Tears welled in my eyes and I looked away from the man watching me with complete focus. But Rolf was having none of it. He lifted his hand to my cheek and turned me back to face him. “Why the tears? Are you afraid, love? Please don’t be afraid. We would never hurt you.”
“I know.” I tried to smile, but knew the effort was wasted as his pale green eyes darkened in concern.
“Talk to me, Sophia. I am yours now. Tell me what troubles you.”
I am yours now. The finality, the commitment in his words shocked me to my core in a way I’d not anticipated. I shook my head, unable to express the explosion of emotion welling up from inside. I’d been alone for so damn long. I leaned into his hand and let him wipe away my tear with the pad of his thumb. “It’s stupid, Rolf. I’ve just been alone a really long time.”
“Alone?” he asked.
“My mother getting sick, the Corellis who forced me to work for them. My mother dying. My job as an art dealer turning from something I loved into something I hated. That ultimately sent me to jail. Alone,” I repeated.
“Well, you now have three very protective, dominant, obsessive mates. You might wish to be alone again soon enough.” He spoke in jest, but there was a distant hurt in his eyes I would explore later. Right now, I just wanted to snap the thread of tension that had been building inside me for days. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. I was so fucking tired of waiting, of being alone.
“I’m ready, Rolf. Tell them I’m ready.” Hell yes, I was ready. Ready to be touched and held. Ready to believe that I’d never be alone again. Even if they didn’t love me, they wanted me. They would protect me and make me burn with lust. For now, that was enough. I needed to forget all about Earth, and orange jumpsuits, the mafia and assholes trying to kill me.
“You’re sure?”
I nodded and sucked his thumb into my mouth before running my tongue along the tip. “I don’t want to think anymore, Rolf. I just want to feel.”
Rolf kissed me, hard and fast before turning me around to face the empty doorway behind which I knew my other two mates watched and waited. My nipples pebbled beneath the dress and I thrust my chest out as the heat of Rolf’s chest warmed my back. He lifted the blindfold over my eyes and I allowed him to tie it. I blinked a few times, searching for a hint of light. Nothing.
I heard the others arrive as Rolf’s hands slid to my shoulders, pushing the straps of my gown down onto my upper arms. I held absolutely still as multiple hands settled upon me, began undoing my dress, brushing over every inch of skin they quickly exposed. I stood like a statue of a Greek goddess and let them worship me with their touch. I didn’t wonder who was touching me. Which man kissed along my bare shoulder. Whose hand slid down my spine. Whose palm cupped my breast. Whose mouth suckled at my nipple, or whose lips felt like phantom kisses on my thighs.
It didn’t matter. They were all touching me.
They were all mine.
Chapter Six
Erik
“You’re so beautiful, Sophia,” I murmured.
I would have to thank the head attendant at a much later time for the lack of undergarments, for as soon as the dress pooled at her feet, she was bare to us.
Gunnar growled at the sight of all her creamy skin, her lush curves.
“Perfection,” whispered Rolf as he cupped her full breast, as if testing the weight of it.
With her eyes covered, we looked to her body for her responses, the way she arched her back into Rolf’s touch, the gasp that escaped her lips, the flushing of her pale skin.
She was ours. How did we ever have doubts about this? About her?
We touched her gently, reverently, learning every silky soft inch of her. As Rolf played with her breasts, made her nipples hard, Gunnar dropped to his knees and stroked up and down her shapely legs, kissed her hip, cupped her lush ass.
I licked and sucked at her shoulder, then along the tender line of her neck, found the sweet spot behind her ear that made her sigh. When I felt her racing pulse beneath my lips, my cock pulsed. Throbbing against the front of my pants, I opened them and pulled my cock free. Gripped the base and stroked up to the tip, coaxing a slick drop of my essence to coat my fingertips. All the while, I kissed and nipped her flesh. Took her pert nipple into my mouth and sucked the hard tip deep.
When I felt the telltale wetness on my fingertips, I raised my hand to paint my seed to her other nipple and leaned forward to claim a kiss. I was the only one not to have kissed our mate, and I was tired of waiting.
The bonding essence in my seed hit her bloodstream as my tongue thrust deeply into her mouth. I’d given her just a hint of my need. All at once, she moaned and she…softened. There was no other word for the way her muscles relaxed, her skin warmed beneath our touch, her breathing lost its rhythm.