Page 4 of Eat. Prey. Love.
Looking at the gargoyle through hooded eyes, I note Aubrey is stroking him while he’s lavishing attention on our girl’s perfect breasts. I have no idea how the two of them manage that, but maybe it’s a dominant thing? Dolly and Fitz seem to be able to multi-task, too, and I’m just about brain dead with their teasing.
“Mmmmphhh,” Dolly says and I gasp when the sound vibrates over me.
“I think that’s a ‘yes,’ Raj,” Ren says in an amused voice. “Shall we accommodate our good little bunny?”
Felix nods, leaning over to dig in his carry-on, then tosses a bottle of lube to our stony friend. “Aubrey, help Fitz get his pants off while Renard pours the lube. Princess, don’t you dare come again until he’s inside of you.”
Her lips pop as she lifts off me and she looks up at me with a satisfied grin. “Bossy fucker, isn’t he?”
I laugh first, but then Fitz and the other join me as they follow Felix’s instructions. “It’s so kind of you to let him direct, Angel. It’s a shame he’s stuck watching, though.”
“If you two smart asses are done, I’ll have you know I have plans for that,” Felix rumbles as Aubrey yanks Fitz’s pants down. “Just wait.”
“Yes, Sir,” Dolly mumbles before she ducks her head and swallows my dick like a fucking champ.
Aphrodite in a whorehouse… she’s going to kill me.
“We are lucky ourpetite lapinis such a fast learner, mmm?” Renardwinks at me and I nod jerkily. “Soft, curvy, and so very adventurous—that’s our mate.”
Fitz groans and I’m certain he’s going to rail the hell out of her once he’s settled. He holds his hand out for the gargoyle to pour, then growls as he slicks himself. His legs widen, pulling our girl’s thighs open more as Aubrey lifts his glistening face to wink at me. The long, flickering dragon tongue makes my eyes widen and I suddenly understand why Fitz’s joggers were soaked when he pulled them off.
Cheeky asshole. He’s a lot less stodgy now that he’s getting laid even more often.
“Don’t fuck around, Fitz. Impale her so we can resume the count.”
“Aye, aye Bossy Fucker!” He wraps his fist around his cock and lines up, pushing into my angel with a moan that’s absolutely sinful.
Dolly’s teeth scrape over me and I snarl, making Ren and Aubrey smirk. They look at one another, the dive back in to work their mouths over her breasts and pussy. I can feel her shuddering now, instantly pushed to the edge with all the sensation. But she’s holding out until she’s given permission and I can’t help but be impressed.
“The count starts from four here…” Felix says with a feral grin. “She should be jell-o by the time we stop.”
Well, it’s one way to distract her from her plane anxiety.
“I think…I think… fifteen is a new record…” Dolly pants as she lies draped like a pretty pink starfish on top of my lover. “No more. I won’t be able to walk when we get to Paris.”
Felix stands, grinning proudly as he walks over to the bathroom, opening the door to fetch clean-up materials. “That was my plan, Princess.”
Aubrey and Ren are slumped against the couch, also hazy eyed and I finally dropped to the ground at Fitz’s feet. We’reallspent as fuck—literally.
“You’d better be getting enough to go around, Raj. You’re a goddamn task master when you’re in charge,” the dragon says on tired huff. “Even I’m tired.”
Dolly lolls her head over to give him a satisfied smile. “I love when everyone is together, though. It’s so… hot…”
Renard blows her kiss, his eyes dancing as he leans against his mate. “You are entirely correct,ma petite.Our family is perfectly matched.”
A loud buzzing sound echoes off one of the panels and everyone groans. I roll my eyes over to where I think it’s coming from, squinting. “It’s yours, Angel.”
“I’ll grab it,” Felix says as he comes out with wet cloths draped over his arm like the quintessential Dom. He pauses to hand me one, then picks up her phone before giving one to Aubrey and Ren. When he stops in front of our girl, he drops Fitz’s on his face with a chuckle. “Do yourself, bro. I’ve got our girl.”
She smiles at him like he hung the moon when he hands her the vibrating phone then kneels in front of her to rub the soothing warmth over her thighs and pussy. Her voice is breathy when she answers, “This is Dolly.”
The sudden tension in her frame makes my hackles raise and I arch a brow at her as I get the remnants of our mini-orgy off me. “Who?” I whisper.
Pressing the mute button, she gives us a sad frown. “Farley. He has news aboutthe relocation.”
Oh, shit.
Growls echo all over the cabin as we tend to the mess while watching my angel for signs of what the badger is telling her. Her face is a myriad of expressions ranging from anger to worry, and I curse under my breath. This shit is never-ending and I fuckinghateit. It’s even made me wonder if the twins and I could broker some sort of deal with our asshole father to put a stop to it. I wouldn’t, but I guarantee it’s crossed their minds as well.