mon amour. Kain's voice sounds in my head, and I look up to find him smiling down at me. We love you, regardless. We will always be here for you, even if this place makes you crazy. We won't let you lose your mind.
Thank you. I tell him and blow a kiss to him.
“You guys are doing that weird bond talking thing again aren't you,” Creek says, his gaze bouncing between us and I nod.
“Tub's ready!” Roman announces as a knock sounds at the door. Kain flashes to it before I even think about moving and opens the door. Three of the blonde Luna lookalikes walk in, and with a snap of the first’s fingers, light illuminates the room, and I realize there is a chandelier on the ceiling.
Why use candles at all then? I roll my eyes but keep my thoughts to myself, though Kain's snicker makes me think I maybe broadcasted it a little louder than I intended.
The girls walk around us, not even looking at the guys, just acknowledging my presence on the floor with a small nod each. They lay the plates they carry on the table on the far side of the room, by a window covered in thick black velvet curtains, with gold trimming.
“For you. Enjoy your evening. We are available should you require anything else,” the first girl says, looking at me, her eyes hollow, and just looking at her makes me cold again.
“That’s great, we appreciate it,” I say, minding my words.
“Good night,” she says and they leave, again completely ignoring the guys, shutting the door as they go.
“Either you scared the piss out of them by not backing down from Luna, or these girls have a serious issue with men,” Creek says, his eyes wide.
“Considering what Callie said about Luna not being all that welcoming to men, and the fact that I've not seen any other men since we arrived, I'm going to say the latter,” I tell him, eyeing the food they brought up. Cold cuts, chips, sandwiches, and a few bottles of what looks like champagne.
Demons. Only they would put champagne with sandwiches.
At least this stuff I can eat after I take a dip in the tub, which looks awful inviting now that Roman turned on the jets.
I stand and Levi follows suit, and I realize all four sets of eyes are on me as I lift my tank top and unclip my bra. I kick off my boots and shimmy out of my jeans, standing in just my purple lace panties. “Hot tub anyone?” I say coyly, before hooking my fingers in my panties and dragging them down. I hop across the room to the tub, and sink into the hot bubbles.
Bliss.
Absolute bliss.
“You boys coming?” I ask as they each stand frozen, staring at me. My words seem to break the trance, they each strip quickly and I can't help but laugh at the clothes that fly across the room as they undress before joining me in the tub.
Roman grabs a bottle of Champagne and five glasses before jumping in with us, not caring in the slightest that his junk is out, the only one who seems slightly fazed is Creek, but considering our time in the shower with Roman earlier, I think he's coming around slowly.
I can feel my pussy clench with anticipation as each of them sinks into the hot water, all my men spread out for my pleasure. Our limbs meet in the middle of the tub, all tangled and piled up with no cares as to who is touching whom. I’m so turned on that I can’t wait for them to start touching me, so I do it myself.
As Roman is pouring champagne in each of our glasses, I discreetly place my empty hand under the bubbles and spread my legs, giving my fingers enough room to play with my aching clit.
With each, “Thanks, man” that I hear, I add a little more pressure to my needy bundle of nerves. I close my eyes for a brief second, enjoying the feel of my fingers gliding through my juices when I hear at least two of the guys curse.
“Ah, fuck,” comes from Kain sitting on the side of my busy hand, “let me help you, mon amour.”
“Me too, beautiful,” this time from Creek sitting just to my left. From either side of me, I feel their fingers sliding in tandem across my thighs before they reach my pussy. Behind my neck, they spread out their