Dimitri’s scent filled my nostrils a moment later, so dark and heavy I nearly lost my breath. I wondered if a person could die from too much stimulation. Then his teeth closed over my bare shoulder and all thought vanished.
Nearly unbearable heat crackled over my skin, too hot to bear. I writhed desperately, pressing myself against Chase’s very hard, very excited manhood. My fingers dug into his shoulders and unintelligible words spilled from my mouth, begging for more, demanding more.
“Fuck this,” Dimitri’s growl sent shivers of hope like cool water over my blazing skin. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me from Chase. For a split second, I mourned the loss of them, then they were on me.
I fell back onto the bed as they descended like ravenous wolves, each coming from a different angle. Rough hands tugged at my clothes, ripping fabric, while other hands, gentle hands, delved into my hair and tilted my head back to bare my throat.
I lost myself, floating into a sea of pleasure that came from everywhere. My body arched and sagged, as lips, tongues, and teeth travelled the length of me, finding erotic spots I’d had no idea existed on my body. My skin burned so hot, I barely recognized the slight cool draft when my legs were spread wide.
A tongue touched the bundle of nerves between my legs at the same moment fingers filled me, impossibly tight, and moved.
I disintegrated.
My mind splintered into a million tiny pieces that sparkled and danced with light and love and pure joy. I heard my voice cry out in endless release and blend with the deep moans of my guys in a symphony as they watched me fall apart beneath them.
My bones melted into the bed, so heavy I wasn’t sure they’d ever work again. As my mind regathered, piecing back together like a languid puzzle, I marveled at what had just happened.
They’d completed me. They’d destroyed me. Then, they’d put me back together, whole, and fulfilled.
It really was a miracle.
I wanted more.
My lips turned up in a devilish smile that drew straight from the dark recesses of my mind. I had ideas, dreams, fantasies that I’d been subconsciously tucking away since the moment I’d realized the truth of our situation.
My body responded to the ideas and gave me the strength necessary to sit up and reach for the closest of my mates.
My fingers thrust into Dimitri’s mass of dark hair and pulled his lips down to mine. I was hungry, starving now that they’d awakened my hunger. It felt like an insatiable beast lived inside me, desperate for more.
I rose onto my knees, naked and damp with sweat, and pulled Dimitri with me. Without letting go of him, I reached back for Lucian and Chase, and connected with slick chiseled abs. Driven by lust, I splayed my palm on that firm flesh and moved slowly downwards until I heard Lucian’s hiss.
My breath escaped in a shocked moan at the size of him, at the velvety feel of him, at the sheer strength of him beneath my fingers. His echoed moan filled me with a raw sense of feminine power. He was my mate, mine, and I would give him pleasure. I would make him scream.
I would make them all scream.
They pressed in closer, surrounding me with hot, hard flesh and exploring fingers. Chase fit his mouth to the curve of my neck and traced kisses down over my shoulder, while his hands moved to cup my breasts.
The air buzzed with lust and need and smelled of sex. My thighs spread for Dimitri’s hand, inviting him to explore. When his fingers slipped inside me, drawing a groan of pleasure from the depths of my core, he growled and pressed his forehead to mine as his tempo picked up.
Pressure built again, quicker this time, as we undulated together, hands and mouths touching, licking, tasting. My hand on Lucian never stopped, never slowed, as his panting demands for “More!” spilled into my ear.
My head spun and my sight faded as pleasure rolled through me, building, building, until, impossibly, it crested again, and I screamed.
Behind me, Lucian groaned, sank his teeth into my shoulder and came.
I fell backwards, my muscles unable to keep me upright, and slid over Lucian’s chest as his body shuddered. My mind felt fuzzy, sated, and completely liquid.
My eyes fluttered closed as sleepiness wrapped me in its warm embrace. I struggled to stay away, to revive myself enough to give my men the same ecstasy they’d given me. My hand felt like lead as I lifted it to touch Chase’s chest.
“Shhh,” he whispered, lifting my hand to his lips. “You’re exhausted. Sleep now.”
“We have our whole lives,” Dimitri murmured, pressing a kiss to my lips that made me sigh and turn into him.
I felt them move around me, fitting themselves to my body, sliding their arms across to touch some part of me, and smiled as I slipped into slumber and dreams that made my body ache.
Chapter 4
They were gone when I woke to the smell of bacon, coffee, and eggs. Off to early classes and didn’t want to wake you after such a long night, the note, which I read several times, said. Beside the note and breakfast in bed, I’d discovered three freshly cut roses, one from each of them, and had set off to start my day in a complete daze.
I was so bleary eyed that I was nearly late for my first course. I slipped into English 2700 as the professor turned on the computer. I blinked and scanned the large room for an empty seat.
“Lexi!” A voice called out. “Sit here.”
I blinked in surprise at Cam, who almost looked like a completely different person than he had a few short weeks ago. His big dark eyes were highlighted with flawless makeup that was a bit extreme for 10:00 a.m. on a Friday, but nevertheless was stunning, especially with his flowing gold kimono and black cigarette pants. I was so struck by his couture that all my nerves floated away.
I took the seat beside him, noticing familiar faces from the English society room. “Hey,” I greeted them, grinning at Dina and Greg. “I didn’t realize you guys were registering for this course.” I eyed Cam again and shook my head. “You look fabulous, by the way. I have no idea how you pulled all this together. I barely had the energy to shower and put on pants.” A blush bloomed on my cheeks when I thought about why.
“Girl, don’t even.” Cam waved a hand towards my jeans and tank top. “If I looked half as gorgeous as you au natural, I’d live in yoga pants and tanks every day.” He tapped a navy-blue painted nail against his lips, reconsidering. “No, probably not. I love clothes and makeup too much. So, where did you disappear off to last term? It’s like you vanished. I considered calling in the police.”
The prof stood and turned to address the class, cutting off my response, thankfully. I whispered, “I’ll tell you later,” and turned to face the front of class.
The professor was an older woman, who, besides the alternating streaks of blue and pink in her silver hair, looked distinguished. She scanned the room, mumbling under her breath. Taking a head count, I realized.
“I’m Dr. Virginia West and I’ll be your guide through the perils and wonders of Middle Earth, English 2700.” She grinned, and her face transformed with light and laughter. “If you’re in this class, I have to assume you’re as much of an epic literature geek as I am, which will make us fast friends. If you have no love for high fantasy, I simply ask, what the hell are you doing here?” She scanned the room again, looking for confused faces, then clapped her hands together gleefully. “Fantastic! Let’s get to it then, shall we?”