Claimed by Three
feed you. We’ll get to the kisses and more later.”
    The cube of food slipped inside. It was a vegetable, crisp and fresh. She chewed with relish. Berenger and Kassius alternated feeding her. She took their offerings, enjoying the teasing in between.
    “Enough. I’ve eaten enough.” She pulled back from the chunk of ojia Berenger held in front of her. The juicy, red-fleshed fruit tempted her, but she was full.
    “Good, now we get to play.” Teague nuzzled her hair away from her earlobe. His teeth gently grazed it.
    Berenger spread the top of her dress wide, but it eased back partially over her breasts. He again pulled it open. When it again covered the side of her breast, he frowned. She smiled at his obvious frustration.
    “Lean forward and help me a little. Let’s get this off your arms. We’ll let the dress stay on, but the top is in my way.” Berenger reached out and guided her forward.
    Teague’s arms fell away. She almost grabbed at his hands and held them to her. Her body remembered his touch all too well. She ached to feel his fingers on her breasts or stroking her pussy until she came.
    “Maybe you should have picked a shirt and skirt, then.” She pulled her right arm free and then the left. The top of the dress dropped to bunch around her waist.
    “I wanted you to accompany us naked. They muttered something about laws and you not going along with that.” Teague’s hands clasped under her breasts and pulled her back against him.
    “They were right. I would have said no.” She relaxed back against his chest. “I’m not walking out of my house nude.”
    “Aw, don’t you trust us?” Teague stroked his hand down her stomach.
    “I trust you, but I’m not walking around nude for everyone else to see.” She turned in his arms so he could see her glare. She didn’t mind walking around without clothes for them and loved their dominance, but only for their enjoyment, not everyone else’s.
    “Thinking of it that way, I don’t want other men seeing this sweet body either.” Berenger drew his palm over her thigh, pushing up the skirt of her dress.
    “Relax against Teague, Sephanie. We intend to play. Watch, baby.” Kassius swept his thumb across her cheek.
    She didn’t get a chance to get comfortable. Teague guided her around until her back rested against his chest. He didn’t stop there. His hands skimmed down her rib cage and to her hips. She stiffened. Not because she was scared, but because he was irritating her.
    “I can do this.” She pressed on his arms.
    “So can I.” He angled her on his lap.
    “Teague.” She turned her head and glanced up at him.
    “Don’t argue. Watch and feel.” Teague’s hand rose.
    He cupped her chin and brushed his lips across hers. His tongue probed lightly. She opened her mouth for him. When the kiss deepened, she felt the hunger rising in her. The touch incited a desire for more.
    His teeth grazed her lip as he pulled back. “Watch them. We’re determined to please you.”
    She groaned softly and leaned into him. The last thing she wanted to do was sit back and watch. She ached to touch, kiss, and inflame.
    “But I need to play too.” She stared at him. She loved the way they focused their attention on her, but her palms and fingertips tingled with the urge to explore their bodies.
    “And you will, Sephanie. But watch.” Teague gently turned her back to Berenger and Kassius.
    “You’ll enjoy this.” Berenger drew his fingers across her cheek. “Watch and feel. Don’t hold back. Let me hear what you like and what you love.”
    She smiled at that. Her gaze remained locked on his until the moment something cool and wet grazed her chest. She glanced down and saw Kassius holding a pinkish piece of fruit. It was cut into a cube. She couldn’t tell what it was from the color.
    He swirled the fruit up her breast, painting circles around her nipple and into the valley between the two mounds. Her breath caught in her throat as he ran the cool fruit

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