“You know he’s a sentinel.”
“Was. He’s mine now.”
Mark’s head jerked up at that, and he took two steps forward.
“He’s not quite enthralled. Interesting. You gonna fuck him?”
There was so much to those short, blunt words, and I turned to look at Jake. His smile twitched, his eyes shining with that crazy light, but it was refined, sharpened. It was like the Jake I usually engaged with had no focus, but now… Somehow, he’d seen this situation, and it had gotten his attention.
“Here? On this gloriously massive bed, with me looking on? Stroking my cock, if you let me, getting off on watching your human destroy that pretty little pussy of yours? Is he big?”
I blinked, having to piece together what he meant.
“I don’t know.” I looked back to Mark, running all the way down what remained of that suit that hid everything but the broad span of his shoulders. “I think so.”
To take any doubt from my mind, Mark’s fingers continued to undo his shirt buttons.
“I think you’re right. I think you want that.” He ran his nose against my neck, breathing in my bloom. “I think we want to see that.”
“So is this how it works?” I asked the room. “Is this a performance? Do you want this to be a performance?” I asked Mark.
He jerked his shirt from his pants, leaving it hanging open to display a tantalising glimpse of his chest, his hands going to his belt next. He unbuckled that, pulling it from his pant loops to the sound of Jake’s hiss. He shifted beside me, eyeing that length of leather in the other man’s hands.
“Let me help,” Jake whispered. “Mark’s hanging by a thread, gonna slam that cock into you hard. I’ll tease your clit so nice, suck your nipples, make it so good for you.” He nuzzled my neck, clouding my brain with his presence. “Please, love.”
“You OK with that?” I asked Mark, my eyes dropping, following those fingers as they slowly unzipped his pants. I couldn’t look away for anything, the slow appearance of his black stretchy boxers taking my whole attention.
“I just need you, Kira,” he replied. “I can’t think about anything else.”
I forced my eyes up to catch the chasm of pain that opened in him before he smothered that back down. Maybe this shouldn’t be the way things played out. Maybe we should walk up the hall, find somewhere private to lick each other’s wounds before we started licking something else.
“Mark…”
That was all he needed to sweep me from Jake’s arms to his, his mouth covering mine, forcing his tongue between my lips, sucking, raking them with his teeth. He wanted in me, anyway he could, and I wanted him back. My hands thrust under that shirt, feeling that rock hard familiar and unfamiliar body that had been dangled in front of me before being ripped away. “Yes…” he hissed between kisses as my nails scored his shoulders, “yes…”
I didn’t let my mouth pull away as I jerked that shirt back, leaving it bunched around his shoulders as I surveyed that damn chest. My hand snapped out and held his wrist where it was when he tried to move.
“Kira…” Mark fought my grip, but I ran a finger down his sternum, loving the unrelenting hardness covered by satiny skin. I remembered this body, this chest, him stepping out in that crazy kilt… He stopped struggling, stopped doing anything as my finger trailed down, just tried to catch his breath as my hand slid lower, until finally, I reached his open pants. I stared into his eyes as I pushed my hands under both garments on either side of his hips, then shoved them down. He was rigid for me, something I got to see up close and personal as I straightened up.
I grinned, that kind of open-mouthed, ‘are you seeing this shit?’ kinda grin, because damn. I moved in close to him, almost dragging my nose along him as I lay back, feeling that tantalising presence just out of reach.
“You must be half-scared to touch him.”
We turned to see Jake lying there, smirking, watching the two of us.
“Waiting for so long. So much ‘oh, but I mustn’t!’ What do you do when you finally have him in hand?”
“Not in her hand yet,” Mark growled. “Though I might be if you shut the fuck up. You’re the drummer, aren’t you?”
“Drummer, Kira’s love.” He moved in, pressing his forehead, then his lips to mine. “I can feel the rhythm inside him, Kira. It’s getting frantic.”
We turned as one to face Mark.
“This is the way we play,” Jake said, stroking my shoulder.
“Well, if she’s in the middle of it, I’m in. Move up the fucking bed.”
We both automatically did what he asked, Mark following hot on our heels.
“You don’t touch me and you don’t touch her unless I say so,” he snapped.
“Kira,” Jake snickered, “looks like you brought home a daddy.” His hands went to his pants. “I’m on board with those terms. Can I get naked?”
“I want everyone naked in as short a period of time as possible,” Mark said and shrugged his shirt off.
They ended up helping me as I had the most clothes on, boots and jeans thrown off the end of the bed, the hooks holding the corset together undone, one by one.
“Fuck…” Mark hissed when it was finally unfastened. “If you had any fucking idea how long I’ve waited.”
“We all ache for her, every single fucking one of us, and not just because she’s beautiful,” Jake said, turning my head. There was something vulnerable there, something that didn’t make sense yet.
“What made you come to the room?” I asked him gently.
“Because I need you. I keep fucking telling you that. The others are trying to be smart, give you time, make you feel comfortable enough to start something with them, but I can’t, Kira. I know exactly how he feels,” Jake said, jerking his head at Mark. “The ache that chews at your bones, that starts in your nuts and just suffuses your whole damn body. Even if it’s just to watch. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll sit right here and let him fill you full of everything he’s got. I’ll be so good.”
Mark looked down at the two of us, his eyes assessing the situation like he used to when he was guarding Jen. He nodded to himself, then pulled my knickers from where they were trapped around my knees, removing the last of my clothing. He spread my legs deliberately, glancing down, but his eyes got stuck.
“I’m going to eat you out.” Grey eyes met mine for a second before being pulled down again. “Because I haven’t been able to get your taste out of my mouth. Nothing I’ve drunk or eaten has replaced it, and if I don’t, I feel like I might fucking die. You’re slick and wet, and my tongue is going to slide effortlessly through you, collecting every drop of your wetness before I flick your clit to produce more.”
His head jerked up to look at Jake. “You are going to use all that longing and need to drive her out of her fucking mind. Stroke her skin, drag your nails along it, trace every damn inch of her with your fingers and your tongue. Make her beg for my cock. Make her voice break from wanting it. When I get inside her, I’m not gonna last long.” I heard the pain in his voice. “I want it good for her. I want her to feel like we feel.” He jumped off the bed to retrieve his belt, tossing it to Jake, who caught it with a snap. “Bind her hands. She won’t be able to help herself. She’ll want to soothe us, distract us from what we need to do. Take that from her.”