Felix dipped his head into my shoulder, kissing my neck as he moved lower. Soon enough his fingers found my clit and began swirling slow circles with a soft caress. His kisses grew more desperate on my neck, harder and needier. But he didn’t change his slow tempo. The contrast was exhilarating, and I craved more. I wanted him. I wanted to feel his cock between my legs, and to hear him sigh my name as he sank into me. These thoughts only added to the sensations building pleasure in my core. His fingertips teased and taunted, those circles never ending as my body began to rock against his hand. I gripped his back, and his kisses turned to licks and bites against my neck. For a man who was nearly 150 years old, Felix was damn good at touching.

My body surrendered to the unforgiving rhythm, my hips bucking into his touch. Still he didn’t speed up. I was so fucking close, desperate for release. And like he knew what I needed, Felix finally began to move his fingers quicker against my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out as I came, clutching at Felix’s back. I was sure the poor man would have nail marks up and down, but he didn’t say a word, rubbing me through my orgasm.

I closed my eyes, resting my head against the doorframe. We were at another crossroad now. We could stop. Or we could take it further.

I couldn’t fuck two guys on the same day. Could I? I wanted to, no doubt about that. But it had never been a path I considered going down before. Then again, I had never been thrown into a cursed house with three ridiculously attractive men.

Felix pulled away, barely, and withdrew his fingers from my pants. “We…we should…stop,” he panted.

“We should stop,” I agreed, trying not to sound as breathless as I felt. But when I met his eyes, it was apparent neither of us actually wanted to stop. Lust and desperation fought for victory in his gaze. Felix caged me against the doorframe once more. This time, I didn’t mind. This time, it was more of a turn-on than a turn-off, now I knew what those strong, powerful arms were capable of.

Every time either of us breathed our chests brushed against each other, a whisper of what had just happened. I want you. I crave you. I need you. I tipped my head, looking up at Felix as we stared into each other’s eyes. There were secrets hidden behind those eyes, restless and begging to be set free. I wanted to hear every last one he was keeping to himself, until he was raw and bare before me. I had a feeling Felix without any walls would be a beautiful sight. Would he tell me now, while we were here, bared to each other?