Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

LUNA

" H ave a drink," Rafe demanded as he passed me a glass. "We’re listening to this proposal of yours."

The moment the liquid touched my lips, I sputtered. "What is this?"

"Diet Coke," he replied with a sardonic smile that had me leaning toward him, even though none of them had so much as touched me yet. "You've heard of it?"

"It's not exactly a gin and tonic," I grumbled, lifting the glass to my lips once again and enjoying the soda, feeling relief wash over my parched throat.

Had I really just offered myself to the Eliasson brothers? Hadn’t they all but said that was their intention anyway? Was I crazy to play into their filthy plans?

Here I was, snowed in with three smoking hot brothers straight out of my dirtiest fantasies. I had stripped down to my bra and panties at their request. And I was currently sipping on diet Coke, wondering why they hadn’t pounced on me yet. You really can’t make this stuff up.

"What's so funny?" Rafe's voice interrupted my thoughts, his deep, velvety voice making my toes curl. I looked up at him, his near-perfect features illuminated by the dancing firelight. I hated to admit it, but the whole towering darkness thing he had going on was working for me... in a big way.

"Nothing," I sputtered, feeling heat creep up my cheeks. I took another gulp of the liquid, trying to quench the fire that seemed to be building between my legs.

Rafe chuckled, and before I knew what was happening, he was in front of me. His intense blue eyes bore into mine as he traced a finger down my cheek, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He leaned in, his cologne wrapping around me like expensive leather and sin, and whispered, "I think you're hiding something, Luna." His lips were so close, I could practically taste the heat coming off them.

The room seemed to spin as his hand found its way to my thigh. I was on fire. My brain short-circuited, and before I could even utter a spell to save me, his lips were on mine, hot and demanding.

We kissed passionately, as if there were no tomorrow, as if the world itself depended on it. His tongue explored my mouth, unraveling my secrets one by one. My hands tangled in his dark locks, holding on as if he were the only thing keeping me grounded.

He growled, sending a thrill through me. His hand moved higher, cupping my breast, and I moaned into his mouth, feeling more turned on than ever before.

Rafe effortlessly lifted me up and began to carry me away from the living room. I was too consumed by our kiss to pay much attention to where we were going. However, when he laid me down on a plush comforter and commanded, “Stay there,” I finally took in my surroundings and realized we were in a bedroom.

He laid me down on the large sleigh bed, his eyes never leaving mine. "Luna Marlowe, always off-limits," he growled, more to himself than to me, before disappearing behind a wall for a moment.

I tried to compose myself, but the anticipation was overwhelming. What was he planning to do?

He returned with a mysterious smile and a black silk scarf in his hand. "Don't move," he purred, and I knew I was in trouble.

He tied my wrists to the headboard, allowing some wiggle room but restricting my movement. "Now," he purred, straddling my hips and running his fingernails down my stomach, "where were we?"

His lips found my neck, trailing kisses down my collarbone and between my breasts. My breath caught as he sucked on my nipple through the fabric of my bra. Then, he pulled the cups down, exposing my breasts, and returned to teasing my nipple with a mix of gentle suction and skillful tongue flicks. He seemed to discover every sensitive spot I didn't know existed.

As if sensing the tension, Marcel and Jude appeared in the doorway, their jeans tented, faces flushed. Rafe looked up with a wicked grin. "Like what you see, boys?"

Marcel's eyes blazed like fire, with lust darkening them to a near-black intensity. "Damn right, I do. Can we join in?" he asked eagerly.

"I thought you'd never ask," Rafe chuckled, slipping his hand between my legs and underneath the hem of my panties. His fingers danced over my folds, teasing me mercilessly. "Luna, what do you think? Want more?"

"Yes," I hissed, against my better judgment. "I want it all."

Rafe chuckled, his fingers delving deeper, stroking me in time with his words. "Oh, Luna, it would be our pleasure."

He removed his hand from my panties and gestured to Marcel. "Take off the rest of her clothes."

As Marcel removed my bra and panties, I watched eagerly as Rafe and Jude shed every stitch of clothing they had been wearing. Their muscled, scarred bodies, deep tans, and dark eyes reminded me of their proud Italian heritage.

Rafe's long, thick cock made me gasp as he approached and placed it on my lips. Eagerly, I opened up, hoping to taste him, to suck him. My throbbing pussy made it hard to bear the sight of the three of them so close yet not intimately touching me.

