Micah led Angelina to a narrow, well-padded rectangular table where Cole waited. Chris and Rick pulled on their pants and stood at a short distance away.

Cole approached and stood just in front of her, his gaze devouring her. His eyes were so sexy. Deep, intense blue, sparking with so much fire that she felt the warmth to her toes.

He reached out to cup both breasts and run his thumbs over the taut nipples, stroking them to hard points. Unable to resist, she snuck a sideways glance at Micah, but he was gone.

“Look at me and only me,” Cole said in a stern voice.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

He touched her cheek and then pulled her toward him. He touched his lips to hers in one, chaste kiss.

“Come,” he said.

He lifted her up and placed her on the table, and it was then she saw Micah lighting candles on the opposite side.

“Lie back and get comfortable,” Cole urged.

She reclined, settling against the soft leather.

“Raise your arms over your head.”

Again she did as he directed.

Chris and Rick each took a hand and wrapped soft leather ties around each wrist until she was tightly bound. Micah stepped to the end of the table, spread-eagled her legs and secured her ankles to the iron loops positioned on the sides. Then he put his hand on her leg and walked up the length of the table, his palm gliding over her skin.

When he got to her breasts, he bent down and licked one nipple. His tongue left a wet trail around the puckered flesh. He sucked, nipped and toyed with one and then the other. He was in turns exceedingly gentle and forceful, until she was ready to crawl out of her skin.

With light smooching sounds, he kissed his way to her neck and then her lips. He was warm and sweet against her tongue, and he tasted of comfort. Of love.

“Cole is quite handy with wax,” Micah murmured. “Usually this is something I’d only entrust to myself, but he’s good. Very good. I know you’ll be in good hands. Do this for me, Angel girl. I want to watch while he drapes your body in wax. I want to watch you writhe in the sweetest of pains, gasp when fire spreads across your skin and to watch your eyes when the pain turns to pleasure.”

She swallowed and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her entire body throbbed. She was sore. She was exhausted, and yet arousal stirred deep within. The promise of another high, one that would push her further than before.

“I don’t want you to worry,” Cole murmured next to her. “These candles have lower burning points so the wax isn’t as hot. A little pain can be extremely pleasurable. I wouldn’t risk causing you extreme pain by using unsafe candles.”

As soon as she acknowledged his statement, the room went black around her. She gasped in surprise when a blindfold covered her eyes.

“Don’t be afraid, Angel girl. I’ll be right here the whole time.”

Micah’s voice broke through her sudden apprehension, and she latched onto his strength, braced her shoulders, and a secret smile lit her lips. She wasn’t just doing this for Micah.

“Anticipation is half the pleasure,” Cole said. “Not knowing when the wax will drip onto your skin will heighten the experience.”

Every muscle in her body tensed as she waited. Breathless. Excited. Nervous as hell. Almost giddy.

And she waited. And waited.

Her breathing calmed. She tuned into the room around her, but there wasn’t a single sound. Had they left her? Gradually she relaxed, her arms and legs going limp.

Hot wax splattered onto her arm. Just a drop, but it felt like liquid fire. She hissed in shock, more surprise than true pain, and her pulse raced to life.

A hand delved between her legs, thumbing up and down her folds, carefully parting them. Micah. She’d know his touch anywhere.

As his thumb made contact with her clit, hot wax spilled onto her belly just above her navel. She went rigid, her fingers curling into tight fists above her.

Micah’s touch soothed the hurt, and the pain faded to sharp pleasure.

Another splash, this time hotter. She cried out, and Micah’s fingers plunged inside her opening.

“You make a beautiful canvas, Angelina,” Cole said in a husky voice.

Before she could process the barrage of heat and edgy euphoria, an entire trail of wax blazed up her midline to the valley between her breasts.

“Ahh!”

She arched upward, straining against her bonds. Hot. Wicked. Fucking incredible. She panted and sucked air like a dying fish. Never before had she experienced this much of a cessation between the line of too far and not enough.

Two mouths closed around her nipples, and she let out a low sob. Micah’s hand between her legs, his thumb circling her clit with lazy precision, and now warm, wet mouths sucking at her breasts.

She whimpered, part in ecstasy, part in protest. She wanted more. Wanted the burn, the incredible sensation of her skin burning alive.

And then the rhythmic sucking ended as soon as it had begun. Her nipples, wet now, puckered and stood up as the air from one of the ceiling fans blew over the tips.

Wax dripped onto one of the nipples. She shrieked, the sound shrill to her ears. Oh God, it was too much. She twisted and bucked, trying to escape her bonds. Tears burned her eyes and she blinked furiously, wishing she could see, wishing she knew when to expect the next drop.

She cried out again when the other nipple was bathed in wax. Micah’s thumb stilled, and she pleaded in a broken voice for him not to stop. How desperate she sounded, but she didn’t care. She needed, oh how she needed, to be freed from this torment.

This time the wax poured into her navel, filling the shallow indention. She yelled hoarsely and flinched, sending some of the liquid spilling down her belly.

And then cooling air blew gently across her skin. She didn’t know who did it, but his breath whispered over the wax, hardening it.

Her entire body was alive. Her skin crawled, itchy and unsatisfied. Her blindfold was ripped off, and she blinked away the moisture that still gathered at the corners of her eyes.

Cole stood over her, his eyes dark, brooding almost. He terrified and aroused her all at the same time. Then she saw Micah standing on her other side, and her stomach knotted into a ball.

His expression was fierce, his eyes glittering with a dangerous edge. He looked every inch the stalking predator. His nostrils flared, and his lips were pressed tight together as if he was holding a tenuous grip on his control.

There was want, need and blazing approval set in his dark eyes. His gaze scraped across her body, and she followed his path down, shocked to see the intricate design of wax decorating her skin.

What had seemed like a random smattering of wax had actually been a delicate-looking design of splatters from her navel up to her breastbone. Her nipples were covered, and tiny droplets circled the buds. Her navel was completely filled now with hard wax, and the only deviation from the pattern was the splatter down her belly where she’d flinched. It looked exotic in a crazy sort of way. With four sets of male eyes admiring her naked, wax-splattered body, she felt beautiful, desirable. Ultra feminine and powerful.

“And now we’ll all have you, Angel girl,” Micah said, his voice vibrating over her in a husky growl.

Her stomach jumped into her throat, and she eyed him nervously.

Chris and Rick untied her hands and carefully rubbed them until the circulation was restored. Cole and Micah helped her sit up, and she swung her legs over the side of the table. Micah stepped between her legs and simply picked her up, her legs circling his waist as she held on.

He walked her over to one of the cushy pallets in the corner of the room and dumped her onto it. The four men stood over her and stripped out of their remaining clothing. Her mouth went dry as she realized she was in for the fucking of her life.