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the living room?" Dar offered me his hand.

"You might need a crane," I groaned. I hadn't gorged myself, but the food itself wasn't light fare. I was more than full.

Dar chuckled and scooped me out of the chair, careful not to bang my knees against the glass top. He smiled at me and let his eyes travel over my flesh as he walked us to the couch and sat down on the corner. I cuddled into his chest as he lightly stroked my back.

"I have missed you, my master." He lifted my chin with his blue fingers and gently kissed me as I stretched out over him. I expected Shea to sit next to me, but Ellis took the spot, lifting my legs and placing them in his lap. He offered me a smile.

A smile I returned. Then he started gently rubbing my legs through my pants and worked his way down to my feet. It was official. I'd died and gone to heaven.

"Does that feel good, Lady?"

"Very."

He continued his massage as Shea slipped into the room and shut off the kitchen light. "Movie?"

"Which one?"

"Dar has yet to see the Lord of the Rings. I was waiting until you joined us."

"Oh, hell yeah. Legolas for the win."

"What is a Lego lass?"

"Legolas. An elf. He's hot."

"You prefer the fairer of our races?"

"Nope. But Orlando Bloom is hot."

"Is that a type of flower?"

"Watch the movie, Ellis."

"Yes, Lady."

Chapter 11

My head was on Dar's lap, my legs were in Ellis's, and Shea was in my arms as I hugged him like a stuffed animal until the movie finished and the credits started rolling.

"That was astounding," Ellis said almost reverently.

"I agree," Dar seconded.

Shea was quiet. I'd been nibbling on his neck and licking his tender flesh for the past thirty minutes. I doubted he was capable of speech. The blue glow from his tattoos wherever my flesh touched his had been mesmerizing, but what was underneath those tattoos became more interesting.

"I love you," I whispered.

"As I love you," he answered, turning his head and smiling.

"And I love both of you," Dar said with a chuckle, letting his hand slide down my side.

Ellis remained quiet, but he hadn't stopped massaging me through the entire movie. I know he had pledged his very existence to me, but that right there, was at least the beginnings of love. His hands had to be cramping. "Aren't you tired?" I finally asked him.

"Of touching you? I doubt that day would ever come."

The rumble of Dar's laughter made my head shake.

You win. I sent the thought hopefully to just Dar.

Since he was the only one who smiled, I thought I might have succeeded. "Shea?"

"Yes, Lady."

"How about dessert?"

"I shall get it." He got up from in front of me and stretched, arms raised toward the ceiling.

"You already have it," I answered him, rubbing the bulge in his leather pants to know what I was talking about.

"What about the souffle?"

"Would you rather have chocolate or me?"

The little shit actually pretended to think about it for a moment, comically rubbing his chin. Sighing, I reached under my head and rubbed Dar instead. Shea gasped in horror before laughing.

Dar hardened under my hand. The sweatpants made it easy to fish him out and take him into my mouth as I rolled over on my stomach. The hands that had been moving over my legs all evening worked the backs of them, kneading my flesh.

"She is so beautiful; how do you stand it?" Ellis asked Shea and Dar.

"Sometimes, we can't. Her beauty and love are enough to drive us all mad," Dar answered breathily as I sucked him slowly, enjoying the feeling of him against my tongue.

I pulled him from my mouth with a little, wet pop.

"He's lying. I just drive them nuts." I winked up at Dar and kissed the tip of him, letting my tongue dance through his opening. I was rewarded with a little gush of fluid. Reaching up, I rubbed it over his head and then stroked the length of him as I engulfed him once again.

"We should get her out of those constrictive clothes," Shea said solemnly to Ellis. He stopped rubbing for a moment and then two pairs of hands began to tug them down my legs.

"We should move this to the bedroom. How big is your bed?"

Dar's chuckle should have been warning enough.

They stood me up, encircling behind me and shedding their clothes as we headed toward the closed bedroom door. Shea ducked ahead and opened it, flipping the