Chapter 6
Six
Luna
O kay, scratch going to their room. I need a new plan. One that gets those gems into my hands and me out of here without getting my body paint smeared. If I stay much longer, I won’t be able to walk away. One night with these three? If I let them have my body once, I’ll be addicted and then where will I be? An addict with no access to her fix because I stole from them.
Will steal from them, I mentally correct myself. I haven’t committed a crime yet.
All three men zero in on me. Jasper’s gaze darts from my eyes and to my mouth before dipping to where Voss has his mouth poised over my throbbing pussy. He reaches out and traces the tip of his finger over the edge of my jawbone before tipping my lips toward his.
“A virgin.” He’s not asking me to confirm, but I do anyway.
“Yes. I’m a twenty-six-year-old virgin looking for men willing to help me.”
“God help us, brothers.”
Shayne takes my mouth in a burning kiss. He slips his tongue between my parted lips and devours the taste of me with a masculine moan that has my pussy clenching for his brother.
Jasper gives him all of ten seconds before he’s turning my chin his way for a kiss of his own. And he’s as possessive as his younger brother. Cocooned between them, I savor the feel of their hands roaming over my body, their mouths devouring mine. And they don’t stop with just kissing me. They are starving as deeply as I am. I bury my hands in their hair when those mouths work down the sides of my neck, over my shoulders.
The Society is kept at a crisp sixty degrees but I feel like I’m living inside a cocoon of warmth between my men.
Not mine, I correct myself. That is dangerous thinking.
“It’s my turn to have a taste of the sweetest flower here.”
Glittering black meets slate gray.
“Jasper,” I hear myself murmur quietly between us. I’m caught in the aura of his power.
“Trust us, sweet thing,” he offers in an equally low voice, his lips moving over my tingling skin.
Shayne mirrors his brother’s thirst for a taste of my edible paint. Between them, my body relaxes fully in their holds.
“I do.” I don’t mean to say the truth, but no matter how irrational it is, I feel like between the three of them I'll never know pain, loneliness or fear again.
What is my heart telling my head? Lies, for one. I don’t know these men. And they don’t know me. Not really.
Between my legs, Voss returns to torturing my pussy with delicious strokes of his tongue from my virgin entrance to the throbbing nub of my clit.
Primal lust shoots through me. I can’t breathe. Hell, I don’t remember the simple action of taking air into my lungs. And I don’t care. All I can think about is three of the most powerful men I’ve ever met are all craving me.
I’ve left my safe zone and I’m firmly standing between three hungry wolves while I am coated in sugary sweetness that they all wanna lick off me.
Hell. Yes.
“We are going to make you addicted to the feel of a man loving every delicate inch of your beautiful body, tigress. Give yourself over and we’ll take care of you. That is a promise.”
There’s so much hope in Voss’ voice. My body softens beneath his touch as he holds me, unwilling to let me go.
Warm fingers come to settle on my face. I lean into Shayne’s touch. “Maybe we can convince you that a single night isn’t enough.”
My eyes roam to each of the men and I see the truth of Shayne’s longing in all their gazes. He speaks for the three of them. Not only does Shayne make it sound like this is the start of something much bigger than a casual fuck in the back of a dark sex club, but his words come out colored with possession.
I don’t think I am ready to admit just how fucking turned on that makes me. The chills and rush of adrenaline that rockets through me is puzzling as much as it is exciting.
Voss uses his thumbs to caress my bare folds while he takes in everything about me spread between him and his brothers.
“You will forget me the moment I disappear into the darkness.”
Shayne’s gaze is unwavering when Jasper rakes those black eyes off my body to hold mine captive. “Never. No one could ever forget a flower like you. Voss is right. You’re a precious jungle flower.”
He smiles at the small trimmer in my bottom lip.
“No one has ever been as kind to me as you three. I don’t know what to do with it.”
“Let us show you more,” Voss answers and as if he needs to prove how good he is at licking me so thoroughly, he lowers his head and does just that. I can’t take my eyes off him as he cups his tongue and gathers my hot juices on his tongue. “Fucking honey,” he murmurs after he drinks me down. “Nectar from a goddess.” With gentle movements, he pulls his fingers from my tight slit, brings them to his lips, and growls as the taste of my juices hit his tongue again. “I can’t get enough.”
I believe him.
Jasper reaches for the pin holding my hair in a coil on the top of my head. My hair tumbles loose.
