“Yeah,” Axel added. And L.T. looked at Deacon.
“It’s fate, my friend. You can push her away, and deny your needs and the attraction for only so long. She should be ours.”
Damn Deacon and his calm analysis of the situation.
They all heard the voice as the radio dispatched.
“The men are on the move. Our agents will take over from here.”
“Good. We have our own mission to accomplish,” L.T. added firmly and then placed his hands on his hips as he stared at his team.
“We do this, there’s no turning back.”
“Agreed,” Quentin said, and then Axel and then Deacon.
“Who goes in first?” L.T. asked.
“You did already. Let Deacon. If she doesn’t recognize him by then, I’ll go, and we’ll take her from here and to the special room,” Axel said.
“Agreed,” L.T. added, and they watched as Deacon made his way toward Mariah.
* * * *
Something was going on. Those men sure did leave in a hurry, and then on top of it, she’d recognized Armando, but he didn’t seem to recognize her. This mask was truly the right choice. Where most of the masks the women wore covered part of their face or just the eyes, hers covered all the way to her upper lip, around her cheeks to her ears. It was all decorated in silver beading with strands of silver hanging on her right side, to nearly her bare shoulder.
She heard the sound of the music playing and identified the song immediately.
“May I have this dance?”
She turned around to see a man she had not seen before. Dressed in a white tux, and wearing a white mask, she nodded as he pulled her into his arms.
“You look stunning, miss. But there are people here you cannot trust,” he whispered, and she immediately recognized his voice.
“Morris?” she asked, and he smiled.
“Oh, my God, what are you doing here?” she asked him.
“Shh, just dance and pretend that you’re enjoying yourself. I don’t know why you are here, considering that you were just dancing with Armando and he didn’t seem to know it.”
“It’s the mask. I recognized him.”
“How about the other man who was with him?”
“No. I don’t know who that was. Just Manchenso and Armando.”
“The agents are here. We believe that the third man is Eduardo.”
She stopped dancing and froze in place. She had danced with that man, as well as Manchenso and Armando. Agent Morris pulled her closer and moved along the dance floor. She spotted another man dressed all in black, almost identical to the man who’d saved her from the group orgy situation. Except this guy was in a dead stare at her. She felt his eyes on her body like rays of heat.
Morris whispered into her ear.
“The agents are trying to confirm. If all goes well, we should have a plan established by Monday. You be careful here. If Armando or Manchenso call for you, be sure to get to them quickly.”
The song ended and Morris bowed his head before he walked away. Mariah placed her hand over her heart. Eduardo is here and I danced with him?
“I promise, if you say yes to dancing with me, I will not leave your side.”
She turned to the sound of the deep, male voice, laced with some sort of accent. The other guy with the identical accent sounded the same way, too.
This man was just as handsome.
“Actually, I think I’ve had enough dancing,” she replied, staring up at him. There was something familiar about him, too. But the truth of the matter was that she wanted to find Armando. Where he was, so was Eduardo.
“Then perhaps a drink and something to eat. Shall we?” He offered his arm, and she only thought about declining a moment. As she absorbed the smell of his cologne and the feel of his arm against hers, she recognized it.
Deacon?
Was it wishful thinking? She wasn’t sure as they made their way out of the ballroom and to the dining area. Following the buffet line, he spoke to her about odd things and about the masquerade. Her initial thought was to get away from him. He was one of the reasons why she was here.
“Is this your first masquerade here?” he asked her as they sat down by a table for five. Her heart suddenly began to pound in her chest. Were the others here? She couldn’t help but to look around them.
“To fantasies coming true,” he stated as he raised his wineglass. She tapped hers against his and they sipped from their glasses as they locked gazes.
He was sitting beside her. They ate in silence, but she had hardly taken much. She felt so on edge.
“That dress is perfect for you,” he whispered. She took another sip of wine, as he stared at her breasts and her lips.
“I’ve received many compliments on it this evening. Thank you.”
He moved closer and placed his hand under the table onto her thigh. She jerked only a moment but was caught up in his eyes.
It is Deacon. Does he know it’s me, or is he here to live out his own fantasy?
Caught between the thought of running or seeing where this opportunity would go, she decided that she wouldn’t let him know that it was her. Nor would she let him know that she recognized him. So why was she feeling like a criminal right now?
Perhaps because she’d come here looking for one thing. Sex. He would know that. She’d also gained the knowledge of learning that Eduardo was here, too. She should really look for Armando and try to get her own look at Eduardo.
“What is your fantasy, my lady in red?” he whispered as he caressed her thigh. Despite the abundance of material lying over her flesh, it seemed that her body immediately recognized Deacon’s touch. He licked his lower lip, and she felt it against her pussy.
“Fantasy?”
“Yes. It’s why you’re here. It’s why everyone comes here.”
He scooted his chair closer, and then reached up to caress his thumb on the small bit of skin on her chin.
The feel of him caressing her, while his other hand moved over her thigh, as he stared at her, was nearly too much to handle. That’s when she felt the second set of hands on her shoulders, then the tall, large presence behind her.
