I wore nothing more than a towel as I walked to the side of the bed and scooped her into my arms.
“Hey! What are you doing? I thought we were—” Her words faded and her cheeks turned pink with a delicate blush.
“We are, love, just not on the bed.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened as I carried her to the swing Gunnar had installed when we’d been asked to take a mate. The swing was designed for a woman’s pleasure. Wide straps would support her body and her limbs, holding her in place for our attention, and also restraining her movement.
I settled her back into it, looked into her eyes as I waited for her to settle—mind and body. I held her still as Erik took her left arm, lifted it out to her side strapping her arm and wrist in the thick restraints. He tested the bond, ensured it wasn’t too tight.
I didn't mind sharing Sophia with Erik. Or Gunnar. My mother hadn't given her attention or love evenly between my brother and me. I knew how that could hurt, could damage your soul. So I shared my mate with the others easily because I wanted her to have all the love we could give. I wanted her to know all of us, and I knew Erik and Gunnar wouldn't just take and take. They'd give. And at the center? Sophia. Always.
“I don’t know about this.”
Erik stopped and our mate’s gaze darted from Erik to me and back again. His was dark and intense, appropriate for what Sophia would be facing at the club. “This is mild, mate, compared to what you might see in the club. It might seem a little…scary, but remember, we will never hurt you. We will never take you without you wanting it. If you wish to refuse, we will understand. Gunnar doesn’t want you anywhere near the place.”
Sophia bit her lip and looked up at me. I shrugged. It had to be her decision. “Erik is right, love. If you can’t handle this, then you will struggle with whatever Gunnar has planned for you at the club.” I stroked her cheek. “And that is fine. We aren’t mad. Not in the slightest. We just need to know your boundaries.”
“Perhaps it’s good that we’ve discovered this here,” Erik countered.
Sophia lifted her free hand.
“No. Do it. Do whatever you have to do. I’m not letting that asshole kill Leah or Allayna.”
“Not at the expense of your fear of us. When we fuck, when we play like this, it should be all pleasure.”
“It will be,” she said.
“Not if you’re afraid,” Erik added.
Sophia bit her lip. “I’m not afraid. Really. It’s all just…daunting. I’ve loved everything so far that you’ve done. I’m sure I’ll love this.”
I glanced at Erik, then to Sophia. “All right. But if you need us to stop, we will. Immediately. Something to remember, love, is that you have all the power. We won’t do this to you unless you allow it. You give us your submission, but then we give the power right back.”
“I can say stop,” she replied, settling back.
“Exactly.” Erik nodded and we quickly strapped her into place.
I was pleased she’d taken a moment to understand. It would be better for her now, this knowledge that she was the key to the four of us, the central cog in the wheel. Without her, we were…just mere warriors. And all three of us were ready for more.
As I watched Sophia’s mind settle, become aroused by our attentions, my cock was so hard it felt like a lead weight between my legs, painful. Heavy. Her perfect body was laid out before us like a feast—her arms and legs were splayed wide and strapped into the swing. Her pink pussy was open and on display, hanging in the air at the perfect level for me to drop to my knees and feast. And, with her head leaned back, she could take Erik’s cock in her mouth as I indulged myself at her core.
Erik met my gaze and I saw an eagerness there I understood all too well. “Shall we begin?”
“Yes.” I stepped close to Sophia’s pussy as Erik walked to her head. I placed my hand on her stomach and spread my fingers wide, nearly covering her. Her skin was so warm, so silky soft. She shuddered at my touch and I knew she was ready.
Erik stood above her and leaned forward so his cock dangled in front of her lips as his hands rested on her breasts. “Are you ready for the rules, Sophia?”
Her pussy glistened and I ran my fingers along the slick folds, but denied her what she really wanted. No penetration. No rubbing of her clit. She would have to wait until Erik was finished with the rules Gunnar had given us.
“No one exists but us. If you look at anyone else, you’ll be spanked.”
Sophia blinked up at him in confusion. “But, there’s no one here.”
I chuckled and reached to the wall closest me. We were in the corner of the room, but as the shutters drifted open on silent gears, the wide-open windows allowed anyone on the upper levels of the fortress to witness our mate’s pleasure.