Between my thighs, Voss delicately teases my entrance with gentle strokes. Not enough to make me scream through an earth shattering release. No, the man is working my virgin channel with a light touch, stretching me for what they have planned. I can tell this man likes playing the long game.
“I knew it would be silky soft in my hand.” All five fingers of Shayne’s hand wrap through the long lengths of my loose hair and my head is turned until only he fills my vision.
“You’re greedy, aren’t you?”
Any woman with half a brain would sense the darkness rolling off them. See the danger in their eyes. Heavily inked hands can only mean an equally tattooed body.
Maybe after tonight I’ll get some fresh ink as a sweet reminder of my three men. Getting their names tucked between the petals of the red roses spread over my abdomen would be a lovely touch, I think. A little hidden secret for me to take through the rest of my life.
Shayne takes control over my movements and holds me in place so he can devour my lips with his. He takes my hand and guides my touch to his impressive length. “That’s all for you, tigress. You make me ache to know your warmth, your sweetness.”
Stop. My. Beating. Heart.
This man is enormous.
Call it contact lust or feel good vibes, but I shove down the voice in my head telling me this is a bad idea and kiss my father’s best friends back.
And they taste delicious. Like men living with a fire inside them and with every kiss they give me, they share the flames.
Jasper passes my weight to Shayne so he can step back and strip out of his jacket to place it on the couch behind him. He settles his weight on the cushion and signals for his brothers to bring me to him. Voss withdraws his fingers from me and slowly raises them to his lips.
“You won’t.” I can’t look away as I watch the younger Ambrose brother clean my juices off his fingers.
“Like honey, brothers,” he says and then shares my taste with me. He comes in hot and fast, taking the back of my head in hand and capturing my lips in a hard, claiming kiss that I have no hope of escaping. His tongue pushes through my lips and he swipes the pad of his tongue over mine. His growl resonates deep inside me and lures my tigress to the surface. My hand comes to his chest and the hard pecs I find beneath my hands make me weak in the knees. What can I say? I love well-built men.
He tears his lips away, leaving us both panting and sucking in harshly. It is when he presses his forehead against mine and closes his eyes that I think I fall a little in love with Voss Ambrose.
“Pure fucking untouched honey.”
I moan into his mouth, unable to pull away. I’m not entirely sure I want to.
“You like your taste, don’t you?” Voss pulls me into him full and holds me so close nothing can come between us.
I drag the edge of my bottom lips between my teeth. “I like the taste of me on you,” I admit with a blush.
“You’re adorable, my jungle flower. I’m going to love seeing your virgin blood on my dick. It will be a gift I’ll cherish for life.”
I hold back and smile. Talk about direct. Now my head fills with visions of me spread between the three of them wondering who will be the one to be my first.
Voss bends and hooks his arm under my knees as he cradles me to him. I relax in his hold only to be settled over Jasper’s lap. Protective arms come around me.
“We’ll pleasure you now, sweet thing, but then I’ll have to excuse myself while my brothers take you to our room. Are you okay with that?”
Jasper maneuvers me to where I straddle his lap. The heat of his erection glides through my wetness. Despite the material of his pants, I can feel every hard ridge of his massive arousal.
“I think they will keep me occupied for the time you are away. But will you come back?”
“I won’t be away from you long.”
I swallow and try to calm my heart from tearing a hole through me, but this man makes me feel like I am the only one for him. For all three of them, really.
Jasper runs his hands through my hair, pulling me in until our lips nearly touch. “I can’t stay away from you if I try.”
He relaxes into the cushion with his head tilted back. I reach for him and loosen his tie. In a couple of seconds, I have the upper buttons to his shirt undone and the top half of his chest revealed to me.
I am right. The ink swirling over taut pecs is breathtaking. I can’t see the fine details in the low light but I can tell the second I can get my tongue over the swirls and blackness I’ll love every second of learning those details.
Black eyes stare back at me, and I feel Voss and Shayne move closer behind me. I’m surrounded and I like how they let little space come between us.
I push my hand beneath the lapels of Jasper’s shirt and pop a couple more buttons.
“Can I convince you to stay?” I lower my head and drop a kiss to the side of the neck, over deep black ink and then do the same to the other side. I need to buy some time, and it’s no hardship enjoying his body like he’s enjoying mine.
A low rumble of appreciation makes my core tighten with the need to feel him and his brothers inside my body. The wave of arousal he stirs in me is hard to control, but I tamper it down to keep my senses about me.
