Chapter 32

Isabella

I immediately put down my hand and stood straight, my face burning like fire. Three pairs of eyes seemed to devour me. My nipples were painfully hard, and my intimate area was so wet it clung to my underwear, as if begging for their touch.

"Breathtakingly beautiful," Michael whispered, almost like a prayer, his voice so reverent it made my legs weak.

Kevin let out a low growl that seemed to make the floor of the private booth tremble. His muscles were tense like stone, his jaw clenched as if about to crack, the veins beneath his tattoos bulging frighteningly, like a beast barely contained. "Do you trust us?" he asked, his voice rough as gravel, burning into my bones.

"Yes," I said softly, trembling like a leaf.

Michael pulled a black silk scarf from his pocket and held it up before my eyes. "Then let me take away your sight," his voice was low and enticing, "without your eyes, your other senses will become more sensitive."

I nodded, and he placed the scarf over my eyes, tying it securely behind my head. Darkness engulfed me, stimulating my heart to pound wildly, fear and desire racing through my blood. "Spread your legs," Richard's voice came from in front of me, commanding like a nail driven into my mind.

I obeyed, feet shoulder-width apart, my chest rising and falling as if I'd run a marathon. Without vision, my senses seemed magnified tenfold—their breathing, the masculine scent mixed with sweet ice cream, the cool air licking my heated skin. My body responded intensely, making me want to close my legs in embarrassment.

"Your scent is intoxicating," Kevin growled, terrifyingly close. I trembled, gasping, my body reacting strongly. He suddenly leaned in, his lips pressing against mine, rough yet eager, his tongue demanding entrance. His hand gripped the back of my neck, his teeth grazing my lower lip, causing a slight pain that made my body respond powerfully.

"God, Kevin..." I panted as I broke the kiss, my lips swollen and burning. He growled softly, as if reluctant to let go.

A cool sensation suddenly pressed against my collarbone—a spoonful of ice cream sliding across my skin, leaving a cold trail that made me shiver as if electrified. Michael's mouth immediately followed, his tongue hot as fire, licking away the sweet cream, sucking from my neck to my shoulder. "So sweet," he whispered against my skin, "but I want to taste more."

Another spoonful of ice cream fell on my chest, sliding into my bra, circling my painfully hard nipple. I cried out, my back arching, the contrast of cold and heat seemingly exploding my nerves.

Michael's mouth descended, sucking hard through the lace, his tongue rolling over my nipple, wet heat licking away the ice cream, his teeth lightly biting through the fabric, stimulating me intensely. "Do you like me eating your breasts like this?" he growled, his voice smooth as silk.

"Yes, I like it, sir..." I choked out, my legs trembling so much I could barely stand. Kevin's large hand supported my waist from behind, steadying my swaying body, his breath hot on the side of my neck, like a wolf ready to pounce.

"She's soaked through," Michael chuckled, his fingers sliding over my underwear, brushing against the damp fabric, "her body is begging for us." He removed my bra, exposing my breasts to the cool air, nipples hard as stone.

Ice cream circled my nipples, the cold making me cry out, three mouths taking turns—light teasing licks; deep, hungry sucking with teeth grazing; and rough, devouring kisses with growls that made my skin tingle.

I moaned uncontrollably, my head thrown back, pleasure overwhelming me like a tidal wave. I wanted to close my legs to relieve the throbbing, but Kevin's hands firmly spread my thighs apart, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't move," he growled, his tongue licking behind my ear, biting moistly, eliciting another strong physical response.

"Put her on the table," Richard commanded, his voice rough as sandpaper. Kevin lifted me up, my thighs touching the edge of the table before he placed me directly on it, the surface cold against my skin making me shiver. Richard's fingers hooked into my underwear, slowly pulling it down, the damp fabric sliding down my legs, exposing my intimate area, glistening in the light.

"Look at her," Richard whispered, his voice filled with awe, "pink as a flower, wet as tears." He spread my thighs, his thumb brushing over me, stopping at a particularly sensitive spot and pressing lightly, causing me to cry out, my body instinctively rising toward him.

Cold ice cream dripped onto me, the cold making my back arch, a cry tearing from my throat. Richard's mouth immediately covered the area, his tongue hot as fire, licking away the cream, circling precisely as if dissecting me.

His tongue moved lower, exploring shallowly, drawing out wetness, the sounds making my face burn with embarrassment. "You taste sweet as poison," he growled against me, the vibration intensifying my sensations.

He became more insistent, his tongue mimicking a rhythmic motion, his nose brushing against me, stimulating me until my legs shook like a sieve.

Kevin bent down to kiss me, his tongue dominating, swallowing each of my moans, his hand squeezing my breast, his thumb rolling over my nipple, pain and pleasure intertwined. Michael's hand slid to my waist, his fingertips digging into my flesh, his mouth licking my collarbone, leaving wet, hot marks.

"Richard... Kevin..." I gasped as if about to run out of breath, my body responding intensely to Richard's attentions, dampness increasing embarrassingly. His tongue accelerated, sucking hard, his teeth grazing lightly, stimulating me until I cried out, my first climax exploding like a bomb.

My back arched like a fully drawn bow, my body contracting powerfully, releasing moisture that dripped onto the table. He continued, prolonging the pleasure until it was almost painful.

"She's so tight," Richard growled, his fingers brushing against me, coated with dampness, "once more." Richard's mouth didn't stop, his tongue finding sensitive spots, sucking audibly as if drinking from me.

His hand gripped my thigh, his thumb pressing and rubbing quickly, the stimulation like an electric current exploding. Kevin kissed me more fiercely, his tongue entering my mouth, his hand kneading my breast, his fingernails scraping across, the pain making me moan. Michael bit my earlobe, whispering: "Come for us, baby, fall apart beautifully for us."

The second climax was more intense, like a tsunami consuming me. I cried out their names, my body spasming powerfully, more moisture released, dripping onto the table like a lake of embarrassment.

I collapsed, breathing as if I'd run ten kilometers, my body shaking like a sieve. Richard picked me up, my bare skin pressed against his chest, his hand gently stroking my hair, as if soothing an injured wolf. Michael untied my blindfold, and I blinked to adjust to the candlelight, three pairs of eyes staring at me, bright as stars—gold, amber, and black, mixed with satisfaction and hunger.

"That was... intense," I panted, my mind still floating in pleasure.

"It's just the beginning," Richard whispered, kissing my temple, his voice like a vow, "this is what we can give you, little wolf girl."

Kevin's hand slid across my back, his rough palm so hot it made me shiver. "You belong to us," he growled, his tone possessive, as if marking my soul.

Michael smiled, his eyes flashing gold. "Rest now, baby. Sunday will be here soon."

I nestled in Richard's arms, with Kevin and Michael watching over me, my heartbeat slowing down, certainty burning into my bones like fire.

If this was what being bonded to them felt like, I couldn't wait to completely belong to them.