Three Trials (The Dark Side Book 2)(54)

“It’s not fair for you to know who takes your virginity,” he says against my ear. “You might favor them for too long.”

My heart starts hammering in my chest as heat swarms my body.

“I’m not really a virgin, so clearly that’s not an issue. And I want to see.”

“No,” is Jude’s response really close to my ear. “You don’t remember having sex. So this is ours to take, yours to enjoy, and all of ours to keep safe by not letting you get too attached to just one of us. Promise on our bond you won’t go phantom to peek.”

I hesitate, because that’s totally what I was going to do.

“I’ll know who it is based on the piercings. You all have different ones,” I remind them.

A deep rumble of mocking laughter comes at my ear as Gage gets close enough to murmur, “You’ll be so lost to sensation you won’t be able to pinpoint something as trivial as what piercings do what.”

A shiver runs down my body.

“Why do you have the piercings?” I ask, rambling at this point when I hear the distinct sound of clothing being shuffled off.

Now that my moment is finally here, I’m freaking out a little, if I’m being honest. I’ve dreamed of this for so long that it almost seems too surreal and overwhelming.

Understandable, especially given our newly discovered, daunting circumstances.

“Surface guardians get ink or piercings to signify their levels. We have the most,” Jude answers, sounding amused.

“Gage, lose the tongue ring so she doesn’t figure that out,” Ezekiel says.

I groan, and they all laugh under their breath.

But the laughter is gone, and my breath is stolen when someone grabs me by my shoulders and pins me to the mattress. The sound of me swallowing is all I hear when they wrench my hands above my head, only touching me at the wrists.

The huge bed allows for a lot of space, which they’re going to take advantage of, it seems.

Two sets of hands shove my legs apart even as I try to press them together, feeling a little exposed when they can all see me but I can’t see them.

The grip on my legs firms, and soon another set helps to pry my legs open, which has my back arching seconds before a mouth is suddenly on me.

My startled cry is swallowed as a second mouth finds mine, stealing all my sounds as the mouth fastened to my clit starts wreaking havoc on me.

It’s sensory overload already.

I come so quickly that they actually chuckle at me, everyone except for the one still between my thighs and driving me crazy as I clench around nothing.

It’s too sensitive, and I fight to get free. They hold me down, and I force myself not to phantom out just to get away from the pleasure that has a fine line of pain. Until I’m almost on the cusp again, another orgasm coming so quick that it’s sure to shred me.

Nothing could possibly be better.

The mouth rips away from me, leaving me just on the cusp, and I cry out in frustration. Arms grapple me down seconds before a strong hand clamps my hip, and something smooth and blunt prods my entrance.

I feel a clench down there, desperate to be filled, as two sets of hands roughly force my legs open wider. So many sounds and words escape me in unintelligible fragments.

Then suddenly fire rushes through my veins as someone thrusts deep inside me without warning. Every nerve in my body lights on fire, as an ache like I’ve never felt before doubles, almost feeling desperate for so much more.

A groan is muffled somewhere above me, before the hips pull back and surge forth again.

The hands on my legs tighten, and I feel the weight of their hungry gazes even as I’m forbidden to see them. The one inside me thrusts in harder, more urgently, and the hand on my hip starts lifting me at just the right angle.

I can’t control anything.

They have sole control.

It’s as maddening as it is incredible.

A new mouth finds mine, kissing me hungrily, as the man fucking me starts pushing me over yet another edge. My nails press painfully into my own palms, offering me just enough bite to keep myself from floating away when the third orgasm shatters me.

The body above me shudders fiercely, as they manage to hold onto their sounds much better than me, careful to give me no hint as to who is my current favorite.

I’m panting heavily as he clumsily pulls out of me, almost as though he feels as boneless as I do in this moment.

“I want to see your expression,” I whisper softly. “It’s not fair that you see mine if I can’t see yours.”

No one answers me as another body moves between my legs, causing a dirty shiver to spread through me when it sinks in just how deliciously wrong this all is.

It’s a heady feeling to embrace it and savor it. It’s almost worth losing their expressions in this moment.

Another mouth is one mine in the next instant. I always feel them come to me, but I never feel them leave me. They always stop kissing me when I’m too distracted to notice.

My body arches off the bed when the new man thrusts in forcefully, and they hold me open for him, making me take him even as my body still continues to shudder from the last orgasm.

He only thrusts in three times before he’s ripping himself away and flipping me to my stomach in one harsh motion. A grunt rushes out of me, but then I’m lifted into the air by two sets of hands.

When I come back down, my skin connects with warm, incredible skin, and I end up straddling one of them as his mouth fuses to mine. I’m so drunk on sensation that I can’t even discern the mouths kissing me from one to the next.