Chapter 47 – Lumen
Chapter Forty-Seven
Lumen
The corridors get shorter the closer to the center I get. At least, I think I’m getting nearer to the middle. It would make sense. There are lots of options for turns, and I’m winded from keeping up a solid jog.
I stop to catch my breath, realizing how badly my thighs and calves burn.
It’s time to get back to a healthier lifestyle.
When I was bartending, I was on my feet for six to eight hours at a time, and I got a crazy number of steps in when I was a waitress.
Not to mention carrying around a heavy tray.
Trying to peek through the hedges does nothing, but I still try.
I take off again, making a left, and my heart rate picks up. I have to clear the three- or four-feet-thick hedge, but then I’ll be in the center.
My head swivels as soon as I step inside, and an arm hooks around my middle, lifting me off the ground.
“No! Dammit,” I say, struggling.
“Sorry, baby doll. You failed. I win,” Malcolm says, toting me across the middle of the maze. The light pink glow from his mask lights up the side of my face.
They are going to get rid of those pretty quickly, right?
Being fucked in the masks might be hot, but I’d much rather be able to kiss and touch them.
It is super fancy, and I totally get why they host weddings here. It’s easy enough to guess where they place the chairs and where the officiant and wedding party would stand.
There are four—wait, five—small steps up. The columns and roof are dark gray, while light cream-colored linens frame the top of the open space between the beams. My guess is that they can be let down to create makeshift walls.
A large mattress takes up the majority of the space in the center of the gazebo. It’s adorned with pillows and fancy sheets. No blanket, though we probably don’t need one.
Two large, freestanding heaters frame the walls. There’s a decent amount of space between them and the bed, but I can foresee us needing to shut them off.
I’m already toasty.
Okay, I’m actually sweating an uncomfortable amount.
That’s not very ladylike, but sex is supposed to be hot and sweaty.
Malcolm keeps me in the air as he climbs the stairs. He puts me on my feet, pulls off my shirt, and slides his hands up my sides. I kick out of my ballet flats to get that out of the way, focusing back on the handsome alpha.
“If I thought I despised this thing during the shows, I had no idea how annoying it really was until tonight,” he says, ripping his mask off and unclipping the battery pack. He tosses it aside, yanking me into his bare chest.
Jesus.
I’m not the only sweaty one.
His electric scent makes my head fuzzy.
“Fuck, baby doll,” he growls. “I don’t even know what I want to do to you first. Let’s start with this.”
My anticipation only grows as he cups my face in his tattooed hands, kissing the hell out of me.
Mal does this adorable thing where he smiles while he kisses.
He also raises up on his tiptoes when he’s really excited, then falls flat-footed.
He’s already ridiculously tall, but I stretch to follow his mouth, partially because I don’t want the kiss to end and equally because he’s just really cute when he’s hyped up.
He kisses me like he’s about to fuck my world up, and my nipples tighten in the cool night air. He teases his hands down my sides and pushes my leggings to the ground. They land in a bunch around my ankles, but I kick out of them as his palms come to rest on my hips.
He lifts me, smirking against my lips as he tosses me onto the mattress.
My tits jiggle, and my legs hang off the edge.
Mal plants a hand next to my head, stretching out over me.
“I’m going to bury my face in your cunt, mostly because I need K and Riser to find us before…
” He grinds his hard cock against my core, and I wish he would lose the sweats.
“Something is up with your scent. It’s doing crazy shit to my head, and I don’t want to screw anything up.
I also just really fucking love making you come on my tongue.
” He’s so cute, grinning as he kisses me.
The sound of someone coming up the stairs causes his head to whip up, and Mal growls, low and dangerous.
“It’s just me, chill.” I don’t have to see him to know it’s Kincaid.
Malcolm grunts and crawls down, burying his face in my sex. He loops his right arm around my hip and stretches his hand down to cup the bottom of my ass. The movement pulls my lower lips apart, and he shoves two fingers inside me.
I always forget that he’s a lefty, but goddamn is he talented with those fingers.
“Mal,” I moan, curling off the mattress and toward him.
“He’s good at that, huh?” K taunts, grabbing my arms and pinning them against the bed above my head. He lost his mask since I saw him last, and he tied up his mass of long blond hair. “Looks like you’re at our mercy, sweetheart.”
Mal circles my swollen nub, aiming directly at my G-spot, and I whimper, nodding frantically.
Sweat slicks on my skin as I writhe, trying to pin Mal in place with the backs of my feet.
