Page 108 of Raven's Dawn

All three of them pulled away, smiling as they looked me up and down.

Suddenly I felt a bit like a small animal, cornered in the forest by a few ravenous beasts.

How much I liked that sensation fascinated me.

“What?” I asked, looking between them. “What does that face mean?”

“The man asked you a question,” Warren said. “Do you want to try something new? Or don’t you?”

“Maybe,” I said slowly, still looking between them. “Is it like anything I’ve done before?”

“Like a few things you’ve done before,” Ezra said. “Just a bit more exciting.”

“How exciting are we talking here?” If it was Graham’s idea, it would be odd, and it would include using his powers. That, I knew with almost certainty. He always found a way to manipulate his abilities into sex toys. It couldn’t have been too dangerous, though, because Graham wasn’t all that interested in pain sexually. “At least give me a hint.”

“Bondage and blindfolded. But that’s your only hint,” Graham said, coming in close again. He slipped a lock of hair behind my ear, trailing his other hand down my side. “If you don’t want to try it, we can go have boring sex back at the cabin.”

“But we’re not gonna tell you anything else,” Warren said, suddenly behind me. He leaned down and kissed my neck. One of his arms circled my waist, finding my breast. He squeezed tightly, pinching my nipple. “The surprise is part of the fun.”

“And it will be fun, love,” Ezra whispered, now at my other ear. Like Warren, he snaked an arm around me and slowly trailed it down to my cunt. Through the fabric of my gown, sneaking past Graham, he rubbed there for a minute, waiting until I gasped to say more. “And if you hate it, you can always say ‘red.’”

Valid point. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

I had no time to process. As soon as I gave the approval, one of them, either Ezra or Warren, wrapped a piece of cloth around my eyes. A tie, I assumed. Probably the one Ezra had been wearing. They tied it there, pulling my hair in the process.

I couldn’t tell who it was, but someone ripped my head backward to expose my neck. Lips trailed over it, hands exploring my body. Whose were whose, I didn’t know, and I wasn’t sure that I cared. It could have been the Fae wine, or the adrenaline of this last week, or just the fact that this was new and exciting.

But I didn’t care. I knew they were all here. Touching me, embracing me, kissing me, adoring me, and that was all that mattered. I had three people who meant the most to me on any world pressed against my body, and I wouldn’t change that for anything.

Someone’s hand slid over my ass, down to my thigh, then scooped it up. One of them flipped my skirt up while the last untied the strings just below my breasts. Suddenly, all of my most sensitive spots were exposed to the elements. Cool wind slapped all those delicate places, and then warm fingers spread out over my clit.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” Graham murmured.

“It’s this dress,” Ezra said, voice in my left ear. He must’ve been the one holding my leg up. “I’ve never seen her in anything more stunning.”

“I don’t know,” Warren whispered, pointed teeth scraping against my earlobe. “I think she looks pretty damn good without it.”

I was way too cold to be naked, and I prayed that wasn’t the next part of the surprise.

Graham fingered me harder, breathing heavier with each pump into me. “But this red dress spilling over her thighs…” A low growl vibrated from his lips. “It’s like adding color to a sketch. It was beautiful to begin with, but changing something…”

“That’s how to phrase it,” Ezra murmured. “Just adds a new layer of excitement to it all.”

Surely this wasn’t the new layer of excitement. Standing here, in the forest, blindfolded, getting fingered?—

Cold wind rushed around us.

My foot, the one still on the ground, lifted into the air.

I gasped, and Graham circled an arm around me. Chuckling, fingers still deep inside me, his body pressed against mine provided stability. “This is the new part.”

“What—”

“Shh,” Warren said. “Just enjoy it.”

Which I planned to do. If I understood what I was enjoying.

That wind. It came from below, pushing us higher. Were we floating? Was that the plan? To fly while fucking?