Spin The Bottle, Bitches

" Stop looking at me like I'm your next meal." I swat in the direction of my Viking's shoulder. The most mischievous of my men is busy giving me eyes that have no business being so sinful over dinner.

"I didn't cook all this for you to let it go fucking cold just because you can't stop being a horny little shit for five minutes." Raven glares at our naughty boy from across the kitchen island.

"Look, it's not my fault I get distracted… our girl walks in wearing next to nothing, what do you expect? Don't tell me you aren't staring, too, baby." Rolling his eyes in Raven's direction, he casually waves a hand in the general vicinity of my tits.

"I am not wearing next to nothing." My hand flies to my chest in mock innocence because I am, in fact, dressed in only my bikini and a towel.

In my defense, who can blame me when I've been tattooing all day, and as soon as I've demolished this insanely delicious plate of ‘Fox-friendly' risotto, I'm taking the rest of my glass of Merlot and diving straight into our swimming pool calling my name from the courtyard.

"Dinner's delicious, Ven." Thorne rumbles from his seat on the other side of me. He gives Ky the kind of look that will undoubtedly have our resident shit-stirrer preening on the inside. There's nothing he loves more than pushing for that stern voice to come out to play.

There won't be any complaints from me. I already have butterflies in my stomach at his low, commanding tone.

Ky's eyes flash, and he shoots me a wink before shoveling some mouthfuls down. Meanwhile, I'm getting treated to the ab-show straight from heaven since he's just returned from a run, and in his forever allergic-to-shirts state, those tanned muscles glisten with the sheen of his post-workout glow.

And this man tries to tell me I'm the distraction over dinner.

"We should play a game." Those green eyes are alive with pure deviance as he speaks through a mouthful.

Raven grunts, with a fist clenched around his fork as he devours his meal.

Thorne puffs out a breath and shakes his head. "We know your games, Harris."

I'm grinning on the inside as I sip my wine, watching my men pretend they don't want to take part in whatever this suggestion might be.

Ky shrugs. "Whatever, don't act like you assholes don't enjoy playing with our girl."

"No strip poker." I point at him with my fork. "I suck at cards, and all that happens each time is I end up naked straight away."

"Why do you think Ven likes card night so much, hmm?" Ky pokes his tongue in the side of his mouth.

My cheeks heat. God, I know exactly how things went the last time I played poker with my wolf, and it certainly didn't involve a lot of cards being shuffled.

"What's a stupid fucking game we can play?" Ky muses out loud.

Swirling my wine, I cast a glance at my other two men, who are quietly polishing off their dinners, but I can tell. Knowing their body language well enough by now, they're unmistakably at attention. I have to hide my smile in my glass.

They might love to be all stern and broody, but those two will indulge Ky's schemes all day, every day.

We all will for our green-eyed charmer.

He snaps his fingers and hops to his feet. "Got it." With a devious smirk, my Viking swipes up my wine bottle and drags me off my seat the second I've finished my last bite.

I can't help but let out a squeal as he tugs me toward the pool.

"Spin the fucking bottle, bitches."

"Unless you're the one spinning, everyone else, keep your eyes closed… if you guess who kisses you, congrats, you may keep your clothes on."

"But you're all gonna know it's me." I pout, sitting on the edge with my feet dangling in the water. In front of where I'm perched are three muscled, wet dreams, all glistening with wetted hair as they float just beyond arm's length.

I already love this game.

"Looks like we'll get to enjoy your sweet little mouth and safely keep our shorts then, baby girl."

"You're ridiculous."

Ky ignores me, clicking his tongue. "No rules about where you kiss the other person, and we're gonna take turns to spin."

My Viking throws me a wink, which, of course, reminds me of exactly how and where he woke me up kissing me this morning. If I wasn't already turned on, he's succeeded in ensuring I'm horny and ready to indulge his antics.

Thorne narrows his eyes, water droplets gleaming against his smooth skin, and Raven remains suspiciously quiet, dragging his tattooed hands up through his hair. Those inked abs of his bunch and flex as he does so, putting on the kind of show that he knows I'm unable to resist drooling all over.

His hooded, dark eyes lock onto mine, and I feel my clit pulse with need for him. For all of them.