Muscles ripple and contort beneath my palms as he moves me to sit beside him on the long couch. Men like him and his brothers do not kneel for anyone, yet he moves to take a knee at my side. Holding my legs wide with his body, intent shines in Jasper’s eyes.
Strong hands move beneath my ass and grip the flesh. One tug and I am flat on my back. I walked into this place nearly naked so there’s little to hide me from his hungry gaze.
My head lands in Shayne’s lap while Voss lifts my other foot off the cushion. He unstraps my shoe so he can place mind-blowing kisses to the inside of my arch.
Fuck.
I shudder and moan in a way I’ve never done for a man. It’s a strange feeling welling inside me. One that has a fire lit in every red blood cell in my body.
Oh, God. Something else I didn't realize I love.
“Look, brothers. Our beautiful sweet flower is begging to be licked deeply and fucked throughly,” Jasper purrs seductively and then shocks the hell out of me when he says, “I didn’t expect you to be so…irresistible. Keep her safe for me, brothers.” He’s talking to Voss and Shayne but his eyes are on me. “Please don’t go away. It would break my heart to miss pleasuring you.”
Jasper’s fingers glide beneath the thin strip of elastic keeping me from being fully exposed. It’s still pulled to the side where Voss left it, but from the look on Jasper’s face, the piece of cloth offends him. Using two fingers Jasper slowly, almost reverently, spreads the wet folds of my pussy. My body jerks and I involuntarily roll my hips. The bead of my clit peeks out and I watch as my father’s best friend’s dark gaze takes in the sight of my untouched sex.
Unable to stop myself I trail the tips of my fingers over Jasper’s rough beard and then do the same with Shayne. Will it chafe my thighs? Will I love it or hate it? I can’t wait to find out.
Jasper slips a finger through my folds and passes the roughened pad over my clit.
I shudder under his touch. I don’t think I’m getting out of here untouched. Definitely not with my heart intact. And I’m okay with that.
Soft cords of music drift into our darkened booth as the curtain parts and someone walks in. With them comes a burst of cold air and I’m jerked out of the fantasy I fell into.
Suddenly, I remember where we are at. And why!
“Gentleman. Miss.” A high-pitched, business-like voice fills the booth. “It’s come to our attention that there is no signature in the ledger for your evening of pleasure. If you’ll do me a quick favor by signing this, I’ll leave you to your evening.”
A bucket of cold water would be warmer than the ice pouring over me right now. I jerk my foot out of Voss’ hand and I push at Jasper’s shoulders. I grab the first thing I can and cover my exposed body.
“You better have a damn good excuse for picking now to interrupt us.”
I’m not hallucinating their protective stances nor the way all three men’s already deep voices turn into growls of discontent.
Jasper is on his feet and standing in front of me before I can get my arms through the sleeves of his jacket. Shayne and Voss complete the wall of protective muscle, blocking everything from view.
The older yet beautiful woman points to the papers in her hand. “I don’t mean to cause any friction, but you must sign these along with your partner for the evening. It’s Society policy, gentleman. We saw her come in, but there was no signature in the book or on file beyond the front desk. Policy holds no matter how much sway you hold among the key masters.”
Jasper and Voss lower their voices to where I can’t hear what is being said. I tuck the edges of Jasper's jacket around me and search around for my shoe. In all the movement, I feel the subtle weight of something in the jacket and I instantly know what it is.
Diamonds.
Semi-precious stones, too. I don’t know which it would be, but the most terrible idea slams into my head at the feel of all that money at my fingertips.
My sister will have a fighting chance. All I have to do is walk away with whatever Jasper plans on fencing this evening. It’s not my fault he trusted a thief in a sex club. With this I can secure a place on the Belladonna crew and cover every hospital bill that comes my way.
Stella needs this.
“If you want to stay on the premises, you will need to sign, yes.” The hostess tries to look around the men, but they block her at every chance. I inch into the darker corner of the booth. The low light and their instinct to protect me from prying eyes gives me the out I need. I slip out of the opposite side of the curtain while the men face off with the Society’s work staff.
I put my knees to my chest and keep moving through the crowd. I don’t stop to admire all the beautiful men and women pleasuring each other or the shows. I take the stairs to the first level where the orgy in the ballroom is still in full swing. Damn. These people have stamina for days. I bypass the elevators and head straight for the exit that will take me past the doorman. On the other side, I slam on the breaks. If I go down, they could catch me at the doors. I go up, there’s only a rooftop.
