"It was a close thing," Callum agreed. "So keep those legs open and stop worrying about what's right or proper. When we're alone like this, all you have to worry about is pleasing your Masters, and watching you come truly pleased me."
"Me, too." Oliver touched her head, stroking his big palm over her crown. When she blinked up at him, she was shocked to see how calm and present he looked. There was always a piece of Oliver that seemed to be somewhere else, but now he was relaxed and in the moment.
She'd given him that. She'd given him a little respite from the demons in his head. The thought made her sit up straighter, her spine lengthening as she spread her knees wide.
"That's my girl." Callum's hand softened on her breast. "Now kiss me. You haven't kissed me yet. My turn."
Finally she heard something of the man she usually knew. Sweet Callum lurked under the hungry Dom. She had to admit she found the two sides of the man utterly fascinating. He was willing to let his brothers lead when it came to business, but they followed him in this room.
She turned her lips up to meet his, surprised that he didn't immediately take over. He kissed her softly as though she was infinitely precious. His lips molded to hers and when he was finished, he pressed his forehead to hers. "Thank you for trusting me. I've wanted this since I first met you. I won't let you down, Tori."
Her heart constricted because she wanted to believe him. She wanted her fairy godmother to wave her magic wand and say that she could have the Thurston-Hughes brothers now and forever. Maybe her love would be enough.
She let the thoughts go. No decisions now. For tonight, she resolved to live in the moment. Just be.
Then she turned to Rory, determined to give her men what they needed.
CHAPTER TEN
Rory wasn't sure how long he'd last, but he vowed to feel that sweet mouth on his cock. Watching Tori writhe and moan under his brothers' hands had sent his thoughts reeling. He and Callum had worked with submissives together before but this was new territory. This was something he could never picture again without her. He'd never wanted to share a woman sexually with his brothers before, but this felt right. Meant to be.
He was in love for the first time and he finally understood what that meant. He intended to give her anything she needed. She needed the three of them and what they could provide. Nothing else mattered. Society didn't matter. The tabloids meant even less. Her needs. Her desires. Her love. That was what would rule him here and forever more.
There was such freedom in knowing where he belonged and with whom.
And right now his place was in front of her, his cock about to touch those perfect lips.
Tori held her back straight, her body in a lovely submissive position. She'd spread her knees wide, and it was hard to take his eyes off her cunt. That soft flesh had swollen a vivid pink. Cream coated her labia.
"Let me taste you first." He had to know. He wanted that taste in his mouth when she took him into her own.
"You want me back on the chair?" She bit her lip, looking a bit disappointed, as though she'd actually been looking forward to sucking his cock.
"No," Callum said. He sprang to his feet again, his hand dropping to the belt at his waist. "He wants a taste of your pussy. Something to tide him over. Use your finger. Offer it to him."
She hesitated.
Rory knew it was time for him to step up.
He tangled his hands in her hair and pulled just enough to make her scalp sting with the tension. "I said I wanted a taste, sweetheart. Are you going to give it to me or should I spank you?"
He wanted a turn at that, too. He wanted to use his hand to make her squirm and squeal.
Tori dipped her hand between her thighs, and he watched her eyes widen when she ran a finger over her clitoris, then between her labia. She raised her drenched finger, offering it up for his pleasure.
Her pink-tipped finger gleamed with evidence of her arousal, and Rory didn't hesitate. He grasped her wrist, bringing that finger to his lips. With a little growl of anticipation, he sucked the digit inside.
Sweet with a hint of tang, she was as spicy and hot as he'd expected her to be. He licked the arousal off her finger with a long groan, then it was his turn.
"Take me." He didn't have to pretend to play nice. She knew what he wanted and he could see from the way her nipples pebbled and her eyes dilated that she wanted it, too. She didn't need sweet and soft. That would come later. For now, she needed to obey.
She leaned forward. As he felt the press of her lips on the tip of his cock, his eyes nearly rolled in the back of his head. She kissed him, an oddly innocent gesture. He stood there, offering himself to her as she explored.