Before I could utter a word—not that I would have protested—Killian bent down and hauled me up into him, eliciting a squeak from me. Nipping at my bottom lip, he restarted our kiss.
Heat warmed my back when Damien stepped up behind me, running his fingers along the side of my neck. “Since you wouldn’t have protested.” His voice was low and smooth as he murmured in my ear, gently biting the lobe when he was done speaking. This was my second kiss with Killian— or should say it was my second make out session— but I hadn’t kissed Damien yet, and the idea excited me. The fact that I wasn’t skeeved out that they were both here with me told me how much I was warming to the concept of multiple mates like Rini and I had talked about. I’m sure the bit of alcohol in my blood and the encouragement coming from my Phoenix only helped to make me braver.
The feel of Damien’s lips on the skin of my neck made me buck into Killian, and he groaned into my mouth as I pressed against his arousal.
Bending his head down, Damien latched his mouth onto the back of my neck, sucking and laving a particularly sensitive spot with his tongue. Tingles raced through me as my body responded to all the sensations they were creating within me.
“You smell so fucking good,” Damien whispered as he kissed his way up to my ear, sucking on the lobe while Killian plundered my mouth, battling with my tongue.
“Kill, did you know this is a fantasy of Nix’s?” Kill broke our kiss as he tried to focus on Damien, and before I knew what was happening—my kiss addled brain was simply trying to keep up— Damien stooped and lifted me off of the ground. With Killian’s hands still on my ass, Damien guided my legs around Killian’s waist, pressing my center right against his friend's hard length. The way I was now straddling Killian had my skirt bunching around my waist showing off the top of my thigh-highs, garter belt, and my red lacy underwear. When Killian shifted his hands down to my thighs, he grazed skin, searing me with his heated palms. Damien moved in behind me, pressing himself against my lace clad ass. I could feel the rigid arousal trapped between us, and I wiggled, eliciting moans from both of the men sandwiching me. I was wet and slick for them in an instant.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Feel what you do to us.” Breathless, I tested out my new position, rocking my hips first into Kill and then back into Damien. Oh hell yes, a girl could get used to this. The alcohol burned warm through my veins, the liquid courage giving me the boost to do what I’d wanted to do. I wanted to please my men. I wanted to prove that I was enough for all five of them.
Two distinct growls rumbled through me “You’re more than enough, baby.” Kill’s low voice was gruff and sexy.
Two sets of lips landed on my neck, one on each side, and I keened in pleasure as they hit areas that made me flood my panties. I had a sensitive neck, and every suck, nip, and lick of tongue shot straight down my body. I felt my nipples pebbling beneath my bra, and each man trailed a hand up my body slowly, waiting for my permission. I could feel their desire through the connection that Damien had zinging between us.
“Yes, please!”
Killian claimed my kisses again as he cupped my breast over my clothing, palming the weight of it in his hand. Damien let his thumb graze over the hardness of my other nipple—pinching it to the point of pain which quickly melted into pleasure—and I started to rock between them. They were setting me on fire!
I didn’t think I could burn any hotter, but the second that Damien scraped the fangs of his alter against my neck, I threw my head back on a moan, breaking the kiss with Kill who didn’t skip a beat as he bit down on my shoulder instead.
I felt wild as they lightly marked me, and I wanted so much more. I don’t know where the thought came from, but I wanted to feel Damien sink his teeth into my flesh while Killian sucked his mark into my skin on the other side.
“Thank fuck.” I heard Ryder’s voice holler, breaking the pleasure induced fog that rattled my brain. “I am so done with this party. I was trying to track her down, claim her as ours, and take her the fuck home. Looks like you two got started without us.” Ryder was equal parts relieved, jovial, and intrigued.
My men didn’t stop their sweet torture; instead, they seemed to heat further under the watchful eyes of their brothers. Hiro’s eyes were glowing, and I could see the approval shining in them. Theo trailed after them, hands buried in his pockets as his eyes took in the sight of us. I hoped he liked what he saw.
Killian started to give a little grunt with each thrust of his hips against mine, and each low noise raised my temperature.
As the others drew near, forming a loose semi-circle in front of us, Killian and Damien lifted their heads, looking at each other as they communicated silently. With a grin, Killian slid me down his body as Damien stepped away. I couldn’t contain the small whimper that slipped from my throat. Were we done already? I was burning up and needed more.
“Turn around.” The huskiness of Damien’s voice reverberated through me as I followed his direction. Stepping into me, he breathed deeply. Even I could scent the pheromones in the air. They were driving me crazy, increasing my lust, and turning me on more with each inhale. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.” He scooped me up, my front pressed against his as his hands slid under my skirt, and when his hands wrapped around my upper thighs, I felt his fingertips grazing my pussy.
“Wrap your legs around him, Nix,” Hiro commanded, and I gushed, willingly complying.
When I spread my legs and wrapped them around Damien’s waist, he rotated my hips to rub against him seductively. The friction from the movement felt amazing on my clit, and I threw my head back and moaned. The guys all growled, reveling in my pleasure and scent. “That’s it, sweetheart. Use me for your pleasure.” He ground himself into me again as Killian stepped up to my back this time, pinning me to his friend—his brother. My body was on fire while my breasts felt heavy and tight. Reaching around me, Killian took both my breasts in his hands, caressing them. I had never felt need like this before. I felt like I wouldn’t survive if I didn’t have one of them inside of me soon!
“That’s it, Nix. Rock between us. Let all your mates see your pleasure,” Damien rasped, and I turned my face from the heavens back down to him. My hands were on his shoulders, but I brought them up to his jawline, running my thumbs over the ridge as I took in his features.
Lost in his eyes, I had slowed my movements, instead letting the rock of Killian’s hips drive me into Damien. The idea of Killian controlling our pace, pleasuring Damien and I as well as himself, had me spiraling higher. My breathing was ragged as I dropped my lips to Damiens. I wanted him to kiss me more than I wanted anything else in that moment.
“That’s the thought I needed to hear,” he whispered. He must have communicated with Killian, because when his hands left my thighs, Killian grasped my hips to steady me. Plunging his hands into my hair, Damien pulled me slowly to his lips, searing me with his controlled intensity as he claimed me as his with his mouth.