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  “We take control or Talib will do it,” Cal cut in. “Tori might think she’s going to go her own way, but I know her brother-in-law and he’ll make sure no one can take advantage of her. If we don’t do something, she’ll end up working here in the palace again and Talib will maneuver her into a relationship he feels comfortable with. I happen to have heard he was planning on introducing her to his cousins tonight.”

  The hell he would.

  Callum pointed at him. “There. Tell me what just went through your head. You look quite fierce right now.”

  “Talib has a woman of his own. He should stay away from…” Mine.

  He’d been about to call Tori mine.

  Callum’s lips curled up in obvious satisfaction. “Just because you don’t say it doesn’t make the facts less true. We can top her or Tal and his brothers will quietly do it until they give up the role to men of their choice. They care about her and she needs someone to watch out for her. It won’t work because she’s a stubborn little vixen and they can’t spank her properly.”

  “If they try, I’ll kill them.” He was surprised at how savage he felt at the prospect of someone coming in and organizing her life. She might need it, but he would be damned if he let someone else see to the task. All his good intentions seemed to be flying out the door. He’d intended to apologize and give Tori over to his brothers. After all he’d heard, Oliver wasn’t sure he could leave the room tonight if his life depended on it.

  “Now you’re talking like the brother I know. You always were a possessive arse. And yet you let Yasmin run around with whomever she wanted.”

  His stomach turned at the very mention of her name. “I don’t want to talk about her.”

  Callum held his hands up, placating him. “I’m merely pointing out that you never acted possessive with Yasmin. Because you never really loved her. You got caught in her mess. Tori is different. You’ve been a prick since the day you met her. You tried everything you could to keep the rest of us away.”

  “And yet here I am.”

  “Because now you’re being a reasonable prick and all you have to do is change one little pronoun. Not my woman. Ours. She’s ours. And the good news is if someone needs an arsekicking because they’ve done our woman wrong, we’ve got our own gang.”

  Callum made it sound so easy, but Oliver wasn’t sold yet. Oh, he was sold on tonight. He simply wasn’t certain it could work long term.

  Then the door opened, and he couldn’t think about anything but her.

  She hurried in behind Rory. A gorgeous flush made her skin glow. Her hair was mussed in a way that made Oliver’s dick throb. Rory had gotten his hands on her at some point.

  Callum stood beside him. “Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Did you finally kiss her?”

  The look of satisfaction on his brother’s face was nearly palpable. Rory was always so buttoned up and proper, but now his hair was messy, his jacket wrinkled from whatever he’d been doing with Tori, and he seemed so much happier for it. “Not as much as I would have liked, but I believe she understands the situation now.”

  Tori’s gaze moved between the three of them, her eyes wide and her lips swollen. “He’s wrong. I don’t understand anything.”

  Oliver was in the same boat. He didn’t understand… but he was curious. “Show me how you kissed her, Rory.”

  He needed to know if he could handle it. The idea of it didn’t make him want to murder his brother the way he would have thought. Yes, he’d been furious at Callum for fondling Tori during the fundraiser, but mostly because he’d assumed his younger brother meant to keep the girl for himself. Now Oliver had to know if he could handle his brothers touching her without going into a rage.

  A slow smile slid across his brother’s face and he reached out to draw Tori in. She gasped, the little sound making Oliver think of a kitten who got caught by a lion. She was small compared to Rory, delicate, but not fragile. Oliver knew from experience how solid Tori was. She wouldn’t break. She could handle them even when they were total bastards.

  Rory’s fingers tangled in her hair as he tilted her head up before his mouth descended on hers. He wasn’t soft or sweet. His brother devoured her, and Tori responded. Her whole body softened against his, her breasts crushed to his chest. He watched her, watched how readily she responded to Rory’s dominance. Her arms wound around his neck, her hips cuddling his.

  She wanted Rory. Did she want him, too?

  “Feel the need to rip her away from him?” Callum asked, his voice low.

  Oliver shook his head. The truth settled deep inside him. He didn’t try to dodge it or rationalize it. He just accepted it. “I like watching her.”

  She was beautiful and he wouldn’t get to see her like this if he was the man doing the kissing. He wouldn’t be able to watch how she responded, to really study her. He would be driving toward his own pleasure and now he could see that would be a mistake. Her pleasure would heighten his own. He wanted to give her as much as possible.

  Callum stood beside him, his stare all over Tori. “You can really get a sense of what she needs from watching her with someone else. I wouldn’t allow this with anyone but the two of you. I couldn’t take her to a club and share her with someone else just to watch her. This only works between us. Rory won’t run off with her. He won’t try to steal her from us.”

  Rory sighed and gave her lips one last kiss before letting her go. “I couldn’t handle her by myself. She’s far too much woman for any one man.”

