if she asked his brothers to join them? Would he think her sudden thoughts of three sets of hands on her body perverted?
Somehow he seemed to sense her curiosity and desires, and he smiled. “Do you want them to join us? They will, but they won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Yes.” She said the word without thinking.
Orion and Sterling had frozen in place. They turned slowly and stared at her, and the blatant longing on their faces filled her with happiness. They wanted her, but they were willing to walk away if she didn’t want them, too. She’d never experienced a male willing to let a woman make her own choices with her body. She’d been property to Byron and nothing more. A plaything, a toy he could abuse at his whim.
She held out one hand to them, and they moved slowly back towards her. When they were standing in front of her next to Crux, the heady, masculine scent of their bodies filled the air. She inhaled. “What are you?”
“Hyena,” Orion said.
It wouldn’t have mattered to her what they shifted into, and now that her curiosity was sated and the momentary distraction from her raging lust had started to wane, she kicked off her flip-flops and scooted back on the bed. Going to her knees, she said, “I need you. All of you.”
They climbed onto the bed quickly. Her hands slid up Orion’s arms to the sleeves of his shirt, her fingers slipping under the hem. He ducked his head and kissed her so tenderly that it brought tears to her eyes, but she forced them away so she didn’t ruin things by bawling. When daylight came, when they found out her abused history, they’d be glad to leave her alone. No one would want to put up with someone with her baggage, certainly not three gorgeous men who could have anyone on the planet. Shoving aside the snarling worry from her wolf at the thought of them leaving her alone, she focused on kissing Orion.
Sterling and Crux’s fingers touched her arms at the same time, and her body jolted with awareness. How strange! Their touch was electrifying. She moaned softly and Orion’s tongue slipped into her mouth, sliding against her own as he tipped his head to the side and deepened the kiss. Crux and Sterling stroked her arms and kissed her shoulders but made no move to do anything more.
She slid her hands down her sides and gathered the dress, lifting it up past her hips. Crux and Sterling took over, helping to lift the dress up her body as she parted from Orion’s tempting mouth.
Orion’s quick breath had Sydney covering her upper body with her arms. “I know I’m ugly—”
Sterling’s dark snarl caught her off guard and she looked at him in surprise. His blue eyes flashed.
“You’re not ugly, you’re beautiful.” His thick fingers lightly grazed her jaw and he kissed her on the lips. “Truly beautiful.”
She wanted to believe him, but she’d been told so many awful things about herself for so long that she couldn’t readily believe what they said.
“The bruises,” she started and Crux kissed her shoulder, brushing her hair away.
“Show that you’re a survivor, Sydney. Don’t forget that.” Crux said.
She’d never thought of herself as a survivor. She’d never really given much thought to herself at all. With their encouragement, she dropped her arms and squeezed her eyes shut.
No rough handling, no pinching, just pleased murmurs and light touches. Sterling kissed her and she relaxed. One of Crux’s hands traced her spine and his breath cascaded over her sensitive nipple as he cupped one breast and kissed the hard tip. At the same time, Orion kissed her other nipple and ran his thumb along her inner thigh, just outside the edge of her cotton panties.
The painful desire that had swept through her eased with their hands on her, and she lifted her trembling fingers and brushed them through Orion’s soft blond hair. Her legs began to tremble and she felt like
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