I licked the pre-cum off the end of his dick, watching as Rafe's dangerous eyes darkened. Without giving me my treat, he moved away from my lips and parted my thighs. Standing between my legs, the three men got their first look at my most intimate area. I had never felt so vulnerable, yet it was exhilarating. I wanted this, I wanted them. It was a fantasy I had often dreamed about, and now it was becoming a reality.

Rafe moved closer, placing his hardened cock at my entrance. He pushed inside me slowly, gently at first, and I gasped as he filled me completely. My body stretched, adjusting to his size. The hunger in his eyes was expected, but the raw, animalistic nature of his possession ignited a fire within me. My core was soaked, and he easily slid the rest of the way in.

As he buried himself deeper, I moaned loudly. Rafe's hips started to move in a gentle rhythm, his cock gliding in and out of me, filling me completely. It felt amazing. I had never imagined what it would be like to have two men watch me take one cock, let alone three. My body yearned for more. Marcel and Jude moved closer, watching their brother sensually fuck me while admiring my reactions.

"Do you like that?" Rafe growled into my ear, his hot breath against my neck. I nodded eagerly, craving more intensity. He obliged, thrusting into me with such force that my teeth clacked together. I enjoyed the rough touch of his hands on my stomach and the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin as he pounded into me. With each thrust, he increased the pace until we were moving in a furious tempo.

"Is this what you wanted, Luna?" Marcel purred, his voice dripping with lust. "Do you enjoy this?"

I nodded again, unable to speak due to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. The heat of their bodies next to me was intense; it felt like I was burning from the inside out. Their hands found my breasts, kneading them roughly through my bound wrists. "Please," I whimpered between gasps. "Take off these cuffs!"

Marcel knelt beside the bed, undoing the tie holding my wrists captive with a smirk. Once free, I reached for him immediately, pulling him close as if we had been starved of each other's touch for years instead of mere moments. Our lips met, and Rafe's kiss was hot and dark, his tongue dancing with mine in a tangle of lust as he continued to thrust into me. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he relentlessly pounded into me, carrying me away with each thrust. I moaned into his mouth, lost in a haze of pleasure and passion.

My breath caught when I noticed Marcel and Jude out of the corner of my eye. How could I have forgotten about them? Their hungry, intense gazes focused on us both. As they approached the bed, Marcel stood naked and proud. Rafe pulled out momentarily before Marcel lay down, and Rafe placed me atop his stunning body. I could feel his raw heat against my back, his hard length teasingly brushing against my ass cheeks.

I gasped, uncertain of the next step that lay ahead.

They both chuckled, their voices rough like velvet in the cool night air. Their scent enveloped me, intoxicating me - a mix of smoke and leather that made my head spin. Their touch sent sparks up and down my spine as they began to explore every inch of my skin with calloused fingers and rough palms.

Jude’s hands were everywhere, kneading my breasts roughly, pinching my tender nipples, and grazing my sensitive skin with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. I arched into him, craving more. Jude’s grin widened as he licked and sucked on my skin, igniting a wild want within me. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against my neck.

Marcel cupped my ass cheeks possessively, then spread them so that his cock pressed rigidly against my tight hole. Lifting my hips, he watched as Rafe reentered me once again.

Rafe's hips pumped up and down, driving himself harder into me. Each thrust pushed me deeper into Marcel's chest, eliciting gasps of pleasure from me. His intense heat made my body crave more. I spread my legs wider, yearning for increased sensation. Marcel’s hands found my waist, holding me in place as he guided me down onto Rafe's cock. My pussy ached for his touch, for the unique pleasure only he could provide. Turning my head, our lips met as I kissed Marcel for the first time. It was fiery and passionate, just as I had anticipated. With Rafe still pounding into me, pleasure overwhelmed me as I came to a powerful orgasm. I felt Rafe’s release inside me, filling me as my body tensed around his cock.

Before I could catch my breath, my back arched off the bed in surprise as Marcel's finger entered my ass. It felt dirty and naughty in all the best ways. He began to move in and out, and as my moans grew louder, a second finger joined the first.

Lost in a haze of lust, I saw Jude take Rafe’s place between my legs.

“So beautiful,” his words were like a caress in themselves. Jude positioned himself at my entrance, his fingers teasing me before slipping inside. He groaned as his cock slid in, filling the void left by Rafe.

Then I felt Marcel’s member starting to enter my ass. They were everywhere, filling me, claiming me, consuming me. I moaned deeply as my body surrendered to their touch. Moving in unison, they established a rhythm of lust and dominance as they asserted their control over my body.