By the time they pulled away from me I was pressed into the corner of the couch, practically melting as I stared up at the two of them panting.
The two hovered over me, self-satisfied grins on their faces as Edison nudged Rhodes with an elbow. “I think she’s going to like this, Rhodes, don’t you?”
Rhodes’ dark eyes met mine and I watched his smile grow even wider, sending flutters through me as he nodded.
His voice was low and gravelly when he finally spoke. “Oh, yeah I definitely fucking do.”
“I just don’t understand why you two insist on blindfolding me right now,” I said, probably a bit louder than I should have as I knelt in the center of the massive bed.
I was trying to figure out where my alphas had gone after sliding the blindfold over my eyes. Their weight on the bed had receded and aside from the occasional rustle and the swell of their vanilla and chocolate scents, I had no idea where they were in the cavernous space of the suite.
My dress had been discarded by the couch, leaving me in only my garter belt, stockings and lacy nude colored underwear that suddenly felt uncomfortably damp as I waited for the two alphas to finally touch me again.
“I think it was very necessary, pet,” Edison’s voice came from close behind me and I whirled in the direction of it blindly, reaching out for him and only catching air. “Ooh, that was close.”
“Quit toying with me,” I growled, hoping I sounded threatening enough for the two of them to give in to my wishes. But instead, I just heard a twin pair of chuckles that seemed to bounce off of the high ceiling of the suite and gave me no indication of where they were.
“We’re not, Perrie.” This was Rhodes this time and his voice was followed by the rasp of a warm hand down my back. For a moment I thought maybe it was his until I felt the edge of one of the rings Edison always wore.
Other hands began to touch me, caressing my skin and cupping my flesh. The surface of my skin was almost electric in the wake of their fingers and soon I wasn’t sure exactly who was touching me, just that they were.
“Do you like that, pet?” Edison asked, his mouth caressing the shell of my ear as both of my nipples were suddenly tugged up, lifting my small breasts away from my body and towards my chin.
The sensation elicited a gasp from my lips, a gasp that was quickly swallowed by Rhodes’ hungry mouth. I knew it was his mouth by the softness of the kiss and his overwhelming chocolate scent in my nose.
Reaching up I cupped his face, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw and the ever-present stubble on his face to confirm what I already knew.
If Rhodes was in front of me, then the naked heat at my back was that of my husband and the knees that were nudging mine apart were also his.
“Shall we get you warmed up?” Edison asked, again at my ear as the fingers at my nipples slid down my front, circling my navel before dipping underneath the waistband of my panties.
I’d already quickly come to realize that leaving me without one of my senses was making everything else that much more heightened, but it also left me guessing yet again as too many hands seemed to be traveling down to pull down my panties.
I lifted a leg to help them, eager to be touched in the core that had ached fiercely since we’d been on the couch.
“We’re going to play a game now.” Vanilla filled my nose as lips pressed into the space just below my ear, the sound of Edison’s voice vibrating along the column of my neck as he spoke.
“What kind of game?” I asked, my words muffled by Rhodes’ still seeking mouth.
Then, just like that, they were gone and the loss of sensation nearly made me cry out with disappointment as I remained kneeling on the bed with my knees spread.
It made me realize just how exposed I was to these two alphas and it filled me with a mixed sense of excitement and anxiety as I called out for them. “Edison? Rhodes?”
Reaching out in front of me, my fingertips just barely brushed down a chest that was covered in a fine layer of hair before even that was gone as Rhodes backed away from my hands.
“Don’t worry,” Edison’s voice was a little bit further away than I liked and the sound of some kind of bottle being popped open filled the air. “We’re coming right back.”
The bed shifted and creaked, sinking down again as the two alphas returned and I wasn’t sure if my mind was playing tricks on me or if I could almost sense where Edison was despite the loss of my vision.
My bond with him hummed happily, almost forming an outline of his figure in my mind as I turned over my shoulder and inhaled a deep drag of vanilla.
“The game is simple, pet.” I jumped as cool, slick liquid began to leak down my back, warming immediately on my skin as it slid in between the crack of my butt and dripped down onto the back of my calves. “We’re going to take turns touching you, and all you have to do is tell us which one you think is doing the touching. Easy, right?”
There was a pause before the same liquid began a slow trail in between my breasts and down my stomach.
“Won’t that be easy with your rings, Edison?” I managed to ask, my voice so husky that it sounded foreign to my own ears.
I heard him chuckle and the sound made me shiver. “Good call.”
Then the sound of metal hitting one of the wooden side tables next to the bed filled my ears, and just like before when he’d dropped them into the little tray on his desk, my entire body jumped at each plink, like he was plucking the strings of a guitar.
“Are you ready?” Rhodes asked, speaking for the first time in a while. I had a feeling that, when it was the three of us together, Edison would be mostly running the show.
I nodded, swallowing heavily and wishing that I could see what their expressions were like.
Were they full of the same dark desire that I’d come to expect from the two alphas? Or were they neutral, like touching me was more clinical until it came to the next part?
I doubted that.
Even if I couldn’t see I could hear their heavy breathing and the occasional growl, not to mention the thick waves of lust washing down the bond to me from Edison.
So, instead of worrying, I just focused on what I could feel as the first set of hands began to touch me, sliding along my breasts and spreading the oil-like substance over my nipples and giving each nipple a rolling squeeze.
The hands were bigger, the fingers on the thicker side and I leaned into them, gasping as whoever it was continued to play with my nipples. Each pinch and tug sent a lightning bolt of pleasure ripples down to my clit and I fought to keep my legs open instead of closing them to try and get some friction to the aching bud.
Then, all too soon, the hands were gone.
