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Luka

I lifted my ankle onto my opposite knee and watched while Savannah slipped from Ian’s lap to straddle Declan’s face. Her slender fingers gripped the headboard as he clasped his hands around her hips to guide her exactly where he wanted.

She arched her back as his tongue met her clit, her tits jutting into the air like prized globes meant to be worshiped and adored.

I nearly went to her, my mouth aching for a taste of her sweet skin, but I held myself back.

This was about my friends acquainting themselves with my alluring possession.

I poured myself a fresh drink from a decanter of brandy on the table beside me, then relaxed to watch the show.

Savannah moaned, her swollen lips parted in bliss as her head fell back from the pleasure Declan provided with his tongue.

Such a gorgeous sight, one illuminated from the lighting over the bed. It wasn’t fluorescent, exactly, more of a dull candlelight meant to facilitate the mood. It painted the room in erotic shadows, highlighting the exquisite woman writhing in passion while allowing me to hide in a corner and watch from my preferred chair.

Ian sat beside them with his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, his eyes fixated on Savannah’s face. I could see the awe in his features, the unrestrained desire to take her again coming through the vein throbbing on his neck. She’d just given him one hell of an orgasm, and already he was thickening against his trousers.

He glanced at me then, likely feeling the weight of my stare on him. His sapphire gaze held a series of questions underlined in undeniable respect.

I’d warned him over dinner that Savannah was unique. Hell, I’d told him about her months ago. But he’d chosen to believe this was just another of my passing fancies.

Tonight, however, I could see the understanding crossing his features.

Savannah was absolutely mine.

And now he knew why.

Declan shifted his grip on her abruptly, rolling her onto the bed, his mouth secured between her thighs. She yelped as her back hit the headboard, causing my hand to tighten around my glass, but Ian’s palm lashed out, saving the back of her head from hitting the wood.

My jaw clenched.

Declan could be rough. But if he broke my toy, we’d exchange words.

Just as I was starting to question my decision about introducing them, Savannah erupted on a scream that had me instantly hardening behind my zipper. Normally, she tried to swallow her pleasure unless given permission to cry out, but whatever Declan had done with his mouth and fingers had sent her skyrocketing into ecstasy.

Rather than punish her, I remained in my chair.

She’d punish herself over concerns of breaking our rule, wondering when I’d exact payment for her scream. And that would qualify as her penance.

Besides, I liked her screams. The rules were really only there to give her a reason to misbehave.

Sometimes she enjoyed a good spanking, but I sensed her mood tonight wasn’t as favorable. Nor was I craving such an activity.

Actually, I wanted to try something new.

But not yet.

Declan and Ian weren’t done playing.

“Did you enjoy that, princess?” Ian asked her as she came off her high.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied breathlessly, her tits heaving with her effort to inhale and exhale. I suspected she was still sore from Ian’s rough treatment, but she’d handled him magnificently, just as I knew she would.

Declan shifted back to his knees, his lips glistening from her arousal. “What do you say?” he asked her.

“Thank you, Master Declan.” Her sweet voice made me smile. Always so perfect in her submission. She was a fucking natural.

“Do you mean that?” Declan arched a brow. “Are you willing to prove to me how thankful you are?”

Her hooded gaze took on a sensual gleam. “Yes, Sir.”

Good girl, I thought at her.

“I hoped you would say that, Savannah,” Declan murmured, his innate darkness shadowing him in a black cloud of intention. “Now be an obedient little pet and fetch me some lube. I’m going to need it.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her limbs shook as she moved off the bed and toward her toy chest, demonstrating an erotic mix of exertion and excitement.

I knew my possession. She could take hours of playtime. Although, Declan seemed to unnerve her, perhaps because she sensed the same dominance in him that she did in me. It was why the two of us had stopped sharing years ago; we were both too alpha for one room.

However, tonight was a special occasion.

Which was why I’d invited him here.

He glanced at me from the bed, his dark eyes meeting mine for a long moment, checking in. I gave him a subtle nod to continue.

It wasn’t easy for me to allow him this control, but I wanted to give Savannah this experience.

Savannah returned from her chest with a bottle for Declan. She held it out for him to take, then awaited further instruction.

I admired her curves in the dim lighting, loving the way her stilettos gave her an extra few inches of height and shaped her calves. The mask was a sexy touch, lending her a forbidden glow that just begged a man to do twisted things to her.

Declan moved to the edge of the bed, his feet hitting the ground as he studied her naturally submissive stance. Rather than accept the lube, he loosened his tie and let it fall to the floor. Then he canted his head to the side. “Hand that to Ian, then climb up here and present yourself on all fours.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, doing exactly as he requested.

I set my glass down and stood, wanting a better view of Ian preparing my pet. It wasn’t out of concern—I trusted him to do it properly—I just enjoyed this part. Particularly, the way Savannah’s lips parted as she fought the urge to cry out and moan at the same time.

Anal wasn’t her favorite.

Well, she enjoyed it to an extent. It was the preparation she tended to dislike. But she was oh-so good at hiding it.

Yet I caught the glistening in her gaze, and the slight nibble of her lower lip, both indicators of her discomfort. Her eyes flashed to mine as I inched closer, and relief shone in her depths before she returned her focus to the bed, submissive once more.

Had she thought I left her here to play alone?

I frowned at the notion.

I would never leave her at the mercy of others, even my oldest friends.

Catching her chin between my forefinger and thumb, I tilted her head back to meet her gaze once more. Then I knelt on the bed and leaned down to kiss her thoroughly. She melted into me, her gratitude palpable.

Mmm, she did think I’d left her here. Interesting . I tugged her lip between my teeth, biting down slightly in reprimand. “You screamed without permission,” I whispered against her mouth, both to remind her of the rules and to let her know that I’d seen everything. I would never leave you , I was telling her between the lines. You’re mine .

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she replied, not offering me an excuse. She never did. And I adored that about her.

“I forgive you,” I told her softly, kissing her again. I couldn’t get enough of this woman. Her taste. Her little winces as Ian continued to prepare her ass. The tentative stroke of her tongue against mine.

She was fucking perfect.

And I owned her.

Heat warmed my chest, my claim resolute.

“She’s ready,” Ian said.

I hummed in approval against her mouth. She’s always ready, I said to myself. Then I locked eyes with her. “Master Ian and Master Declan are going to fuck you now, baby,” I informed her. “You’re allowed to scream, but I expect you to make it good for them.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, shivering in anticipation.

I stepped back and met Declan’s gaze. He’d lost his shirt and belt, revealing his athletic physique—something I knew Savannah would appreciate. I gave him a nod to continue, then returned to my chair to enjoy the show.