Page 161 of Kings & Queen

“Alek—I mean, Master,” she practically squeaked, gulping in huge breaths. Nik and Ivan immediately moved behind her.

“Yes, what is it?”

“I need to tell you something.” Her eyes met mine. “I’m afraid,” she whimpered.

“I know. It shows in different ways. You tremble differently when you’re anticipating our touch than you are right now. Your voice is also different. You needn’t be afraid.” I traced her face, pushing her hair back. “We can stop at any time. We can stop now and not even begin. You hold the power.”

“Thank you. I’m just afraid I’ll disappoint you, especially in here. What if I’m not enough?” Her grayish-blue eyes teared up, and I melted.

“Kitten, you’ll always be enough. Trust me when I say you own each one of us in so many ways. The only way you’ll disappoint any of us is to fail to use your safeword when you need to. Now, I need you to trust me. Listen closely because your Kings have need of you.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, relaxing.

“I want you in standing wait position.”

Immediately, she moved, her body graceful and smooth. Starting with something familiar and easy would boost her confidence.

“Such an obedient girl. As I said earlier, we will take it slow.”

“Not too slow, though. Right? I’m not as fragile as you might think, Master. And I don’t want anyone missing out. I want all three of you. Specifically, I’m asking for all of your cocks. I want to end the night covered in cum.”

The three of us exchanged a look. Ivan stepped up behind her to the right, and Nik to the left. They each moved a hand from her shoulder down her arm to her wrists. As they both trailed their fingertips back up her arms and moved to caress her back, I stood in front of her.

“Look at me,” I demanded.

Her eyes flew up to mine as she shuddered under the caresses on her back. I put my fingers on her collarbones and traced the delicate area as her knees shook.

“Are you sure, kitten?”

“Yes, Master. I know what I want, what I need.”

Fire burned through me, and the muscle in my right cheek twitched. Featherlight, I trailed my hand down her neck. My hand curved around her throat, thumb resting just beneath her jaw, the rest of my fingers wrapping slowly across the column of her neck.

A soft sigh coaxed her mouth open, and thick black lashes swept down like curtains over heat-glazed eyes. Like a kick drum, her pulse beat against my palm, calling my goddamn name.

“You’re so incredibly sexy, my pet. I can’t wait to sink my cock inside you.”

With her head tilted back, lips parted, and breath catching, she whispered, “Oh, me too, Master. Now would be good.”

Unable to fight the urge to kiss her, I gave in. And fuck me. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, poured down my throat like fire, and when I tried to ease back, give her a breath, she chased it.

Mouth open, tongue greedy, claiming more, demanding everything. Her body pressed flush against mine, every curve a silent plea, every breath a promise I was seconds away from breaking.

Fueled by her neediness, Nik jerked her away and kissed her until she was gasping for air. Not one to be left out, Ivan pushed him away and hooked a finger under the straps that wrapped around her breasts and tugged her toward the bed.

He turned her around, and once the back of her legs hit the mattress, he barked, “Sit.”

She gracefully sat her little ass down, her back straight. He kissed her neck, tugging her head back until she groaned.

“Shh, little love,” he breathed in her ear, before letting his tongue delve inside. He pushed her down on the bed and onto her back.

Apprehension mixed with exhilaration poured out of her. We took turns trailing our fingers up her thighs. Her pussy pulsed in anticipation. She writhed on the bed, and I swore I was the luckiest man on earth. She looked so erotic lying there, waiting for us to fuck her.

A sweet moan drifted up as Nik leaned down and took one of her pretty pink nipples deep into his mouth. Ivan circled the other one, then took it into his mouth, sucking deeply. Laser focused on her pleasure, I trailed my fingers toward her wet and waiting pussy. A tremor ran through her, shoulders tightening justbefore her lips parted and a low, aching sound spilled free as my fingers slid between her legs.

I let them hover, and her breaths came quicker, shallow and broken, each one laced with need. A wicked smile bloomed on my face the second I cupped her pussy and pressed the base of my palm just above her clit. Pressing in, I moved my hand up and down and in small circles.

“Someone is fucking drenched, coating my hand,” I murmured, and she shuddered.