Page 13 of Revenge

I bit down hard on my lip and groaned. This is the point where I should tell them to go to hell and stop trying to take control, but this was how I would get them to trust me so I could learn enough of their secrets to bury them. I had to make it seem like they were manipulating me. Sensations rippled up my legs from their touches, and I clenched my core muscles and huffed out a breath.

The triumvirate had worked out a weakness I didn’t even know I had. Having them both at my feet, both attentive and ready to give me pleasure made the pulse between my legs pound with need.

“Will you let me take off those tights?” asked Blake.

“Oh!” I panted. This wasn’t fair. With a few deft movements, they’d broken through my defenses. The worst part was that they were doing exactly what I’d asked. I lifted my hips off the leather armchair and eased my thick tights down to the tops my thighs.

Blake chuckled, the sound low and deep. “Now, may we atone?”

Henry grinned. “Let us.”

When I gave them the tiniest of nods, each took their time in pulling down my tights. Henry caressed each inch of flesh he exposed, while Blake kissed it. Edward pulled the last set of curtains closed, plunging the room into semi-darkness. Any inhibitions I had evaporated, and my muscles turned to mush.

While Henry worshipped my left foot with his fingers and thumbs, Blake kissed and nibbled and licked a path from my toes, past my ankle, and up my calves.

Pleasure trickled up my thighs and gathered between my legs, making me bite down on my lip to suppress a groan. This wasn’t the reunion I’d expected, but I couldn’t complain.

With strong, firm fingers, Edward kneaded the stiff knots out of my shoulders, making my head loll to one side. I closed my eyes, marveling at the attention of the three males. Henry’s mouth engulfed my toes, and the low, ecstatic groans he made as he sucked them caused the muscles of my core to ripple. Blake wedged my leg open and lapped at a sensitive spot in the corner of my knee. His heavy breathing, in synch with my own panting breaths, broadcasted his arousal.

“See how good it can be with three men?” Edward murmured into my ear. He sucked my lobe between his lips, making me gasp. I didn’t even know my ears could be that sensitive. “We can take your body places you never thought possible.”

Blake’s kisses traveled up my thighs, each promising the most intense pleasure if I parted my legs wide enough to let him reach the top. I squeezed my legs together, trapping his head. I might be enjoying myself, but I wouldn’t lose control… yet.

“Let me in.” Blake’s voice was muffled.

Edward’s hands slipped over the fabric covering my breasts, and he circled my nipples with the tips of his fingers. Little lightning bolts of pleasure sparked and added to the sensations building in my aching core.

“Relax, Emilia,” he said in that low, commanding voice. “Let us give you what you need.”

Henry drew back, releasing my toe from his mouth with a pop, then ran his tongue along the arch of my foot, setting every nerve ending alight.

“Oh!” My back arched, and my legs splayed out. That had been… intense.

Blake’s head reached the juncture of my thighs, and he mouthed at my panties.

A breath caught in the back of my throat. “W-what are you doing?”

His low chuckle reverberated against my flesh. “Do I need to spell it out?”

My tongue darted out to wet my bottom lip.

He hooked his hand under both thighs and spread them further apart. “Permission to remove these pesky knickers.”

“N-no.” I regretted the words the moment I said them.

“Then you won’t object to me pulling them to one side,” he said, voice smug.

I bucked my hips in reply.

Blake mouthed at the fabric, applying the smallest amount of pressure against my throbbing nub. A frustrated groan resounded in the back of my throat, making him chuckle. “Impatient? I like that in a woman.”

“Get on with it, or we’ll swap places,” snapped Henry.

Blake pulled my panties to the side, and a gust of air hit my wet folds. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. “She’s just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside.”

A laugh huffed out from my throat. “Th-that phrase refers to personality.”

“Not the way I use it.” He moved in with a slow, sensual slide of his tongue that traveled up from my core to my throbbing bundle of nerves.