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  Emboldened by a sudden rush of alcohol to my brain, I know I’m totally letting go tonight. I don’t want to return home in a week or so and regret not acting upon my wishes. It scares me, but it thrills me at the same time.

  “Alright then,” I turn to Dex, “Truth or dare?”

  “Truth,” he nods.

  “Have you ever been arrested?”

  “Whoa,” Zarael chuckles and even Theron can’t hide a smile. “Girl’s got some cojones!”

  I can’t help laughing, too. Dex is trying not to, but his eyes can’t hide it.

  “Twice,” Dex replies and raises his beer. “I wonder why you didn’t ask Theron that.”

  “His turn is coming,” I wink at him and I know that I’m slowly crossing that line, but I don’t care. This slippery slope will get me exactly where I want to end up.

  ‘OK then, my turn,” Dex takes a sip, then considers it for a moment or two. “Truth or dare?”

  “Truth,” I reply, knowing what kind of a question he’ll probably ask.

  “We know you sleep in the nude here, but I guess we all want to know if you do that normally,” Dex flashed a grin.

  “No,” I giggle. That wasn’t so bad. “I usually sleep in pajamas. Sorry for the disappointment.”

  “Eh, well, pajamas can be taken off, you know,” he replies.

  “OK, me again,” I jump at the opportunity to turn to Theron. “Truth or dare?”

  “Truth,” he answers.

  “How many girls have you kissed?”

  Theron stares at the fire and doesn’t reply immediately. I look at Dex and he can’t stop laughing. I frown a little. Poor Theron probably hasn’t kissed even half the girls Dex has, but that’s still no reason to make fun of anyone.

  “You know, a number is nothing really,” I try to tell him, then Theron looks up at me.

  “He’s still counting!” Zarael replies and both he and Dex burst out into laughter.

  “Are you serious?” I ask Theron and then, I also start laughing. That’s the last thing I expected from him.

  “We’re counting just kissing, right?” Theron asks and all four of us are laughing so hard that I can barely keep myself straight.

  “You know we’ll be here all night if you let him keep on counting,” Zarael is still making fun.

  “Do you have a number?” I ask Theron. He nods.

  “It’s probably not correct, though,” he says apologetically. “But, it’s approximately 85.”

  “Liar,” Dex is rolling in the aisles now. “He has no idea!”

  “Oh, come on, you guys,” I try to calm them down, but it’s impossible. “Just pay no attention to them. Ask away,” I tell Theron.

  “Alright, truth or dare?” he asks and I decide to raise the stakes.

  “Dare,” I tell him, with a wicked gleam in my eye, which no fire could hide. The sound of my voice makes all three of them stop chuckling. They are listening intently.

  “Make it a good one, Theron,” Dex winks at him.

  “Do a sexy dance,” Theron says.

  They’re all silent, waiting for me to do something. Maybe even for me to refuse. Instead, I take a sip of my beer and stand up. My arms fly high up and my body starts twisting, following some noiseless music that exists only in my mind. The rhythm is flowing all around me and some invisible hand is guiding me. I can feel their eyes glued to me, watching, soaking up my every move. A minute later and I’m done. They seem done, too. I smile.

  “Good enough?” I ask.

  “Too short,” Dex closes his mouth.

  “OK, me again,” I turn to Zarael. “Truth or dare?”

  “Um, dare?” he doesn’t seem sure. “Just don’t make me dance. No one will like that.” We all chuckle.

  “I dare you to show me a scar you never showed anyone,” I tell him. I’ve noticed that all three of them have a few scars. They mostly look like something you’d obtain as a kid, being clumsy or impatient and thus, reckless. I simply wonder if there’s a special scar that he keeps hidden.

  Zarael glances over at his brothers. They’re not serious, but they’re not smiling either. Suddenly, Zarael stands up and pulls down his pants.

  “Come on, man!” Dex makes fun of him and the atmosphere is lighter again.