Shit!
“Ivy, you there?” I press a hand to my ear like they do in the movies. Not that it does anything but I feel like I really need to have her in my ear right now.
“Listening. That was a quick fuck for having three men have a go at you if you are already done. Damn. I was making popcorn.”
“Change of plans.”
“I guess you don’t wanna be part of the crew then.”
I don’t know how I feel about that, so I push it aside for what really matters. “I need a fast exit strategy that doesn’t involve an elevator or a doorman stopping me.”
I get static and then a casual, “Why?”
I only get dead air over the earpiece.
Right. Ivy needs an incentive to help anyone.
“How does ten million dollars of diamonds sound?”
“Like you might become my right-hand woman, if it’s true.”
three beeps sound off over the ear piece. “You are really making popcorn? For fucks sake, woman!”
“What? Sue me. I was getting comfy for what I hoped would be a long night. Now, back on topic. Diamonds, you say?”
I knew she would see it my way. Money always speaks the loudest, no matter what form it comes in. “Yep. White gold. Ice. The fucking mother load.” I jingle the black velvet bag. Not that she can see or hear the delicate tinkle, but I can and it’s a mix of elation and fear that grips my insides with an iron fist.
“Get to the roof. There’s a helipad to the right of the rooftop lounge. I have a friend who owes me a favor. I need ten minutes.”
I’m already shaking my head. “Oh, no. Nope. I don’t know if I have that long. No. I KNOW I don’t have ten minutes to get out of here.” My heart is jacking into my ribcage so hard I’m seeing stars. My body still hums from the aftermath of their touches, too. It’s hard to think straight.
“You do or you will have to use the elevator. Your call.”
“Okay, but make it five because it won’t be long before I have three very pissed off men on my?—”
Metal crashes against a cement wall one floor down. I am stupid enough to look over the rail and catch the black eyes of those three would-be-lovers turn into the devil’s assassins.
I white-knuckle the railing.
“Shit!”
The heat of their anger slams into me and wow. Shit, again. Yeah, okay. So that is what a murderous gaze looks like. Duly noted.
I haul ass up a flight and then another before I break through the exit door and back into the middle of sex-drenched party.
I look back at the door and send up a thank you that the doors didn’t have alarms.
Cold air grips my nipples and this time, the pinch is not as pleasurable as before.
Trying to keep the sides of my jacket closed while I step over writhing bodies is harder than it sounds. “Excuse me.” I stumble and knock into a man with a burly body and a face made of pure sin. Bratva, my danger radar calls out in my head. “Sorry. Oops. Here you go.” I pass a double-headed alien green dragon dildo I knock out of the mafia man’s hand and keep moving.
Don’t look back. Just keep moving. I can add that brief encounter to my list of shit I never thought I would do in my life.
I go down one hallway and to the other. I tuck behind a wall of leaves and yeah, I don’t listen to my own advice. I dare a look over my shoulder and it is instant regret. Sure enough all three men I just stole from crash through the same door I just stepped through.
Keeping to the shadows and out of sight is hard when the walls are made of glass. Five paces in front of me is another door. One made of metal with a plaque on the front that I can't read in the low light. I don’t know where it goes, but at least it is something solid between me and them.
The only problem is, there is a keypad. “How are we doing on the exit strategy?” I hug the nearest wall and stumble my way through palm fronds and fat leaves I don’t know the name of.
“I’m not a magician, despite the rumors. Give me a minute.”
That gives me an idea. Between me and the door is an antique chest tucked against a metal support beam. I take the velvet bag out and slip it behind the heavy piece of furniture.
“Ivy, I seriously do not have a minute.”
As if it is meant to be, a man in a loincloth steps out of the door just as I reach his side.
“Hold that please.” No hello, no thank you. I jump through the crack. I don’t breathe again until it snicks closed with me on the other side.
I press my back against the cool metal and just stand there for a second letting my eyes adjust to the red neon light. On either side of a long hallway, are black doors with silver plaques.
I walk the line and read off the numbers engraved on the door. “Room one hundred and four. Room one hundred and five. One hundred and?—”
My heart gets closer to hitting the floor the deeper I walk down the hallway. It’s not the sex rooms that scare me, it’s the sudden realization that I’ve walked into a trap.
“There you are, jungle flower. You have something that belongs to us. We will need that back.”
I turn, caught in the wicked gaze of a beast on the hunt. And he just found his prey.