Free A Taste of Winter: 1 (Red Masks) by Gia Dawn Page B

stay,” he added, so softly
she could barely hear. “I have been looking forward to this for many days now.”
    He placed the glass of champagne to her lips, urging her to
drink. Needing the distraction, Alaina took a decent swallow and wondered how
the encounter was going to play out. Would they take turns? One man watch while
the other—
    She didn’t have to wait long for an answer as Zayne nodded
to Ryan, who immediately grabbed both her wrists and pulled them tight behind
her. Now her breasts were raised for Zayne’s inspection and he wasted no time
in plucking at their tips, rubbing them hard between his fingers until Alaina gasped
in pleasure and pain.
    Ryan’s body was like a rock against her back, the growing
length of his cock pressing between her legs as he pulled her even closer,
lowering his head to nip her neck with his teeth.
    Not content until she was fully bared to both their gazes,
Zayne unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it over her shoulders as Ryan released
one of her wrists at a time and let the garment fall carelessly to the floor.
    Her bra went next followed by her skirt and panties, leaving
her clad in only her stockings.
    “On or off?” Zayne snugged his finger beneath one lacy top.
“Would you like to change places before you decide?”
    “Most certainly.” Ryan waited until Zayne had moved behind
her and taken over the capture of her wrists before he moved to stand before
her, his eyes as dark as midnight as he studied her anew.
    “On,” he pronounced thoughtfully, reaching out to tuck his
hand between her legs. Alaina jumped at the touch and groaned in renewed desire
as Zayne slid one knee between her legs and spread them wider, giving Ryan
greater access. He took it, spreading her flesh and tucking one thick finger
deep inside her cunt, never once taking his eyes from her face as he gauged her
reaction.
    Alaina trembled as he withdrew before taking a second finger
and adding it with the first while his thumb drew lazy circles around her
swollen and sensitive clit.
    In the meantime Zayne trapped both her wrists between their
bodies, freeing up his hands to torture her breasts, pulling and pinching her
nipples until they grew hard as pebbled stone—sending waves of agonized
pleasure up her spine and causing her to shake like a leaf blown in the wind.
    Each man looked different. They smelled different. And
Alaina wondered how different they would taste and if she had the nerve to beg
them to let her kneel and take them into her mouth, one at a time.
    The thought took its toll. Already too near the point of
orgasm, Alaina cried out in warning and Ryan understood her failing control,
clamping his fingers hard enough around her clit that she gasped at the
unexpected rush of pain.
    He removed his hand with a disappointed shake of his head.
“Too soon for you to find release.”
    “Agreed,” Zayne growled behind her back, smacking his hand
hard against her thigh.
    Biting back a sting of tears that she had so disappointed
them, Alaina’s knees gave out and she fell to the floor when Zayne released
her. But she quickly regained her composure when she saw the bulges that
threatened to rip through both men’s pants. One for each, she thought in
satisfaction as she rose to her knees, running a hand along each man’s
erection, reveling in the power as she heard their combined intake of breaths.
    But which should she undress first? What would get her
punished and what would get her praised? Giving Ryan a questioning look she
waited for his command but he remained stubbornly stoic, leaving her to make
her own decision.
    It was Zayne who saved her, bending low to whisper in her
ear, “Master first. I will sit back and enjoy the show—for now.” With that, he
retrieved his champagne in one elegant hand and moved back to his chair.
    Beyond grateful, Alaina vowed to give the architect the ride
of his life before she turned her full attention to Ryan. Knowing Zayne watched
made her exquisitely