Chapter 110

Galina

Watching the tension hum through the air as the men join Esme and me for dinner is fascinating. Each takes their place with a tense set to their shoulders, their eyes flicking from Esme to myself and back over and over. Everyone knows what's coming tonight, and none of them quite know how to act as we fuel our bodies. Their anticipation and concern are obvious, though they're doing their best to hide it. Esme seems to find their boyish nerves as entertaining as I do, though, as she keeps poking fun at them.

"So how do you feel about orgies, Galina?" Esme asks with an innocent look.

Bellamy starts coughing at her words, and Novak chuckles while Alistair leans his head back and looks at the ceiling, almost like he's praying for patience.

"You know, Esme, at this point I think I like watching best," I tell her with a straight face, enjoying watching as the men squirm.

Esme pouts and leans against me, squishing her breasts against my arm.

"But it's more fun to partake, after all, look at all of the delicious parts we have here," she waves towards the men, each of whom is shifting uncomfortably.

I pretend to think for a moment before nodding and leaning closer to Esme, so our lips are just a breath apart.

"You're right, it's always more fun to do that see, but where should we start?"

Her breath catches, almost like she's not teasing anyone anymore, which makes me glad that she's just as affected by me as I am by her. She closes the distance between our lips and kisses me sweetly. I hear the sound of utensils dropping, followed by the quickening breath of Alistair, a groan from Bellamy, and a low whistle from Novak.

By the time I pull back, Esme and I are both breathless. She stares at me, searching my eyes for a moment, before smiling softly and stroking me cheek.

"I'd say they're ready, wouldn't you, love?" she whispers.

"I think we're done with dinner," I murmur, turning my face to kiss her palm.

Esme nods and takes my hand, leading me towards the bedroom. We pause in the doorway to look back at the men, all of whom are sitting rigid in their seats, hands clenched. Esme chuckles at the sight.

"Aren't you coming, boys?"

Alistair quirks an eyebrow, looking at me as if waiting for permission. I can't help the smile that forms on my face as I dip my head and tug Esme into the room.

The men follow quickly behind now that whatever spell of hesitation which was hung over them has been broken. I glance around at the room before facing Esme and leaning in to kiss her again. She moans into my mouth. Nothing touches but our lips, but the urge to roam my hands up and down her body is so overwhelming that I find myself reaching up, hovering my hands just over her flesh without touching, not wanting to do anything she isn't interested in.

The sound of Novak chuckling behind me has me pulling back to glance at him. He grins and grabs my hand, pulling it forward to rest on Esme's breast. For a moment, my brain stops functioning as I look into Novak's eyes while he massages Esme with my hand, but her moan snaps me out of the daze, bringing my attention back to her.

I can hear Bellamy and Alistair murmuring in the corner, but my focus is too intent on Esme and Novak to understand what they're saying. When they move in tandem, however, I figure that they must have been coming to an agreement about how tonight is going to go, because Alistair wraps his arms around Esme while Bellamy wraps his around me, Novak stepping off to the side to guide my hands in exploration.

Novak murmurs to me, telling me how to touch Esme, how each man is going to touch her or me, what she likes, and what I might like. His words are like a balm for my shaky nerves, giving me a confidence I hadn't expected.

"That's right, Gal, just like that. Run your hands down her sides, and hook them in her shirt. Push the blasted thing up and show us all those creamy mounds of flesh that Esme calls breasts."

I groan, slowly running my hands down her sides and hooking my fingers in the bottom edge of her shirt and slowly pulling it up to reveal her expanse of mouthwateringly smooth skin.

Alistair reaches his hands around to cup her breasts as I expose them, kissing along her neck before helping me to pull the shirt off and toss it to the side. I step back to admire Esme, enjoying the contrast of Alistair's skin against hers as he fondles her.

Bellamy kisses my neck, making me moan. Esme's eyes open at the sound, piercing me with her perceptive gaze before a slow grin stretches across her face. She tilts her head to the side to kiss Alistair over her shoulder. The kiss continues until she nips his lips and pulls back, crooking her finger at me before stalking towards the bed, Alistair's hand in her own.

I swallow nervously but follow behind her, enjoying the seductive sway of her hips and the flexing of Alistair's muscles. Novak chuckles and taps Alistair's shoulder, whispering something in his ear before dipping his head towards me. Alistair smiles and nods, kissing Esme once more before stepping back and letting her crawl up onto the oversized bed, where she sprawls out and begins massaging her own breasts with a grin.

Bellamy lets me stop just before Alistair, who pulls me in for a brief, soft kiss before stepping back and tugging off his shirt and pants, leaving his obsidian skin gleaming tauntingly in the pale light. My eyes trace the dip of each muscle, my mouth watering as they flex and twitch under my gaze.

Esme groans and sits up, glaring at myself and Bellamy.