Broken Knights (Gifted Academy #4) - Michelle Hercules Page 0,55
as heat creeps up my cheeks. Morpheus and Phoenix are standing behind Bryce, utterly still, but the desire in their gazes can’t be missed. Morpheus’s eyes are actually the color of liquid gold now.
Bryce lifts his face to mine. “We want to be with you, Daisy.”
Deep down, I knew our relationship would evolve to this. It’s the natural course of things. But the old me who couldn’t have ever dreamed of being involved with four incredible guys at once is balking at the idea.
“If you don’t want to or you’re not ready, it’s okay,” Rufio whispers softly.
The two occasions where he and Phoenix took turns playing the voyeurism card comes to the forefront of my mind. It was a little embarrassing, but also hot as hell. My pussy throbs, already on board with the idea of a sausage party. My head is the problem.
“I’m afraid,” I confess.
“Afraid of what, darling?” Bryce looks into my eyes.
“That I’ll fuck it up.”
Phoenix chuckles. “Impossible.”
“You can’t know that. This is all new to me.”
“Do you think we’ve done this before?” Bryce asks, fighting a smirk.
I push him back, then get back on my feet. “I don’t know.”
Phoenix chuckles. “We were never willing to share a girl before you came into our lives.”
“Oh,” I say like an idiot.
Bryce steps closer, invading my personal space. His intentions are clear; he wants to restart things. I press my palm against his chest, halting him. I can’t believe I’m about to say this when my heart feels like it’s about to leapfrog out of my chest.
“I’m game.”
21
Daisy
“But not here. We’re not going to have an orgy out in the open where anyone can catch us.”
Morpheus glances in the direction of the bungalows. “We can find a place to go.”
Bryce laces our hands together. “Come on, love.”
My heart is hammering in the confines of my chest as we make our way back up the path. With each step closer to the bungalows, it drums faster. I’m on the verge of a heart attack while we wait for Phoenix to work the lock of the building farthest from Harry and Artex’s trailer.
Opening an empty bungalow is child’s play for him. He probably didn’t even have to concentrate. He goes in first, not bothering to turn on the light. We walk in the dark, and in the dark we stay. We don’t want to let anyone know we’re here.
“What hap—” I’m attacked by a hungry mouth that covers my mine. Phoenix captures my face between his hands as his tongue pries my lips open.
Not that I offered any resistance.
A pair of strong arms circles my waist from behind, pulling me flush against a wall of solid muscle. Rufio’s. His erection presses against my ass while his hands unbutton and unzip my jeans.
I go from nervous and unsure to horny as fuck in the pitter-patter of a heartbeat. Rufio’s fingers disappear under my panties, and when he finds my clit, my legs turn into jelly. If I weren’t sandwiched between him and Phoenix, I’d collapse on the floor. My jeans roll down my legs of their own accord—which means either Phoenix or Bryce is using telekinesis to get me out of my clothes.
Suddenly, Phoenix and Rufio are yanked from me. The loss of support makes me lose my balance and fall right into Bryce’s arms.
“Oops, careful, babe.” He laughs.
“What the hell, Bryce!” Phoenix complains. “I wasn’t done.”
“You were hogging her,” Morpheus says as he takes Rufio’s place behind me.
“Boys, don’t fight. There’s enough of me for everyone.”
Arching my spine, I stretch my arm, reaching for the back of Morpheus’s head. His lips find my neck and then my ear. When he captures my earlobe between his teeth, it sends a zing of pleasure straight down to my core.
A wanton gasp escapes my lips, followed by Phoenix’s and Rufio’s grunts.
“Damn it, we need a big mattress,” Phoenix declares.
I hear the sound of furniture getting pushed around, but my eyes are closed, and all my senses are distracted at the moment.
Bryce is kissing down my belly, going exactly where my need is greatest. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hungry before. When he places a kiss on my pubic bone, I throw my head back, moaning like a cat in heat.
“Fuck if that’s not the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard,” Phoenix breathes out, his voice tight with want.
I thread my fingers through Bryce’s hair, yanking at the strands as he