  Zarael continues to show me. He turns his thigh to me and on the inside, I see a deep, long scar, which has healed nicely, but it probably looked horrendous at first.

  “What happened?” I wonder.

  “That, my lady, will be a question for truth, not dare,” Zarael quickly pulls up his pants and we all laugh again. “Seeing I was made to bare myself, so to speak, let’s see how you like it.” I see mischievousness in his eyes and I eagerly await. “Truth or dare?”

  “Truth,” I make my choice.

  “Tell us about your first sexual experience,” he suddenly tells me, sounding all victorious.

  “There’s nothing to tell, really,” I reply calmly, shrugging my shoulders. I seek refuge in my almost empty beer bottle and I scour the area for more.

  “You can’t back out now,” Zarael teases.

  “No, really,” I feel a little awkward saying this, but there’s no way around it. “There is nothing to tell because it never happened.”

  I swallow heavily, as I wait for their reaction. Dex stops drinking, the bottle still pressed to his lips. Theron doesn’t say anything, but his face doesn’t change. Zarael is the first to react.

  “You’re a virgin?” he asks, politely.

  “Yes,” I nod, trying to smile. Great. I’ve ruined it. The whole thing. They’ll send me off to bed now.

  “Well, taking everything into account, we should have known that,” Dex adds, finishing his beer.

  “My turn again,” I reply, wanting to get this show back on the road. “Dex, truth or dare?”

  “Truth,” Dex replies.

  “Ever had a threesome?” I ask, feeling that blush come back with a vengeance.

  “Did anyone tell you you’ve got quite a tongue on you, little girl?” he chuckled. “Sure, I have.”

  His turn leads to others and the next hour is spent in asking more and more personal questions, until the four of us find one another close, huddling by the fire. We’re out of ideas for questions or dares. No one feels like moving too much. The closeness feels perfect. I don’t know who starts first. Maybe it’s me. The air smells of the woods and fire, of unspoken desires that somehow found their way out. I listen to the fire and I hear a voice telling me to just let go.

  What I feel isn’t sharpness anymore. There is just a sea of glowing redness, the soft crackling of the fire, that spreads around me, within me. Dex is the first to kiss me, his hand running down my bare arm, sending goosebumps up and down my back. I shiver under his touch, slowly, anticipating what’s to come. His kiss is passionate, as he digs his other hand into my back, all four of us lying by the fire, on the blanket that was mere seconds ago wrapped around me.

  There are more hands and I crave their touch. I crave those lips, like a light in the darkness. I feel like a flower that has felt sunlight for the first time in ages. I know they want to soothe me, to assure me that everything will be alright, no matter what. But tonight, isn’t a night for soothing. My hand trembles as I reach out, burying my fingers in Zarael’s hair. His nose is buried in my neck and I feel his short black hairs scraping the soft skin.

  The moment when I feel all three pairs of lips on my body is savage. It’s raw, all-consuming. It’s more than I ever thought I could feel. All my insecurities disappear, it’s like I’ve always been this strong, bold girl who has three bear shifters for protectors. Dex moves and in a blinding second, I recognize Theron, even with my eyes closed. His touch. His smell. Now, his taste. His kiss is softer, gentler. As he kisses me, I feel two pairs of hands working the buttons on my shirt and my jeans. The moment I feel the warmth of the fire on my thighs, I know I’m naked. My mind is emptied of anything but this mom
ent. There are no burning borders on my body. I am theirs to search, to journey through, to own and claim.

  Theron offers me his tongue, sweet and a little dangerous. He smells of the woods, of untamed animals, of predatory beasts. His body is pressed to mine and he continues to kiss me, as two strong hands spread my legs. I moan right into his lips. Zarael cups my perky breasts, playing with my nipples. His tongue teases them, sweeping left and right, blowing hot then cold air to keep them perked up.