"Eyes closed, you can go last, baby girl." Ky chuckles, following my gaze over to our wolf, and splashes some water at me to recapture my attention.

"Fine," I huff. Leaning back on my palms, I scrunch my eyes and kick my legs, swishing and swirling them leisurely as I wait for the game to commence.

I hear the bottle spin somewhere off to my left, then feel the looming presence and movement of water. Surprisingly, it's impossible to tell who might be approaching since the pool has disguised any of their individual scents I'm so used to.

My skin prickles with anticipation. Whoever it is hovers, lingers, calculates their move.

Lips find the curve of my collarbone. Plush, gentle, with a tiny, stubbled scrape.

"Hi, Daddy," I purr, my lips tipping up.

"Good girl." Thorne's velvety praise is right at my ear.

A delicious shudder roams through straight to my toes, making them curl.

"Eyes still closed." Ky reminds me, and there's another pause, the bottle spins, followed by a sensory closeness—I can tell one of them is right in front of me—that makes my clit throb even harder.

My hand is plucked off the tiled ground, hot, seeking lips graze my inner wrist, but I already know. Those familiar rings press into my skin.

"A gentle wolf," I murmur.

"Maybe he's just toying with his victim." Raven's teeth nip my finger before he slides away through the water.

This time, the bottle doesn't even spin; I'm simply dragged against Ky's kiss as he slides our tongues together, and the scratch of his beard tingles. It takes me a lot longer than it should to extricate myself from his devilish claim on my mouth. Gasping, and impossibly turned on, I push at his stupidly muscular chest.

"Hang on. I thought this was supposed to be everyone taking turns… you know, with each other."

"Complaining, baby girl?" He hovers, heat radiating between our lips.

"No… but…"

"Good, then keep those pretty eyes closed, unless you wanna start stripping for us right now?"

After being treated to all three of their mouths on me in quick succession?

Do I ever.

Though, I'm not telling this naughty boy that.

Another spin.

Round and round and round, the smooth glass whirls.

My core clenches in anticipation—but I'm not left wondering if it'll be my men kissing each other while I'm not permitted to watch—a force of water rushes at me.

This time, a single long lick of a tongue runs from the inside of my knee, right up my thigh, stopping just short of my bikini bottoms.

Goosebumps flurry in all directions across my skin. God, I don't know, but I can only guess it's more deviousness from my Viking, who has tried to avoid any contact with his beard as a giveaway.

"Ky?" I nibble my bottom lip. Hesitation colors my voice.

"Lose the top, little Fox," Raven growls from somewhere so close to my pussy, I'm immediately squirming in place.

It takes everything to fight back a desperate little noise threatening to burst past my lips.

Although, as I reach behind my shoulder blades, blindly fumbling for the string with unsteady fingers, a coil of excitement threads its way low in my stomach. The heady rush of being the center of attention and set here on display for my men is always enough to have me panting within seconds, and don't they all know it.

Only, this particular wolf is forever finding new ways to melt my brain because, in the next breath, he shoves my knees wide and bites down on the soft swell of my inner thigh, followed by a suck of his mouth over the spot to ease the sting.

I summon an unholy level of strength to not simply open my eyes, to fold like a cheap lawn chair, and give in.

"Our perfect little slut."

Goosebumps track across my arms when Raven slides a finger between my breasts, lifting the loosened material as he hooks it over my head and claims his prize. God, I love the rough noise that fills the night as my nipples tighten, sitting exposed for his inspection. My wild and unpredictable creature, I'll willingly be entirely at his mercy whenever he crooks one of those tattooed fingers my way.

My blood hums with delight and suspense at what might come next.

Will I be left hanging in agony now ?

Will they carry on this teasing little game amongst themselves and force me to sit here with my overactive imagination running a horny riot, trying to picture what is happening in that pool.

The familiar sound of smooth glass spiraling over tiles breaks the quiet. Only the lapping water and sounds of my thudding pulse provide me any form of company.

Three very, very naughty beasts lurk in the darkness, and the longer they stay silent, the harder my heart starts racing.

Water swirls all around my legs, and I gasp before sinking my teeth into the curve of my bottom lip.

A crackling sensation fills the air between me and whoever is approaching this time. So much so that I can't help squirming in place, my legs still spread wide, and my nipples furl tighter the longer that they're bared.