“I see you met our lady in red.” The voice was nearly identical to Deacon’s. She looked up and saw the man in black who had danced with her earlier and saved her from the group of men. His lips were firm, his eyes dark blue, surrounded by the black beneath the mask. She looked up at him and absorbed the feel of his hands on her shoulders. She closed her eyes, and imagined who was behind the mask.
L.T.
“I have, and I must say, she is everything I have been looking for.”
She looked at Deacon, as he leaned closer and whispered against her neck. She felt his warm breath, and then his lips.
“You smell incredible. Let us fulfill your fantasy while you fulfill ours.”
Mariah felt the effects of his words, his warm breath beneath her skin, traveling to her breasts. She parted her lips as L.T. took position on the other side of her.
“Tell me your fantasy. Why are you here this evening?”
This was it. Could she take the opportunity to let them know she wanted a ménage? That she longed to be made love to by four men? That she was willing to let them do as they please, as long as they claimed her as their woman?
Or should she continue to play this out as a fantasy, and allow them to believe that she didn’t know who they really were. Could she pretend to be what she thought they wanted? A mature, experienced woman, instead of a sweet, innocent virgin unprepared for the carnal act of sex with multiple men?
She took a deep breath and turned toward L.T.
“I have many fantasies. The night is young, and there are so many people to meet.”
Playing hard to get never hurt anyone. I can do this. I can be sexy, sophisticated, and even pretend experienced, if it will allow these four men to open themselves up to me. If it helps them to believe that I don’t really know who they are, then so be it.
> Deacon pressed his hand toward the back of her neck in a very dominant and sexy way. Armando had not compared at all to the emotions and desire Deacon caused to run through her body like an out of control train.
“There are no more people to meet. Your fate lies with us,” he whispered with his lips close to hers. His hand remained controlling her neck, as his lips descended upon her lips. She dare not reach for him, to touch him in any way, or she would explode right here in the chair. Deacon did that to her. The four men of her dreams ignited flames of desire through her like no others. Tonight would have been a mistake and a disappointment to give her virginity to a stranger. Yet the idea of Deacon and L.T. wearing masks and trying to seduce her was very appealing.
* * * *
Deacon couldn’t believe how turned on he was. Mariah did it to him. Her dress, her sexy body, the breathless way she whispered her responses. She was ripe, ready to be taken, and they could have her. He could have her as he always wanted. She didn’t know that it was them, or she was pretending that she didn’t. Perhaps this was a way for them all to truly reveal their desires. Maybe the masks could give L.T., Axel, Quentin, and even himself, the confidence they needed. Perhaps even the security they so very much had become dependent upon, by being somewhat anonymous.
Either way, the feel of her lips, the scent of Mariah’s perfume, and the fact that she’d so brazenly come to the masquerade, made his head spin and his dick hard. He wanted her naked and underneath him. He wanted to get lost inside of her.
He slowly pulled his lips from hers and then trailed light kisses along her delicate neck. L.T. lifted the palm of her hand to his lips. Deacon watched as he gently kissed her delicate wrists, while Mariah stared at L.T.
“Your skin tastes incredible. I bet your cream is just as delicious,” he told her and she made a small gasp. But she didn’t pull away.
“Tell me, does your fantasy involve two men, three men, perhaps four?” L.T. asked her, drawing one of her fingers into his mouth and sucking it slowly as he held her gaze.
Deacon felt his own cock swell with hunger. He waited on edge for her answer, although he already knew what it was. But would she go through with this? Would she seriously allow men she did not know have her this way? Was she really not the sweet, innocent, inexperienced woman they had all labeled in their heads? Could she be the woman they wanted and needed? One so strong willed, so confident in what she wanted, that she went for it full force? Had she done this before? The thought angered him as he waited on pins and needles for her response.
Her chest lifted up and down as her breathing grew deeper. He could feel her shaking. Was it from arousal or from revealing what she really wanted in her fantasy?
“Four,” she whispered and then stuck her tongue out to lick her dry lips. Deacon and L.T. watched. Deacon nearly moaned.
“And what would you like these four men to do to you?” L.T. asked, while he caressed his fingers up and down her forearm, and straight up to her bare shoulder.
“To have their way with me. Any way they’d like to.”
Holy fuck. I didn’t expect that.
Deacon reacted. He leaned closer and licked a pathway up her neck to a sensitive spot and then sucked hard. She gasped and turned into him.
“Your fantasy is about to become a reality.”
Deacon didn’t have to turn to know that the next two figures to approach were Axel and Quentin. They stood on either side of the two chairs.
Mariah gasped as she turned her head toward them. She shuddered next to Deacon.
“I believe there is a better location for us to get acquainted. We’ll meet you there,” L.T. stated and then rose from his chair.
Deacon received the directions to the private room from his communication device in his ear. He stood up and reached out his hand. Mariah hesitated.
“I personally promise that your fantasy will be much better than you have ever imagined. Come with me, with us, and all our desires will be fulfilled.”
* * * *
Mariah could hardly find her voice. The reality of the events leading up to this moment ran rampant through her head. They were here. All four of her men, her Marines, were here and ready to take her. She’d wanted this for so long. She could hardly believe that it was happening.