  Tori flushed, and her lips curled up. Dominance followed by tenderness. She needed both. Was it possible she needed him, too?

  “Tori, you know what I want, right?” Callum stepped up, moving into her space.

  “Sex,” she answered quietly.

  Callum loomed over her. “So much more than sex. I want to play with you. I want to share you with my brothers. You’ll be the center of our world and we’ll give you more pleasure than you can imagine, but you have to obey me if you want it. That’s the exchange.”

  “I want a night with you,” she said, biting her lip. “And as you all know, I don’t have much experience so following your advice seems logical.”

  Callum caught her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “This isn’t following advice. You’ll obey or you’ll face the punishment.”

  She stared up at Callum. “Punishment? You’ll really spank me?”

  The thought of watching his brother slap her gorgeous arse nearly unmanned Oliver. He needed to get himself under control or he would be no good to her.

  “I’ll definitely spank you,” Callum answered. “You’re going to lay yourself over my knee and accept my discipline for lying about a fiancé, running away like a frightened little bird, and forcing us to track you down in order to settle our differences.”

  A frown turned her lips down. “That’s not fair. I didn’t know I could get spanked for doing that. And I wasn’t a frightened little bird. I was mad as hell.”

  “I can attest to that.” Oliver quipped.

  Where had that come from? Was his sense of humor finally coming back after all this time?

  Callum kept his gaze steady on her. “Make your decision, Torrance. You will be spanked if you stay in this room. Tell me you’re not curious about it. Tell me that pussy of yours isn’t already wet and aching at the thought of my hand on your backside. You might not have experience, but you know what you want. You also know that anything worth having requires courage. Can you be brave?”

  Tori nodded. “I want it. I want to try everything.”

  Callum placed a very chaste kiss on her lips. “That’s my girl. Now go over there and kiss Oliver. He’s as inexperienced in this particular form of play as you are, and I think he’s feeling out of place. Can you forgive him for being a wretched arse?”

  He was feeling out of place. He was wondering if it wouldn’t be better to leave her with Callum and Rory. Did Callum have to point that out just now?

  She swayed across the room to him, he
r body moving with unconscious grace. Oliver found himself caught in the gaze of those somber eyes. She was so beautiful, and he’d treated her so poorly. She’d deserved the world, and he’d given her hell. If she slapped him, he’d endure it. If she wanted to rail at his injustices, he would listen to every word.

  “I’m sorry, Tori.” He could never apologize enough.

  She reached up to him, bracing her hands on his chest. Their gazes met. “I want to erase that night.”

  That wasn’t what he wanted. “I only want to erase the end. I want to go back and hold you, make it good for you.”

  “Then do it tonight, Oliver.” She rose to her tiptoes and brushed her lips over his.

  This was what he’d missed for weeks. Oliver caught her in his arms and pressed his body to hers. Her sweet gasp thrilled him. He felt powerful and perfect for her as he took her mouth. Their first time had been too fast. It had become a blur in his head, a rapid-fire rush to pleasure, like all of his encounters since Yasmin. After her, he’d rushed through and taken what he needed, getting his lover off, then running away as soon as possible.

  Not this time. He was going to indulge in Tori. He was going to learn every inch of her skin. He would know her touch and taste and how she looked when she came.

  Callum might call it play, but it was going to be a long, decadent discovery for Oliver.

  She softened for him, her mouth readily opening to accept the thrust of his tongue. He caressed his way down her body, memorizing her curves through the fabric of her dress. He loved her hourglass figure, how her small waist flared to womanly hips. While their tongues played, he pressed his hips in, letting her feel the hard line of his erection.

  Every little mewl and roll of her hips told him she was ready, but he refused to fuck and run again. He was following his brothers’ lead, and that meant they were both in for some torture. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her, but he was determined this would be a night she couldn’t forget. It was their first real night together. From here on out, he would change.

  Maybe he could be a better man. Maybe he could do it for her.

  Oliver broke off the kiss with a gentle brushing of their lips. “I’m so glad to be here with you, Tori.”

  She hugged him, her cheek pressed against his heart. “I am, too. I need this. I need to be with you all just once.”

  “Once won’t be enough.” He could admit deep down that he wanted forever with her. He simply wasn’t sure he deserved it. But tonight wasn’t about fixing his tormented soul. It was about giving her the pleasure and adoration she deserved. He glanced at Callum and Rory, who were watching. “What should I do now?”

  Rory worked the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a torso packed with hard muscle. Oliver was happy he’d never stopped going to the gym because both his brothers were built like brick shithouses.

  “I think it’s time we saw what she has to offer us.” Rory turned a burning stare on her. “Since you’ve already had the pleasure of seeing our lovely sub naked, you can do the honors. Undress her for us, Oliver.”