I have an irrational fear that he’ll try to get away, and that can’t happen.
I need him to make me come.
Now.
With the way he twists his fingers in and out of my core, stretching them right before he pulls out, I don’t think that’ll be a problem.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Kincaid leans over me, giving me a sensual upside-down kiss that makes me kinda wish he wasn’t holding my wrists together. His bulge is right there, and the scent of his arousal is thick.
Malcolm works some magic on my clit, and an orgasm rips through my system with no warning.
Heat pulses under my skin, and I release a high-pitched keening sound that I swear I’ve never made in my life. It echoes against Kincaid’s mouth, and he pulls back, releasing my hands.
I didn’t mind being pinned down, but I guess he wanted to give me a chance to enjoy the euphoria.
Mal laps at my core, brushing that spot deep inside me that intensifies my pleasure.
I come for so long that my body ends up trembling and overstimulated as I tug Malcolm away with a handful of his hair. “God, Mal. So good, but also too much.”
He continues licking, letting out a low growl against my sex. Eventually he takes mercy on me, moving to suck and kiss my labia, which is much less intense.
“Are you okay?” Riser asks, making my eyes pop open.
I’m not sure when he joined us, but he kneels on the mattress next to my chest. His fingers feel downright chilly against my warm skin as he teases a line from my throat down between my breasts.
“No, I agree. She’s feverish.” The last part he directs at Kincaid, or that’s who he’s looking at when he speaks.
I frown.
I was about to tell him how happy I am to see him, but now I’m confused.
“I’m not running a fever,” I say incredulously. “I worked up a sweat from running through the maze, and it’s really not polite to bring attention to how out of shape I am.”
Riser snorts. “You’re in perfect shape, beautiful. Exactly the shape that makes my dick rock hard.”
I beam.
“You’re burning up,” Kincaid says softly, brushing my hair back from my face. “But as long as you’re feeling fine, we’re going to continue.”
“I’m great.” I groan, giving Mal’s hair another tug. “That tickles.”
Mal must be lost to the moment because he goes right back to sucking on my clit from where he was licking my thigh.
I release his hair to wrap my hand around Riser’s lower back. “I missed you. Kiss me.” It’s so rare to see Riser without a shirt on that all I can focus on is how best to get him to press all that warm skin against mine.
Ry grins, leans over my top half, and kisses me. His hands land next to my head, and he lowers his chest until it brushes mine.
I reach between us, dragging his sweats down. Grinning, I flick my tongue against his as I wrap my palm around his hard length.
My thumb circles his crown, and I practice jerking him while he shoves his sweats to his knees.
Damn.
I wonder if the band was tight on his balls.
An unexpected wave of cramping rips through my stomach, and it’s so intense that my entire body spasms. “Oh, God. That sucks.”
I pulse with heat, every gasping inhale soaking my senses in Riser’s chamomile scent.
“Shh, you’re okay,” Riser murmurs, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “We’re going to take care of you.”
“I need something,” I hiss.
Jesus.
I didn’t even know I could produce that sound.
I move to sit up, and Riser falls to the mattress at my side just in time to keep me from head-butting him. It’s only now that I realize Malcolm pulled free of my pussy. His forearms rest on the edge of the mattress on the outside of my thighs.
“You okay, baby doll?” he asks, tilting his head.
“I need you guys.” Nodding, I pull my leg over his head and flip over onto all fours.
I’m so slick that I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m dripping down my thighs.
I’m out of it as I pat Riser’s chest. “You, fuck me.” My eyes fly to Kincaid’s, and I yank on the front of his sweats. “You, get these down.”
They follow my instructions, and I plant that hand on the mattress, trying to figure out why the edges of my vision are hazy.
“Where do you want me?” Malcolm asks.
“Can you cut off the heaters?” I choke out, wiggling my hips as my core clenches around nothing. “I’m burning alive.”
“Do you want us to take you back to the cabin?” Kincaid asks, his huge hands landing on my face and tilting it up until our eyes meet.
“No, I want you to make me come!” I’m so demanding that it shocks even me.
Riser’s hands skim over my hips. I can’t see him, but I can tell it’s him just by his touch. Well, and the fact that I ordered him to do me.
Kincaid weaves his fingers into my hair, bringing his crown to my lips with his other hand.
My nostrils flare, and I let out another of those needy sounds.
What the hell is happening?
I don’t have the time to think it through. My mouth waters as the scent of Kincaid’s arousal hits my nose. He drips precum all over my lips, and I open for him, latching on to his tip.