I can't fucking help whimpering, when the looming, silent presence doesn't make contact, but instead holds back. Taunting me, while every inch of my exposed skin tingles, prickles, and blazes with heat.

Just as I feel like I'm going to lose it and start pleading, or open my eyes, or something… a gust of heated air blows across my nipple.

Immediately, the weight of my tits grows fuller, heavier, knowing just how close that mouth is to being exactly where I want it to be.

Except, whoever this is clearly has devious plans of his own design.

The lips I anticipate feeling close down over my aching bud, instead make contact with the soaking wet material directly above my clit.

"Oh god." The words fall past my lips before I can do anything to halt them. My fingers scratch against the ground. The force of the mouth sucking and kissing through my bikini bottoms drags my desire into a blazing inferno.

Then, he's gone. Draws back all too quickly. My brain is too slow, far too easily captured by this game and the promises of where this is leading.

Right. The game .

That's why I need to pay attention.

Of course, it must be my very naughty Viking this time. Surely, he's cunning and mischievous enough to hide the scratch of his beard behind that thin barrier of fabric.

"Naughty boy." I breathe.

Two hands find my hips, and strong fingers hook the waistband, tugging forcefully.

A dark, rich noise greets me. "Looks like these are mine, Foxglove."

Holy shit. I was so wrong.

Thorne handles me roughly, stripping me out of my bottoms and sliding the damp fabric down my legs. As he does so, he intentionally lets his fingers drag leisurely the entire length of my thighs and calves and right down past my ankles.

I inhale a shuddering breath.

"Can I open my eyes now?" My whine is met with a distinctive chuckle from Ky.

"Game's still on, baby girl."

"But I'm already naked." I pout.

"Don't you want to be good?" Thorne's lips are so close to my breast, his hot breath fans across my skin.

God. This man. He unravels me so easily. Knows all my weaknesses.

The bottle spins and rotates swiftly straight away before I can catch my breath.

Keeping my eyes firmly squeezed shut, this time, the water whispers gently around my legs, and I strain to hear any hint of movement.

The air crackles and snaps with the heat of the game. Just as I'm damn near clawing at the tiled ground, expecting a mouth to fall somewhere, anywhere across my overheated skin, the energy shifts.

Water forms a series of ripples, lapping against my shins, in a way that tells me there are strong bodies moving in the pool.

I want to watch… want to see what is happening so badly… the torture of this moment is too much to bear.

Don't you want to be good?

Of course, I love them all enough to humor this silly little game, but I'm also wickedly turned off after their efforts to wind me up.

Screw it.

I can't help but peek out from beneath my lashes. Fluttering my gaze ever so slightly to bring the soft lights glinting under the water's surface into focus. Seeing the rippling, shifting mirage of blue.

Then, my eyes tip up to follow the path I'm hungrily seeking.

And my breath stalls in my lungs.

The most hypnotic, erotic, heart-achingly gorgeous sight is there to meet me.

Thorne's strong hand is threaded in the dark hair at the back of Raven's neck, tilting my wolf's head. One tattooed hand wraps the front of his throat, collaring him in return.

Oh my god.

Their mouths are fused together, with forceful licks and sucks and bites as my two beautiful men chase the taste of each other.

I'm so fucking in love with them.

I'm addicted to this feeling, of all of us having each other, separately being in love, while also getting to experience the fullness of enjoying love as a whole between the four of us.

As Raven's inked fingers flex against Thorne's throat, my pussy clenches. Seeing those strong, veined hands fist my wolf's hair and tug in return, I feel that same pleasurable sting and command as if it were my hair Thorne was grabbing hold of.

Watching them together, I forget about it all. The game. How long we've been out here—any of it.

Until warm palms slide up my thighs, and my world flips upside down. I'm dragged into the pool, tipped on my head as Ky drapes me over his shoulder and starts striding toward the steps leading out of the water.

"Look at what you two sluts have done to our girl. All it took was one glimpse of you sucking on each other's tongues, and she's dripping." He chuckles.

I let out a squeak of protest, mostly because I'm no longer able to see the addictive sight of Thorne and Raven kissing.

My Viking slaps my bare ass as we exit the pool and yells over his shoulder.

"Bedroom. Right now. We're fucking."