Order of Scorpions

by Ivy Asher

I don’t know what I want to do about it, about them. I could spread my thighs further, offering Riall better access to the intimate parts of me. It would take the barest hint of pressure to guide Tarek’s arm from my waist and settle his fingers over my clit instead. His other hand could easily be redirected from my face to my breast, and if I demanded it, I know Curio would be all too eager to let me taste his lips. It would be no hard feat to turn the comfort they’re currently offering into so much more, but can I do it? Can I push for more from them when I don’t know what I’m willing to give in return? Handing over my body is the easy part; it’s what they might want afterward that troubles me. As though Tarek can hear my tumultuous thoughts, his hand drops from my face. I hold my breath, all at once eager and tentative about where I want it to settle. Is he going to make the decision for me? Will I let him? Long, thick fingers wrap around my throat, administering the barest hint of pressure as the short stubble of Tarek’s chin scrapes deliciously across the crook of my neck. “I can practically hear the debate going on in your head right now, Little Dagger,”