Her legs were shaking, her panties soaking wet already and none of them had even touched her down there.
She had prepared herself to take the plunge tonight. She had her Brazilian waxing, manicure and pedicure, covered her body in vanilla and brown sugar combined with some pleasure lotion she found in Italy that enhanced pheromones. She was ready for this. Masked or unmasked, she would have her men. Tomorrow would be another day. Tonight she lived for the moment.
She reached up and took his hand. A small smile peeked out from below the mask. Like her own sexy Phantom of the Masquerade, she would give him, them, her virginity, her body, her everything without question, without reservations, and ultimately with all her heart. If they moved on, and never wanted to look back, so be it. Tonight was their moment of fantasy come true.
Chapter 10
The moment Mariah appeared with Deacon, Axel sighed in relief. She’d accepted. Although she might not know exactly what she was accepting, the choice was made. She would become theirs tonight. They would all make love to her.
Axel could feel his reservations and fears emerge.
“She looks amazing in that dress,” Quentin stated from behind him.
“I can’t believe that she would come here, and allow some stranger or strangers to have their way with her,” Axel replied.
“Who are we to judge her? Have we not participated in some freaky, wild sex acts with women we don’t even remember, just to fulfill our needs and feel human, and like men? No, Axel. Don’t think along those terms. Look at this for what it is. We all came here for different reasons. In the past it was to fulfill our fantasies, but now we get to fulfill our desires. Whether Mariah knows it’s us or not, things are going to be different after tonight. Let’s give her exactly what she wants and then some.”
She moved closer, and although the mask completely covered her face, they all knew that it was her. Initially it had been from seeing her dance moves, but then was confirmed by L.T. and Deacon by her scent, her voice, and her presence. They were so in tune to her.
As Mariah glanced at the four of them, they walked together. One unit, one group, until a whistle stopped Mariah in her tracks.
They all paused. Axel felt on edge. Nothing would come between the five of them. Not tonight, not ever. A young woman dressed in a gorgeous midnight-blue dress approached. She looked at Mariah and then asked her for a moment to talk. Mariah lowered her head at them, appearing embarrassed before she walked a few feet away from them with the other woman.
They could hear the entire conversation.
“Are you okay?” she asked Mariah.
“Very okay.”
“The night is young. There was someone I wanted you to meet.”
“I’ve met everyone I’m interested in meeting.”
Mariah glanced back at them and Axel hid his smile. He wasn’t certain that he liked that other woman, or that she wanted to introduce Mariah to some other man.
“He is interested in you. You’ve met him before.” The woman then glanced at Axel and the others before she looked back at Mariah.
“If you are certain?”
“I’m certain. Thank you.”
“Well, there’s always tomorrow. I’ll meet you for lunch where we discussed.”
Mariah nodded her head, and the woman glanced at them before she walked away.
Deacon approached, wrapped his arm around Mariah’s waist, and then stared down into her eyes. He placed his fingers under her chin, causing her to tilt her head up toward him. Their gazes were locked.
“I’m nearly desperate for your full attention. So are my friends, as you can see. Will you accept us, trust us with our plans for you this evening?”
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��Although I don’t know you, I feel that I can trust you. Yes. I’ll go with you. All of you.”
* * * *
Mariah’s heart was beating so rapidly, she thought it might explode from her chest. When Sienna had stopped her, asked her if she was certain about these men, she thought she would lose it. Then the fact that Sienna had mentioned there was some man who wanted to meet her didn’t sit right with Mariah at all. She would worry about that tomorrow. Right now she had a role to play. She was pretending to not know them, and it heightened her arousal. She faced the four of them now. Her sexy masked men, who had always been the ones she wanted to give her virginity to.
They were in a large bedroom. A thick, intricately designed cherrywood, four-post bed stood feet in front of her. She could hear some movement behind her and then the feel of fingers caressing her arm. She closed her eyes and imagined who it was in her head.
Axel.
She could picture his face. Dark brown eyes, black crew cut hair, chiseled features, and a look of longing, sadness, and uncertainty.
“You’re like the perfect little package. All tied up into one gorgeous dress. I’m going to enjoy unwrapping you, baby,” he whispered then stole a slow and soft kiss. She moved toward his lips. She wanted more. She needed to feel more of Axel, but he had other plans and so did the others.
She felt the knuckles against her lower back. They grazed, gently against her exposed skin. It was one of the sexiest parts of the gown. The low dipping back.
“This is quite the sexy little dress. To expose such luscious creamy skin and tease the eye, makes me want to see more.” His words, his tone, and warm breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine. Then she felt the zipper lowering.
She was so glad that she’d decided to wear the black skimpy lace set. Lace thong bikinis, black lace garters, and a sheer black lace bra made her feel so very sexy and exotic.
She opened her eyes and was shocked to see Quentin, Deacon, and L.T. shirtless. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her eyes locked on each of their incredibly perfect bodies. Quentin had a tattoo on his chest and along his taut, hard abs. Deacon had an intricate design that wrapped around the muscle of his upper arm.
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