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Chapter Thirty-Five

Damon, Christian, Erebus and I sit in a restaurant-about to enjoy a candle-lit dinner. Hopefully followed by some bedroom fun, which I suspect it will, knowing my mates.

My mates cleared booked the entire restaurant, so that we can have privacy. I guess there are perks to having three rich, Alpha males as mates.

I look up as a waiter approaches. He appears to be a teenager, which is kind of at odds with him working in such a high end restaurant. The place is Italian, and was originally family-owned-before the food started attracting high-end customers, and it expanded.

“Good evening, my name is Leo. I’ll be your server tonight. May I get you started with drinks?” he asks, sending me a flirtatious smile that I return with a prim one of my own.

Damon growls at Leo, who swiftly lowers his eyes, before ordering a fancy-sounding bottle of wine for the four of us. Leo gives a quick nod before turning on his heel and heading away.

Once he disappears into the kitchen, Damon turns to me as a wicked smile adorns his face. He slips his hand into his suit pocket, retrieving a tiny device with a few buttons on it.

“I have a surprise for you,” he says. Something tells me this surprise is going to be very s****l.

Damon clicks a button on the remote, and suddenly vibrations start up in my panties. I jolt, standing up out of instinct

“Sit down,” Erebus growls. The dom voice he’s using makes me instantly obey-dropping back down into my seat. The added friction of being seated on something makes the sensation rippling through my p***y more intense.

I give Damon a both questioning and desperate look. When he laid out my clothes, I noticed that he got me a new pair of panties, but I never thought that they would turn into a vibrator on command.

sell the most enticing things these days. Like panties with special vibrating pads built into them.” He presses a button on the remote several times, and

I moan out, trying to fight the sensations bombarding me. But it’s no use. When Damon wants to do something to me, he does

I have to fight the moan threatening to

Option one, you sit here-and enjoy the vibrations from your panties. You can come as many times as

turning so that I’m looking at him. His eyes blaze with intensity as he watches my features that quiver from the pleasure coursing through

“Choose, Amira.”

other day-when I pissed Erebus off my accidentally skipping a couple meals. It’s not my fault

Damon gives me a pleased

pants. Christian’s hand still rests on my thigh, rubbing slow, erotic circles on my skin. I don’t know what it is with the three of them and orgasms, but I think it has to do

orgasm, the feel a fundamental pleasure from it. Not s****, necessarily, but the satisfaction

admit out loud just how much I

me-they get hurt. And I doubt they’d do that to themselves. Besides, outside of the bedroom, I really don’t think they have a urge to hurt me. Physically or emotionally. Their protective sides have really come out in the few weeks since we’ve gone to the club. Unfortunately, that extends past

drawing me out of my thoughts and into the present as I feel an orgasm

his lips, he takes a sip, purposely running his tongue over the rim in an

all of our glasses a little past half way before making his way back to the kitchen. I reach for my glass, swallowing the contents in two large gulps. Alcohol might help keep my orgasm at bay-though we still have the entire dinner to go. There’s little doubt in my mind that I’ll have come at least a dozen times before

teasing me. I swallow and nod, reaching for the wine bottle

that’ll stop you from soaking you chair?” he asks nonchalantly. My eyes roll into the back of my head as the low, smoky rumble of his voice sends

go just about insane. Dinner is