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“What look?” I whispered.

He smiled. “That look.” He leaned in for his own kiss. Nathaniel’s hand curved over my breast, as Micah’s mouth found mine. Nathaniel’s touch made me more eager at Micah’s mouth, so that the kiss was more than it would have been. I fed at Micah’s mouth, my hand running over his body. I tried to use both hands, but Nathaniel caught my hand, pressed it to the bed, so he could lower his mouth to my breast. He filled his hand with my breast, pressing it until it was just this side of pain. His tongue flicked over my nipple. Micah’s tongue slipped inside my mouth, tasting me. Nathaniel’s mouth slid over more of me, and he sucked, hard and fast. It brought me screaming off the bed, screaming my pleasure into Micah’s mouth. I tried to raise my other hand off the bed, but Nathaniel held it trapped. He bit my breast, and I raked nails down Micah’s back. Nathaniel let go of my other hand, and bit me harder. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to dance that line between pain and pleasure. I put a matching row of scratches down his back, and they let me go.

I lay gasping on the bed between them, trying to focus my eyes around the white, cottony edges of the world. Micah said, “That was fun.”

Nathaniel said, “Mmmm.” He flicked his tongue across my nipple, quick and gone.

I writhed across the bed, my hands grabbing at the silk sheets. “Oh, God!”

A hand caressed my ankle. That one quiet touch opened my eyes, made me gaze down my body to find Jean-Claude kneeling there. He was still wearing the robe, belted tight. His face was neutral, pleasant. “Micah invited me to touch you, but I’ve found that it is your invitation I need.” Translation: sometimes in the midst of all the men, I got pissy if someone touched me without my saying yes first. Just because one of the men was touching me didn’t mean that everyone got to touch me equally. A girl’s got to try to draw a line somewhere.

“You can’t have intercourse until you’ve fed again,” I said.

He smiled. “So American. There are other ways to pleasure a woman.”

“But you won’t be able to…”

His hand slid up my calf, the most delicate of touches. “I will be content, ma petite.”

“We can stop now,” Micah said, “if you want. This was fun.”

I gazed down his body and saw just how fun he thought it was. He was long, and thick, and ready, and long and thick for Micah was very long and thick indeed. I glanced down at Nathaniel, and found him just as ready. No, he wasn’t as big as Micah, but then the only one of the men who could compare was Richard. Though Richard didn’t seem as aware of it as Micah.

Nathaniel was definitely more, just not as more as Micah. Not in length anyway, but in width, well, yeah. Men are hung up on length; trust me, girls pay attention to width, too. Frankly an inch or two less length wasn’t always a bad thing; depended on what you wanted to do with it.

I ran fingertips over both of them, and just that light touch made them shudder, and me writhe. “So pretty,” I said, “seems a shame to waste them.”

“We’ll get more,” Micah said.

“I agree with Anita,” Nathaniel said, grinning.

Micah smiled at him, a bright flash of teeth in his tanned face.

“I will join Asher.” Jean-Claude began to slide off the bed.

“Don’t go,” I said.

He looked at me; it was a very searching look. “I do not have the patience of your two cats, ma petite. They have served blood for Asher and myself more than once, then watched us have our way with you.”

“We had to save them for the ardeur the next day, or next night,” I said.

“Oui, but I am not the voyeur that Asher is, and if I am not to join in completely, I would as soon leave. It is not a complaint, merely truth.”

“I still think you shouldn’t go that far away,” Micah said. “I don’t trust Belle.”

Jean-Claude smiled. “Wise, and correct.” He spread his hands wide. “If it were just sex between the three of you I could watch and be content to join the cuddling afterward. But it is the emotional content that makes it difficult to be excluded.”

I frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“I know that