighter when I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft. As I stroked his cock, I held out my other hand and looked over at Drake.
They grunted with each pull, holding onto me as I stroked them. Trying to juggle both wasn’t easy, but I made it work. Drake closed his eyes as if he were focusing on getting to the finish line. Not Marcello, though. His blue irises were on fire with lust, the same desire that had been present for years.
I’d always wanted a piece of Marcello, and I could tell he liked me, too. He watched the faces I made, each flick of my wrist like he wanted to remember this moment forever. When I stopped stroking them, they groaned. Drake’s eyes snapped open while Lonely Boy looked back at me sadly.
I shoved my fingers inside me. Silently, they observed me, chests heaving. Drake looked like he wanted to choke me for stopping so abruptly. Marcello just waited, patient as a python.
After I coated my fingers, I slid them down their shafts. Marcello’s eyes widened. So did Drake’s.
“She smells so fucking good,” Drake said to Marcello in a hushed tone.
Marcello smirked. “I bet she tastes even better.”
I dropped my hands to the table and leaned back on my elbows, my legs spread wide. Marcello gripped my thigh and made room for himself between them. He lifted me just enough to turn me so I lay across the stone altar instead of dangling off it.
Marcello moved to the end of the table and clutched my thighs, lifting me, and then his tongue parted my slick folds. I screamed as he devoured me like a hungry beast, my legsshaking with each of his tentative licks. He peeked up at me, his messy dark hair falling onto his forehead as he lapped up my juices.
Drake was at my side, dipping his head down to suck on my nipple, which was hard enough to cut through glass. My insides felt as if they were on fire from Marcello’s skilled tongue. He thrust his fingers inside me, sucking on my clit, tugging on it with his teeth. Dangerous and wild, he looked like an animal. Licking, sucking, biting, taking what he wanted.
They were all hunters.
My Knights.