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Chapter 35

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.

“s*x stores 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 the vibrations become more intense. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Please, not now,” 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 it. No if, and’s, or but’s.

Damon leans forward in his seat, and I have to fight the moan threatening to escape my throat.

“You have two options, Amira. Option one, you sit here-and enjoy the vibrations from your panties. You

can come as many times as you want. Option two, you disobey, and get the whipping of a century

when we get home.”

Christian, who’s seated beside me, reaches out and grabs my chin, 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

me.

“Choose, Amira.”

My ass is still sore from the spanking I received the other day-when I pissed Erebus off my accidentally

skipping a couple meals. It’s not my fault that I was busy and had s**t to do.

“Option one,” I murmur. Damon gives me a pleased smile. “Good.”

My three mates proceed to dive into a conversation about Alpha duties, ignoring my shallow 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 something with the bond.

When I receive pleasure, or orgasm, the feel a fundamental pleasure from it. Not s****, necessarily, but

the satisfaction they receive is soul-deep and intense. So, of course they’d enjoy torturing me with

orgasms.

And I can’t say I hate it. I mean, after a while I get sensitive, and I’d never admit out loud just how much

I love them taking complete control of me-my body, my pleasure, my very being. It’s almost nice to

have people I can somewhat trust with myself.

Trust, as in I know that if they hurt 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 checking in with emotional state regularly, since they also growl any time another guy

looks at me for too long.

The vibrations are upped again, drawing me out of my thoughts and into the present as I feel an

orgasm Damon’s glass

Damon holds eye contact with me as he swirls the liquid around the glass before bringing the cup to his

lips, he takes a sip, purposely running his tongue over the rim in an incredibly suggestive manner that

brings me that much closer to coming right in front of our waiter.

He gives Leo a nod of approval, who proceeds to fill 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 we get home.

“Are you alright, Amira?” Damon purrs, teasing me. I swallow and nod, reaching for the wine bottle and

pouring myself another full glass.

Erebus narrows his eyes at my actions. “Think 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 me

over the edge. I bite down on my fist to keep myself from moaning.

The vibrations are upped, yet again, and I think I’m ready to go just about insane. Dinner is about to

turn into one long, drawn-out orgasm marathon.

Leo comes back, and Damon orders my meal for me-which I’m grateful for, because I don’t think I

could utter a single sentence without moaning.

Without warning, Christian suddenly pulls me onto his lap. His hand slips under my dress and cups my

p***y, pushing the vibrating fabric even tighter against my already swollen clit.

“You’re evil,” I groan, as another orgasm comes crashing over me. I grip a handful of Christian’s dress

shirt, riding out the sensations.

Suddenly, and thankfully, the vibrations stop. I glance at Damon to see him pocketing the remote. I

realize his reason for doing so when our food is placed in front of us.

“It’ll be difficult to eat if you’re orgasming,” he murmurs, giving me another one of his signature wicked

smiles. I nod slowly, attempting to climb off Christian’s lap-only to have him hold me down with the arm

wrapped around my waist. His hand leaves my p***y in favor of moving my delicious-looking pasta

closer to him, picking up a forkful, and bringing it to my mouth. I accept the bite gratefully.

I drink deeply when he holds a cup of water up to my lips.

Dinner goes by with all three of my mates watching intently. And, just as our plates are cleared, the

vibrations start up again

“No!” I squeak.

“Yes,” Damon retorts, watching me closely. “I’m not done with you yet, Amira. You may have gotten

through dinner with some reprieve, but you will eat every bite of desert while coming for us, again and

again.

“Please,” I beg as another orgasm crashes over to me.

Damon opens his mouth to say something, but just at that moment, all the windows at the front of the

restaurant suddenly shower-as bullets begin to rain down around us.