by J. E. Cluney
My body warmed with desire at the thought of spending a fun night with my guys.
I was certainly due for some breathtaking sex.
‘You’re going to make it hard for us to keep our hands off you,’ Leon groaned.
‘I don’t want you guys keeping your hands off me. I want them everywhere, all over me, even… inside me,’ I purred mentally, the thought making my panties dampen.
‘Fuck,’ Tristan groaned.
‘That’s the plan,’ I smirked as I turned down my hall.
I headed towards my room, my boots thumping softly on the royal red floor runner that ran the length of the entire hall.
What awaited me in my room anyway?
I chewed my lip as I imagined my five men all sprawled naked on my bed, or waiting with boxes of chocolates and cake. Maybe they were all wearing matching tuxedos and planning some lavish night with dancing and all sorts of fun.
My mind continued to swirl with images of them in assorted outfits or none at all, waiting in different positions, or even just sitting on my bed eating pizza naked.
When I reached my door, I hesitated, until Nate’s mental voice beckoned me within.
I held my breath as I swung my door open, and a smile broke out as I saw my five men standing around my bed, all holding a single rose.
In nothing but their briefs. Matching black ones too.
My heart melted at the candles lit all around the room, and the rose petals that covered the bed and floor made my love for them swell.
‘Dominic is going to be so pissed when he sees the rose bushes tomorrow,’ Damien snickered in my mind, and I couldn’t hold back the laughter that burst forth from me.
“He’ll get over it, I promised him a special date night tomorrow night,” Tristan said aloud as he winked at me.
I was too busy ogling my five nearly naked men, trailing my eyes over their bare chests and perfect faces.
‘We promised you a special night,’ Leon’s husky voice rang out clear as bell in my mind.
“It certainly is special,” I murmured.
Wesley indicated at the top of the bed, and I grinned and laughed as I spied the mud cake sitting atop the pillows.
“You wanted cake,” Wesley shrugged.
“Turns out this kitsune can cook really good cakes,” Tristan chuckled as he patted Nate’s shoulder.
“And he can fight too. We tested him out in the training room,” Damien admitted with a shrug.
God, he looked delicious shirtless. They all did.
Hell, I’d gone for too long without sex.
“It’s only been a few days really,” Nate muttered, but his mouth was curving up in a sly smile.
“Too long without,” I growled as I closed the door behind me.
I intended to enjoy my fun with these men.
My eyes wandered to the cake.
“I thought sex was everything,” Tristan pouted as he read my thoughts.
“It is, it’s just so much better with cake,” I said gleefully.
“I’m glad I bought the cream too then,” Nate said smoothly as he reached for the can of whipped cream on the bedside table.
“You guys are too sweet. Now…” I bit my lip as I trailed my eyes over all of them slowly, my own body reacting and causing them all to growl and grunt. “Take those briefs off and get my clothes off.”
“You heard the lady,” Damien growled, the sound rumbling through the room as he advanced on me quickly.
“Do you have any sentimental value to your clothes?” Wesley asked as he cocked his head at me.
I kicked my boots off before giving him a sultry smile. “No.”
The flames flickered to life around me before Damien got to me, and my clothing fell away in burning pieces, leaving me naked before them.
“I always like my meals a little charred,” Tristan smirked.
“I like mine a little rare too,” I winked. “Now, why is no one taking their briefs off?”
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