wolves and she a sheep. They were tall, well built. Attractive. One had dark hair, the other light. Two devils, intent on debauchery and seduction. Their gazes were riveted on the woman, who turned her face toward the glass, and when she did, I knew instantly who it was.
The girl called Raven.
Her face was a picture of languid sensuality. As if she had all the time in the world, as if she wanted nothing more than to be their conquest.
Raven held out both arms and the men came to her. The dark-haired one stood in front of her and brushed the hair away from her neck to kiss the curve of her shoulder.
The blond cared nothing for kissing and moved behind her. He hiked her dress up and questing fingers sought the place between her legs.
I swallowed, shrinking back against the wall of Hadrian’s chest, wondering why my gaze was riveted to the erotic scene. I felt like I shouldn’t be watching such a display of abandon. In the real world, what they shared would have been private, but here…I couldn’t look away.
A dull pulse took up residence between my thighs and my nipples hardened.
Hadrian’s hand gently slid from my shoulder to the top of my chest and into my cocktail dress. He held my heavy breast in his palm and his thumb skated across my nipple.
Raven placed her hand on the dark-haired man’s shoulder and gently pushed him down. He dropped to his knees and soon his face was between her legs and he guided her underwear to the side and began to taste her.
The blond, not to be outdone, ran his fingers down the front of her dress, slipping beneath the fabric to caress her breasts, tweaking the tips of her nipples.
Like Hadrian was doing to me now.
Raven’s face was a mask of pleasure, intimate, on the verge of coming.
Hadrian pinched my nipple, causing me to inhale and a sharp needle of desire pierced me between my legs.
The blond man turned Raven’s chin and sealed his lips over hers, driving his tongue into her mouth. She reached around his neck to pull him closer.
I watched the three of them slowly sink to the floor like they were one entity. They all grasped for each other’s clothing; buttons popped on white starched shirts, zippers were lowered, but Raven was the only one who found herself almost entirely naked. Only her lace white thong and heels remained.
The blond lay on his back, pumping his massive erection. Raven eagerly crawled toward him and took him into her waiting, wet mouth. His face screwed up into a picture of desire as his fingers plowed through her already tangled locks.
The dark-haired man watched his acquaintance being pleasured and reached into his pocket for a condom. He tore the wrapper off and then sheathed his impressive length. He positioned himself behind Raven, spreading her legs wider as he nudged aside her scrap of underwear. Soon, he was guiding himself inside of her.
Raven lost her rhythm as she was being filled by the dark-haired man and the erection in her mouth sprang free.
The blond coerced her to him and reached out to play with her nipples. She went back to devouring him, her body shaking and shuddering.
Hadrian’s other hand slid down my waist to pull up the fabric of my dress. His fingers slipped across the lace garter I wore and danced across my skin to the apex of my thighs.
I instinctively widened my stance.
His fingers dipped inside my French lace panties and gently began to stroke me.
My gaze was still riveted on the erogenous picture. My breathing was heavy as I watched the blond empty himself into Raven’s eager mouth.
The dark-haired man continued to thrust into Raven from behind and eventually, his face grew taut as he came.
Hadrian continued to tease me between my legs as his fingers played with my nipple. I pressed back against him, unable to ask for what I wanted, but unable to stop the call of desire that crowed through my blood.
The three players in the gazebo collapsed to the ground. Raven reached for both of them, her arm sliding around the blond’s neck.
After a few moments, they collected their clothing, but didn’t bother to dress. They plodded from the gazebo, no doubt to find a bed so they could pleasure each other until dawn.
It wasn’t until they’d gone and we were alone that Hadrian murmured against my ear, “You liked watching them. I know you did.”