  Tori shivered in his arms but he could tell she wasn’t afraid. Her body was still languid against his. She was a sensual thing, and the idea of being presented to his brothers seemed to arouse her.

  “I want to show them how gorgeous you are,” he whispered to Tori. “Will you let me?”

  Oliver wouldn’t proceed until he knew she agreed to his brothers’ request.

  She nodded against his chest, and that was all he needed. He slid his fingers along the back of her beautiful dress until he found the zip, then eased it down, brushing along the line of her spine all the way down to the two sexy dimples he knew sat at the small of her back.

  He looked down at the swell of her beautiful breasts. “I don’t like the fact that you’re not wearing a bra.”

  “I couldn’t find one that worked with the dress.” She blushed as she clutched the dress. “Believe me, I wish I’d worn one, too.”

  The pictures. Oliver wanted to beat every person with a camera, but he wasn’t going to waste time on anger now. “Turn around.”

  She seemed to gather her courage and nodded. She turned but pressed her back against him as though she needed the connection.

  He needed it, too. Gently, he stroked her arms, coaxing her to let the dress go. “Show them how pretty you are. Show them you’re ready to take everything they have to give.”

  She released the pretty silk. The dress pooled around her ankles.

  Oliver cupped her breasts, offering them up to his brothers. Now he was quite happy he didn’t have to deal with her bra. Those breasts were too lovely to be hidden. Round and firm, with perfect pinkish brown nipples made to be licked and nibbled on. “She’s soft and warm and so fucking gorgeous it’s nearly impossible to imagine. Her breasts are sensitive. These little nipples respond beautifully when you suck them.”

  He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, enjoying the way she fidgeted and arched against him. Her backside brushed his erection. Tiny silk knickers covered her. All it would take was a twist of his hands around that delicate fabric to see her bare.

  “That’s not the only beautiful thing I see. Tell me, Oliver, before you fucked everything up, how did it feel to be inside that tight pussy?” Callum asked, his voice hoarse.

  Arousal flooded his system, making the world seem hazy and a little surreal. He was talking to his brothers about fucking the woman of his dreams—the woman he was about to share with them—and it seemed oddly natural. It was definitely natural to let his hand slide down to that pussy his brothers were staring at. He ran his palm over the silky scrap of fabric covering her and found it soaked. “Why do you think I fucked everything up? She felt too good to be true.”

  He dragged the knickers down her legs, and she obediently stepped out of them.

  Callum dragged in a rough breath.

  “Fuck me,” Rory muttered thickly, staring at her cunt.

  On his knees, Oliver was so close he could smell the citrus of her body and the strong spicy scent of her need. His fingers slid over her labia, finding her already coated with arousal. She was ripe and ready and he wanted to taste her again. He wanted to eat that pussy until she couldn’t shout out his name anymore.

  She moved against his fingers, silently begging for a pet.

  “Don’t move,” Callum commanded. “She’s trying to sneak in an orgasm and she doesn’t get one until she’s had her spanking.”

  She leaned back against him. “I wasn’t trying to steal anything.”

  “Then let’s get this over with so we can move on to the pleasant portions of the evening.” Callum took a seat on the edge of the bed, patting his lap. “Over my knee.”

  * * * *

  He couldn’t be serious. Tori had never felt more vulnerable than standing there in Oliver’s arms as his brother ordered her to lay over his lap and take her punishment. They were all dressed…and she was completely naked. What was she thinking? She was naked and aroused and Callum wanted to spank her. How could she be this aroused?

  She just was. And knowing Oliver’s and Rory’s stares would be on her only turned her on more.

  “Please, Tori, he’s being a stubborn bastard, but I don’t think he’ll let us move on unless you obey,” Oliver whispered into her ear. “And I’m dying here.”

  He pressed that massive erection into her backside. Tori held in a secret smile. Of course she was going to give in. She wanted what Rory had promised her—the three men she loved surrounding her, pleasuring her. Somehow knowing Oliver was as green at this kind of play as she was settled her. After their first time together, she hadn’t been sure how she would react to Oliver, if she could trust him to make her body sing. But being with him felt right. Perfect. Oliver would support her, show her off to the others, and make her feel like a goddess. She had no doubt this would be a night to remember.

  Too bad his brother was so serious about the whole discipline thing.

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nbsp; “I’m scared of the spanking,” she murmured, eyes downcast. “I’ve never had one.”

  “Not even as a child?” Rory asked.

  She shook her head. “I spent a lot of time in the corner, though. I got grounded a few times, but no one ever spanked me.”

  “I knew there was a reason you’re such an incorrigible brat.” Callum winked her way. “I’m glad I get to give you your first spanking. I’ll teach you the first lesson. The longer you make me wait, the worse it will get. If you come to me now, you can expect an erotic spanking. Then we’ll call the slate clean. If you make me wait, I’ll need more from you.”