Page 53 of Captured By the Werewolf Highwaymen

“Naked? In the forest?” It seemed so defenseless.

“No better place to be free of clothing’s limits,” Des said.

“That sounds like something a practiced seducer would say,” she countered, though her words turned into a moan as he took her nipples between his fingers and pinched them lightly.

Des’s laugh was low and velvet. “No practice, only truth. Even so,” he went on, rousing her body through skillful touch, “we want to see you, sparrow. In all your splendor.”

She glanced down at herself, at the body that demanded too much for Arthur. His beliefs didn’t matter now. He was gone, and she was here, alive. She wasn’t alone, either. Two stunning men desired her.

“Very well,” she said. “But I claim the same privilege. Disrobe.”

Gideon and Des both chuckled.

Des murmured, “As our lady commands.”

“First, however,” Gideon added, “we’ll attend to you.”

The men rose, gently pulling her to her feet. She found herself being turned this way and that, two sets of hands divesting her of all clothing. Thankfully, since she lived alone, she’d taken to wearing simple garments, and it wasn’t long before she stood only in her shift and stockings.

When Des moved to peel her shift away, she held up a hand.

“Let me.” Never before had she stripped in front of someone, and certainly not in the daylight. Arthur preferred her in her nightgown or shift, both rucked up to her waist.

She drew in a ragged breath. Then, she grabbed the hem of her shift and pulled it over her head. The wispy garment fell to the forest floor.

Des and Gideon gazed at her. Mortification came in a quick, acidic pulse, but she beat it back as she looked back and forth between Gideon and Des.

Much as she wanted to curl in on herself, she put her shoulders back, and tipped up her chin.

Their gazes were hot and ravenous as they took her in, from her feet to the top of her head, lingering on the triangle of curls at the juncture of her legs, and tarrying on her breasts. They were rather small, her breasts, hardly able to fill out a bodice. Yet the way Des and Gideon looked at them, looked at her…as though they could barely keep themselves from ravishing her on the spot…

They each had thick, eager erections. Des adjusted himself in his breeches, and Gideon did the same.

Then, Des knelt next to one of her legs, while Gideon knelt beside her other. At the same time, they undid her garters before unrolling her stockings. As they peeled away the thin silk, they pressed kisses to her legs: calves, knees, thighs. Higher, until Gideon, then Des, nuzzled in the curls above her mound.

She clutched at their shoulders to remain standing.

It was almost a relief when they pulled back.

“I believe you wanted us naked,” Des said, with a wicked curve of his lips.

She did her best to stay on her feet as they rose and backed up enough to give themselves room. She didn’t know where to look as they disrobed, her gaze ricocheting back and forth. Des hadn’t put on a stock, and his waistcoat was unbuttoned, so within moments, he was only in his shirtsleeves, breeches, and boots. Gideon took a little longer, tugging off the cloth from around his neck, his long fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. He and Des pulled off their boots.

With quick movements, they discarded their shirts, and both men were bare-chested.

Even though she’d seen Des naked not but an hour earlier, witnessing his nude torso again made her breath catch. And Gideon…she hadn’t known men could possess such taut, elegant beauty, such lean muscle and sleek shapes. He was slimmer than Des, and just as stunning. A scattering of crisp black hair traced between Gideon’s pectorals and led to a fine trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his breeches.

Gideon held her gaze as he undid the fall of his breeches. She tried, she truly did, to look him in the eye, but it was nigh impossible once he freed his erection. Curved and thick, it made her mouth water.

And then Des also removed his breeches, and both men were as naked as she.

“You’re both so beautiful,” she said breathlessly. “I think…this must be one of my dreams.”

“Have you dreamt about this, sparrow?” Des asked, husky. “Two men?”

She gave a small nod. “I’d read about that. Couldn’t ever speak of it. I wondered if perhaps there was something awry with me, to desire something so…wicked. I thought I was wrong to want this.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Gideon said, stepping closer, “if everyone’s willing.”