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“We will never push you, Regan,” Lysander said quietly. “But what if you were the one in control?”

My heartbeat sped up. “What do you mean?”

He slowly untucked his shirt, then pulled it up over his head, exposing bare skin, ripped muscles. Fascinated, I watched as he reached for one of Kage’s hands and brought it to his chest. Kage ran his fingers lightly over the planes of Lysander’s chest, then hovered over a nipple, brushing it and tweaking. He lowered his head to Lysander’s chest, hands wrapping around his waist, and I watched him brush his tongue over the nipple. Lysander’s hands threaded in Kage’s hair, his eyes half-closed.

“Fuck,” I whispered. My hands were clenched by my sides.

“Do you like what you see?” Lysander asked.

I gave a tight nod. “But …”

“Tell us what you want to see next,” he suggested. “Instruct us.”

I exhaled slowly. Was I really going to do this? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. They weren’t going to touch me. I trusted them. But watch them? Could I do that? They looked incredible together. The thought of telling them where to put their hands, their mouths, their … “Fuck,” I whispered again. “Fucking fuck.”

Kage lifted his head to look at me. “I think that’s a yes, Lysander.”

“Shut your fucking mouth and take your shirt off,” I whispered. I clapped my hand over my mouth. “Oh, Bloodmaiden.”

Kage grinned. “That’s a good start.” He shucked his shirt off and tossed it onto a chair. “Trousers, too?”

I stared at his lower half, the obvious outline of his rigid cock pressed against the fabric. Kage was big. Really big. Then I made the mistake of glancing at Lysander’s crotch. “Shit,” I murmured. If anything, the Orphos man looked even larger. “What the hell,” I said, twirling my fingers and reaching for my wine glass again. “Take it all off.” I downed the bloodwine, then poured myself another glass.

Lysander stared at me. “If you’re going to drink, we’ll do this much. But we won’t touch you, not even if you ask us, too. Do you understand?”

I stared at him. “Yes. I understand.” They were going to protect me. Protect me even from myself. Now, that was … well, it was something. Then I realized Kage had stripped. “Holy shit.”

The Avari’s entire body was a work of art. But his cock … I’d never thought one could be, well, beautiful. His was big, golden brown, long, and silky smooth. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry.

Lysander stripped his trousers off; in another moment he was naked, too. He lifted his hands, running them through his silver blond hair, and I watched the biceps in his arms flex, suddenly picturing those hands running over my body as he pressed his cock between my thighs. Or his mouth.

I cleared my throat. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“Tell me to touch his cock,” Kage suggested, grinning playfully.

“All right.” I took a breath. “Wrap your hand around Lysander’s cock. Kiss him.”

That was all the motivation Kage seemed to need. His mouth crashed back against Lysander’s as his hand wrapped around the other man’s cock, stroking slowly but firmly. Lysander gasped against Kage’s mouth. His hands roamed over the Avari’s shoulders, touching and caressing.

“Lower your mouth,” I said suddenly. “Take Lysander’s cock between your lips.” I bit my own lip self-consciously, my face flushing. “I mean, if you want to.”

Kage was already on his knees. He grinned over at me. “Oh, I want to. Believe me, I want to.” He ran his hand up the shaft of Lysander’s cock. “But what about you?”

“Me?” I shook my head.

“No,” he interrupted. “What are you going to do while I suck Lysander off?” He looked at me with interest. “Why don’t you lie back on that couch and get comfortable? Maybe touch yourself?”

“I …” The wetness between my thighs wasn’t going anywhere, it was only growing. I watched Kage lave his tongue over the head of Lysander’s cock and made up my mind. “Yes.”

“Why not take off a few layers?” Lysander suggested, his eyes going to my legs. “You want to be comfortable, right?” Then he groaned as Kage took more of him in his mouth. “Fuck.”

I watched, fascinated, as Lysander wrapped his hands through Kage’s hair, tugging him in closer. “Well, fuck,” I muttered to myself. I wore a short, button-up black lace dress over silk stockings, nothing else. I reached my hands up beneath my skirt, grabbing the edge of the waistband. Then I hesitated. Fuck it. I grabbed the edge of the waistband and slid it down. Soon my stockings were a puddle at my feet. I quickly lay back down on the couch, feeling my skirt ride up my legs, hitting midthigh as I leaned back into the corner against a cushion. I suddenly felt self-conscious, knowing the burn marks on my legs must be showing.

“Fuck, you have gorgeous legs,” Lysander murmured, his eyes on me as Kage lapped at his cock.

I put my hands nervously on my lap, not knowing exactly what to do with them.

Kage popped his mouth off Lysander and looked over at me. Behind him, I could see Lysander’s cock, wet with Kage’s saliva, the tip red and glistening. His eyes gleamed. “Can we see your tits?” Lysander pulled Kage’s hair, gently but firmly. “What?” Kage asked innocently. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to see them, too.” He looked at me. “I bet they’re fucking gorgeous.”