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The makers of his body might have used twisted magic to bring it to life, but they gave him quite a nice form to work with. Taut muscles define the planes of his broad shoulders and his quite literally sculpted chest.
I expect him to reach for me again, but instead he glances around at the other men. “You all know Ivy and what she likes better than I do. I want to see… what you each would do for her, to make her feel as good as possible.”
Stavros lets out a soft snort. “Looking to replace us all once you’ve added to your repertoire?”
Rheave appears to take his question at face value. “Oh, no,” he says hastily. “I couldn’t be you, just as you couldn’t be each other. Or me. But I don’t know—I never paid much attention— I think if I had more of an idea of the options, I could make her feel just as good my own way.”
I touch his jaw, bringing his gaze back to me. “You’re very good already, Rheave. I haven’t been disappointed with anything you’ve offered me.”
He aims one of his sunny smiles at me. “Then I can look forward to bringing you even more joy.”
Casimir grins. “A sentiment I couldn’t approve of more.” He nips the crook of my shoulder. “Who would like to provide the first demonstration?”
I suspect the courtesan is holding back so as not to intimidate the others. The carnal arts are the main focus of his training, after all. Just that tiny scrape of his teeth has set my skin alight.
Not one to refuse a challenge, Stavros twists toward me. He tucks his prosthetic under the hem of my chemise, the hooked loop of metal grazing my waist beneath, and his mouth curves into the cocky smirk that used to infuriate me. “I know what special benefits I can bring to the bedroom.”
As he uses his prosthetic to drag the thin fabric over my head, I shiver giddily. And then with a headier pleasure as he flicks the metal surface over one bared nipple and the other. A whimper creeps from my throat.
A faint flush has colored Rheave’s pale face as he watches, but he doesn’t stir from his vantage point.
Stavros catches the waist of my trousers next, and Alek helps him slide them from my legs. As the former general traces his prosthetic down the front of my drawers next, he wraps his other arm around me and claims his first kiss.
As always, the feel of his massive frame enveloping me is overwhelming even without the additional pleasure of his artificial appendage. With the melding of our mouths, warmth floods me.
Not breaking the kiss, Stavros lifts me right onto his lap. The incredible strength contained in that impressive body of his is a turn-on all on its own.
I’ve been carrying all my weight for a long time. It’s a release to be able to trust someone else to support me.
I sling one arm around his neck to pull myself deeper into the kiss. Stavros tightens his embrace so he can toy with my nipple between his fingers while returning his prosthetic to the dampening place between my thighs.
Rheave was right when he said that he couldn’t become any of my other men and none of them could become each other. There’s nothing quite like the sense of being so fully encompassed and possessed that the military man offers.
As Stavros pinches my nipple to provoke a flash of bliss, he works his prosthetic right under the fabric of my drawers. When the metal loop strokes over my clit, my fingers dig into his tunic. I moan into his mouth.
He’s gained confidence in using that part of himself since our first explorations. He works my sweet spot over until I’m shaking with need and then hooks the prosthetic right up inside me.
His breath scorches my cheek. “Yes, that’s what you need.”
I can only whimper in agreement.
Our kisses turn wilder as Stavros pumps the metal loop into my channel. He keeps the base rubbing my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. There’s nothing I can do but hold on through the waves of delight he’s summoning.
He tangles his fingers in my hair and devours my mouth even more forcefully. His thrusts speed up, propelling me over the edge.
My climax sweeps through me with another moan I muffle against his lips. Stavros holds me through my shudders and marks my cheek with a more tender kiss as I come back to earth. “It’s always an honor to feel you let go—and let me take you there.”
A breathless giggle spills out of me. “You can have that honor whenever you like.”
“Very good,” Rheave murmurs. When I look at him, his hands are clenched by his folded legs, but he stays where he is.
To my surprise, Alek makes an impatient sound before I even need to encourage him. “You can’t keep her all to yourself, Stav.”
With another sweet smile, he draws me away from the taller man. My heart aches with happiness seeing the assurance that’s so new on his mottled face.
As I set my palm against the scholar’s scarred cheek, he lowers his head to claim a kiss of his own. He leans into it, adjusting the angle of his lips, varying the pressure, flicking his tongue between my lips so I clutch at him even more eagerly.
He eases back with a glint of triumph in his bright brown eyes and looks at Rheave. “I didn’t have much experience to call on at first either. But the most important thing isn’t what you’d do with any woman, it’s learning what will give this woman the most pleasure.”