  Dex’s tongue is trailing the inside of my thighs and I make a hungry, desperate sound that makes my whole body throb with pleasure. The moment they pressed their palms and lips onto my body I knew they branded me forever. The essence of my very being is theirs and I don’t care if I never get it back. Dex’s kisses move inward, slowly, velvety, as my body trembles with aching tenderness. I moan and Theron kisses me more passionately, his lips lingering in the corner of my mouth for a brief moment. Tension shoots through us all like an electric whip. I want them to bite me, lick me, eat me up. Swallow me whole.

  Despite the blush coating my cheeks, I find myself in a blissful state, a state where the rights and wrongs of the civilized world don’t exist. All I know, all that I ever want to know is the perfect alignment of our bodies. I shudder as each of them lays claim on me, respectfully and lovingly. I don’t know why I secretly thought that they’d be fighting over me. I guess that’s what I expected of animals. But I was wrong. So very wrong. These men aren’t animals. At least, not in the sense the civilized world sees them. I can feel their fierce possessiveness, they know that I am just one small step away from belonging to them for eternity.

  I can feel Theron’s lips dragging against my collarbone. Zarael’s skilled fingers are drawing invisible lines on my chest, on my breasts. None of them is in a rush. They all want to get to know my body, before they enter this shrine that no man before has entered. I trust them. They don’t even need to ask and I don’t need to say anything. The beer only unlocked my bravery, which has been hiding behind a wall of shyness for much too long.

  I open my eyes and I see Theron’s, swimming with emotion. A moan escapes my lips. Excitement drumming in my ears. Theron presses his lips against mine again, as I melt beneath him. Dex’s head still between my legs, as his hot breath spills all around, sticky, wet and sweet like molasses. My pink, flushed mound is waiting. I can feel palpitations coming from deep within and instinctively, I part my legs a little more. There are no more shields, I am pure soft, hot flesh, my insides screaming for them.

  I can hear Dex’s deep breathing as he inhales me. All around us, there is the smell of desire, the feeling of homecoming after an eternity spent wandering the world aimlessly. I want them so badly inside of me that this desire borders with pain, a delectable mixture of the two. I don’t know how long Dex just stares at me down there, Theron’s lips make me forget about time and Zarael’s tongue plays with my nipples.

  My hand finds Dex’s ruffled set of hair and my fingers dig into it. Desire explodes inside both of us, spreading like wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path. His soft breath fills the empty space between my pink folds and they open up for him. Wetness. Sticky, sweet wetness drips out of me, as the tip of his tongue keeps twirling around, teasing, tasting for the first time. I feel like there is a vastness inside of me, begging to be filled, to be explored, to be claimed. Dex’s thick fingers dive into me, slowly, sliding in effortlessly. I suck in my breath, clenching my teeth. This is just the beginning and it already feels like pleasure overload. My back arches a little towards him, as he inches his fingers into me slowly, carefully, spreading me apart.

  I look down and all I can see is a wall of solid muscle, Dex’s skin glistening in the fire blazing around us. I can see strong hands on my belly, my ribs, my breasts, as furious, hungry eyes devour every inch of my skin. Dex’s tongue is working together with his fingers, going in a little deeper every time, searing my skin with bliss and pleasure. I never felt so alive, at the same time, unable to breathe. My stomach tightens, my gasps tearing the inside of my throat, Dex keeps on sucking, teasing, torturing my clit, until there is nothing else but to give in to the screams, to the wildness, the fingers that turned into claws, drawing red lines all over my body. The moment I let go feels like my heart stopped, then restarted again. I twitch and convulse, my thighs shaking, trembling, as if there’s an earthquake all around us, experiencing every possible color in the world streaming through my body like lightning bolts.

  Dex pulls up and Theron slides to his place. I feel Dex’s wet lips on mine, tasting myself. Zarael comes up for a kiss and I close my eyes. I feel like I’m in Heaven. My legs spread apart, I feel Theron’s manhood pressing against my still sensitive folds and they welcome him, without a second thought. I accommodate him, slowly. He fills me up, as my walls stretch.

