100: Ada's POV (NSFW)

They took me to my room.

Phoenix turned me to where I was facing away from him. His fingers quickly undid the laces of my corset, ribbons hanging loosely on my side. Nik walked over to the bed, pulled the comforters down, and removed the pillows. I heard wood being piled into the fireplace behind me, which told me Darius was starting a fire. Phoenix was working to undress me quickly, hand brushing over bits of my bare skin as my clothing fell. My skirt and hoop were around my ankles within a minute, leaving me in just my slip, undergarments, and heels.

Darius let out a little growl as he approached my side, eyes scouring over the silk slip. When he reached for me, I shook my head. Every single time I’d been with them, they’d been in charge. I liked that, but I knew what I wanted to do this time, and that meant I needed to be in control. They would listen to me, or this wouldn’t be happening.

All three Kings froze when I shook my head, with Nik halfway between the bed and us. Their eyes were all fixated on mine. I rolled my shoulders back, looking for any strength the Moon Goddess would grant me to wrangle these three tonight. My voice was surprisingly firm, “Not tonight. Tonight is about celebrating you three,” I reached forward and brushed my fingers against Phoenix’s jaw. “It’s about completing our bond,” Darius gasped beside me. Nik’s eyes darkened. “Now, undress.”

To my surprise, none of them hesitated. They began stripping where they were, shedding layers of clothes and tossing them around my room. It was a tornado of flying garments. My heart thundered in my chest. Was I really about to do this? Could I be certain of the decision I was about to make? There would be no going back. Sahara growled in my mind, and my teeth lengthened slightly. Fangs rubbed against the inside of my lips and cheeks. Alrighty then. Clearly, my wolf had her own ideas about this.

My three mates were now surrounding me, completely naked. All eyes were locked on mine. Their heads were slightly bowed, a sign of subservience. Every other time we’d been together, they’d been in complete control. It hadn’t bothered me, but I was reveling in the ability to take as much time as I wanted. Currently, I was drinking each of them in slowly.

Darius was standing on flat feet, stance squared. His thigh muscles flexed as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, causing his erection to bob ever-so-slightly. My breathing quickened as my gaze crept up his body. He was the most tan of the three of them, and his golden skin was strikingly beautiful in the flickering light of the fire. Chiseled muscles were sharpened by the shadows being hewn across them. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of his neck, the earthy brown dark and muted in the lowlight. Grape hyacinth eyes seemed to illuminate the darkened space around him as he straightened up beneath my gaze.

Phoenix’s arms were relaxed, hanging by his sides. He still had evidence of several injuries from his kidnapping— scabs and bandages littering his alabaster skin. His golden-fire hair was half-up-half-down. The tendrils that were hanging down were wavy and somehow accentuated the sharp lines of his jaw and his cheekbones. His lips were mildly pouty. There was no evidence left of he cut that had gone through them. His skin was still pale, but he was slowly regaining color. The purplish-red ring around his peppermint eyes seemed to be glowing. It made it all the more intense to look into them. A shiver ran up my spine as Phoenix’s lips curved into a slow, seductive smirk.

Nikolai had leaned against one of the four posters of my bed. He seemed to be the most at ease. His eyes were hooded and matte with lust. The sharp lines of his jaw were highlighted by the shadows being cast around him. For once, I wasn’t sure of what was his and what was just the normal shadows from the lack of light. His skin still had that tanned glow I love, his abs outlined and golden. The combination of his rock-hard muscles, his slicked-back hair, and his humongous erection was enough to make me drool.

The thought that all three of them would be mine slammed into me. Sure, they’d already claimed me. After tonight, though, it would no longer be one-sided. I would own them as equally as they owned me. My heart thudded in my chest, and I swear I could feel my blood racing through my veins.

I stepped over to Darius, who was closest to me. Standing up on my tiptoes, I placed a gentle kiss on his marking spot. His muscles went taut beneath my lips. Darius sucked in a sharp breath and angled his chin down, glowing eyes meeting mine as I stood up.

Try as I might, I was still upset with him over the last few months. He would be mine by the end of this, but I could make him work for it a little bit. I smiled sweetly, trailing my finger over his bare chest as he heaved with his heavy breaths, “Take off my heels.”

There was no hesitation. He dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around one of my ankles. His fingers slowly trailed over the straps of the stiletto as he lifted one of my feet from the ground just enough to slip the heel off. He tossed it aside and went on to the next one. I reveled in the sight of him on his knees before me. As the second shoe went flying, his hands trailed up my calf firmly. His lips trailed over my shin and up to my knee. The entire time, his eyes were locked on mine. I shuddered, tossing my head back.

Someone stepped up behind me, radiating heat as their abs pressed into my back. My head leaned back on them as their hot lips pressed into the side of my neck. I smirked, feeling the fullness of Phoenix’s lips. Darius continued to trail his lips up and down my legs, placing small kisses on the top of my underwear occasionally.

“Remove my bra,” I ordered firmly.

Phoenix’s fingers worked the clasp with ease. Darius guided the bra off my arms and tossed it to its final resting place alongside my shoes. A dark chuckle floated through the air, and I opened my eyes to look find Nik stalking toward us. His eyes flashed as Phoenix pinched one of my pebbled nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and my back arched.

“Our wanton little mate,” Nik’s voice was low, predatory, “Tell me. Am I going to be the one to remove your panties?”