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I didn’t want my shadows to get turned off by my demands. But I wanted them to know that I was down for almost anything except piss. I would never let anyone pee on me. But they could cum on me all they wanted, as long as they didn’t get it in my hair. My gaze pleaded with Vayn to say something.

“Eyes on Rage, little one,” Vayn ordered. “Tell him what you want.”

My gaze moved to Rage. His intense stare made me shiver.

“I need to know,” Rage whispered. “So that I do this right for you. I know how to kill. I know how to protect. Teach me how to please you, mate.”

His words were just as sweet as his kiss. I blinked back tears and swallowed down my nervousness. I needed to be upfront and honest with them about my desires so they’d be upfront and honest with me about theirs.

So many relationships fail because couples are too afraid to share their true selves with their partners. I was nasty, and I liked it rough. I wanted to be handled in the filthiest of ways, but I also wanted to be treated like a princess. Just call me the princess of nastiness. I took a deep breath. On my exhale, I told Rage what I wanted.

“I like it hard and wild, with a little bit of pain, but do it with love because I’m your nasty little princess,” I blurted it all out before I could talk myself out of it.

With a growl of approval, Rage gripped the back of my head and pulled me to him, claiming my lips in a kiss that rocked me to my core. There was nothing cloudlike about him. He was all alpha male, fierce and demanding.

And he kissed me hard, just like I wanted. Yes! This was what I desired. This was what I needed. Punish my mouth. Treat me like I’ve been a bad girl. I didn’t say all of that. But I didn’t have to. Rage was doing just that without further instructions from Vayn or me.

“Rub her thighs,” Vayn told Dread, voice deep with lust. “Let her get accustomed to your touch.”

I shivered when Dread’s large hands touched my thighs. His touch was gentle also. I was okay with that, for now. He rubbed his hands over my thighs, then between them, caressing my inner thighs. His fingers inched upward. I shivered when his fingertips briefly caressed my pussy lips before moving back over my thighs.

That caress had wrenched a growl from Dread. The other shadows groaned. Dread continued moving closer to my lips, grazing them before moving away. He was teasing me. And I loved it, even though it was driving me mad. He lightly raked his claws across my inner thighs. Pain of the slightest sort. It proved he’d been listening.

“Check to see if she’s wet, Dread,” Vayn ordered.

This time, when Dread’s fingers reached my lips, he didn’t stop. He used one finger to rub between my slit. No claws this time. I moaned into Rage’s mouth as my juices coated Dread’s finger.

“She’s wet,” Dread rasped. “But she can get wetter.”

Could I? I didn’t think I could. And if I could, would I survive the sweet torture it would take to get me there? I think not. I was the more experienced one amongst these shadows. However, my experiences before had been lackluster.

I was pretty sure this was the most foreplay I’d ever received. And if they didn’t hurry, I would be coming all over Dread’s finger that was still rubbing between my wet folds, exploring me, almost dipping inside me but pulling back before making the plunge. Who knew Dread was such a tease?

“Rage,” Vayn called out. “Stop kissing her.”

A growl rumbled through Rage’s chest. He pulled away from my kiss, but he didn’t go far. He remained close, staring down at me, fingers still threaded through my tresses, gripping my hair tightly as a low, never-ending growl rumbled through his chest. His eyes said it all. He hadn’t wanted to end the kiss. I hadn’t wanted it to end either. But Vayn was in charge right now.

“Bliss and Rage,” Vayn started. “Her nipples look like they need some attention.”

Was he a mind reader? Seriously, how did he know? I arched my back, ready for them to touch me there. Still growling, Rage released my hair and laid down beside me until he was eye-level with my breast. Bliss placed his hand on my stomach and slowly rubbed upward until he was cupping my breast. Rage was too riled up.

His lips parted, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over it. Bliss chose that exact moment to flick his thumb over my nipple. My hips jerked. My heat grew slicker. Dread rubbed two fingers between my folds, then lifted his hand for Charm to see.

“Look at how wet she is?” Dread told Charm.

Charm growled and looked at Vayn. “I need a taste,” Charm said.

“Dread, rub her juices over her clit,” Vayn ordered.

Dread rubbed my essence over my clit. My hips jerked. It had been so long since my sensitive nub had received the attention of anyone other than me. It was nice to have someone else rub her for a change. Going forward, I would have five someones rubbing her. I felt like I’d hit the jackpot when it came to mates.

My pussy quivered in approval as Dread continued rubbing my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. Bliss lowered his mouth to my nipple as Rage placed one hand around my throat and tongued my nipple. My Rage was no longer being gentle with me. He was living up to his name.

But even though he gripped my throat tightly, his thumb was caressing the side of my neck gently. He’d understood the assignment and was treating me like his filthy princess. I’d wanted to provide them with a sensory overload. Oh my, how the tables have turned. I was the one on the verge of an overload.

“Dread, slide two fingers into her wet pussy.”

With a growl, Dread did as he was told. His two fingers slid into my core. My pussy clenched around them, happy to no longer be empty.