  “Oh, God…” I moan, biting down on my lip.

  “Are you alright?” Theron, the sweet guy that he always is, immediately stops. They all do. The look in their eyes is filled with love.

  “Perfect,” I reply, blissed out. “Don’t stop…” I beg and I know they won’t.

  He keeps pressing into me, harder now, as I feel something inside of me cracking, breaking, completely dissolving. Theron is inside of me, I can feel him palpitating, throbbing, our bellies pressed tightly together. My wetness soaks him, my body flooding with heat and passion. Dex kneels next to me and I see his cock spread out before me. It looks huge. I doubt it can even fit in my mouth, but I’m willing to try. I wrap my lips around the tip, tasting it. The sensation gives me butterflies and that delicious grin on my face reveals my every secret. I never thought I would be doing this. Not me. Not ever. But, it’s exactly those things which you try to subdue, which you try to keep away from, that finally do you in. I have no idea how long we keep riding this wave of pleasure. Theron’s manhood fills me to the brim, over and over again, as Dex sprawls out for me, his palpitating rod hot and slippery in my mouth. Zarael’s lips and tongue keep playing with my breasts, my nipples, my over-sensitive skin and I know I can’t hold on much longer. I don’t need to. As I let go, my mind explodes into a million fiery little dots which spread out like fireworks. I gasp and moan, throbbing hard, my legs tightening, my muscles cramping.

  Dex pulls out and jerks himself off right onto my naked breasts, like a summer shower of white pearls. Theron doesn’t stop. He keeps going a little while longer and that only strengthens my orgasm, prolongs it, making it seem endless. His body suddenly tightens, his breathing changes pace, he bites down on his lower lip and groans into my neck.

  I close my eyes, feeling the fire sparkle in all its glory. It licks the wooden base with a crackling noise, flickering, flaring, like a fountain of fireworks. It reminds me of what just happened inside of me. The three men around me are tuckered out. I know the feeling. It’s a chilly night, but none of us wants to go anywhere. I grab the blanket, which is big enough to cover all of us, if we squeeze in tightly together. This is how we all fall asleep, nestled together, no one taking any notice of the thin trickle of blood that is already dried between my legs. Strangely, I don’t want to wipe it off. It’s my war paint, I’ve earned it.

  Chapter 25

  I wake up to the soothing light that falls down onto my closed eyelids like satin curtains. The sun’s kiss of warmth and joy is enough to make me wake up with a smile, but then, I turn to see that there are still three slumbering bodies next to me. I prop myself up and stretch a little. It feels good. The heat emanating from the bodies next to me has kept all my fears caged. These strong arms held me; these soft lips kissed me. I bite my lip at the shame, the embarrassment. What have I done? Sure, it felt amazing, but I just slept with all three of them. No amount of alcohol can be my excuse. A sudden redness washes over me and it doesn’t stop only on my cheeks. I can feel my chest, my palms, even my feet burning red.

  Flashing images from last night flush me with those same sensations all over again. Even if I close
my eyes, I can’t forget. I don’t think I ever will. But, what will they think of me? I sit up, with the blanket still wrapped up around me. If I’m very careful and very quiet, I’d be able to get out of this entanglement of arms and legs. Maybe they won’t even notice. I steal one more look at them. They all seem to be sleeping soundly. Wild. Powerful. Untamed. These are the words I think of every time I see one of them. It’s like they have attached themselves to me and no matter how hard I try to escape it, I can’t. I try to get up, but Theron’s hand is on my thigh. He senses me.

  “Morning, sunshine,” Dex beats him to a greeting first. I turn to him and see that his head is resting on his hand, bent at the elbow. “Did you sleep well?” There is a charming grin on his face, lighting up his eyes.

  “Um, yeah,” I manage to nod.

  “Are you alright?” Theron checks in, his brows rising, one of his hands sneaking behind my back, petting me gently.