Theirs to Protect - Julia Sykes Page 0,41

than the diamonds that adorned me.

I wasn’t sure how long we stood there, basking in our love and perfect contentment with one another. After a while, Joseph stepped away. Cool air washed over my skin where he was supposed to be, but he shot me a crooked smile filled with wicked promises. He crossed to the small dining table and retrieved the ceramic pot of chocolate sauce from beneath the silver platter.

“Is that for me?” I licked my lips in anticipation of the sweet treat.

He chuckled, indulgent. “It’s for all of us, greedy girl.”

He returned to us, and Marco reached out to dip two fingers into the dark chocolate. He lifted them to my mouth, his eyes locking on mine in the mirror. My lips parted in anticipation, and he traced them, the silky glide of chocolate layering over the soft tingle elicited by his callouses against my skin.

Lust rolled through my body in a slow shudder. Marco slowly pushed his fingers into my mouth, and Joseph dropped to his knees. As Daddy painted my tongue with sweetness, my Master coated his own fingers with chocolate and began trailing them over my stomach. He traced each letter with aching care, every brush of his hand awakening my flesh beneath his heated touch. M I N E.

By the time he finished, I was licking Marco’s fingers as though they were my favorite ice cream, feverishly swirling my tongue around him. Joseph sat back on his heels, grinning up at me with a euphoric light in his eyes. He was so beautiful when he lost himself in our games. When he lost himself in me. In us.

A rivulet of chocolate dripped from the N, tracing a warm trail down to my desire-slick sex. My core ached to be filled, and my clit throbbed with each beat of my heart. Joseph locked me in his crystalline gaze as he slowly dipped his head between my legs. I gasped when he caught the drop of chocolate on his tongue, just before it hit my clit.

Instead of dipping lower to my needy pussy, he licked his way up my stomach, catching each drip of chocolate from the sweet brand he’d traced on my skin. His tongue swirled around my navel, and the sensation was almost unbearable. My fingers sank into his hair, instinctively struggling to urge him where I needed him most.

Molten heat flooded my belly, gathering between my legs. My desire was so keen that my body hurt with need.

Marco made a low sound of admonishment and pushed his fingers deep into my throat, commanding my attention. My hold on Joseph’s hair eased on a whimper, and bliss swirled through the physical ache as I submitted to their torment.

Joseph continued to lick and tease, slowly working his way down to my sex.

Satisfied that I’d thoroughly cleaned his fingers, Marco freed them from my mouth, allowing me to draw a full breath for the first time in minutes. My head swam at the sudden rush of oxygen, and he braced one strong arm around my waist to hold me upright. Joseph’s hands cupped my ass, supporting my weight as his tongue flicked my clit.

“Oh!” My head dropped back onto Marco’s shoulder. All I could do was quiver and pant, trapped between the cruelly beautiful men that I loved.

Marco coated his fingers in the chocolate sauce once again, but he didn’t bring them to my lips. Instead, he began to paint a sweet pattern on my chest, drawing directly over my heart. I looked down and watched him trace a stylized heart shape just above where mine beat for him and Joseph. He drew two diagonal lines, piercing the heart with two arrows, one for each of them.

A delighted giggle bubbled from my chest. “Are you doodling on me?”

Marco nipped at my ear, a small reprimand for my teasing. “Yes,” he rumbled. “Make her come, Joseph. Make her come until she begs you to stop.”

He obeyed, sucking my clit into his mouth. I cried out, writhing in their iron hold. He feasted on me, dragging me to the edge of orgasm with ruthless skill. Marco erased his doodles with his tongue, flicking my nipples and tormenting my breasts until I screamed out my orgasm.

“Another,” Marco growled before I’d finished coming down from my ecstatic high.

My men worked my body with expert precision, triggering every single one of my pleasure points that they’d mapped out over months of thorough exploration. I lost track of my orgasms, and