My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

192:s*x

Amber

It was undeniable that she was getting better from the love that her soulmates lavished upon her broken soul. Her soul required lesser and lesser skin-to-skin contact and she now only wore the soul band at night when she slept.

Her days were clouded by their soft kisses, the sweet touches of their skin on hers, the gentle hugs that they smothered her with. Her nights were a flood of love and writhing bodies. They played her with deft fingers that skimmed her edges and plucked at her weakest spots. And her shame and embarrassment had ebbed as she succumbed to their lust, growing more confident over time.

She would let them taste her, let them play with her skin, strum her clit as one would to a guitar. They teased her, begged her to sing as they gave her their everything. And she would let them bring her to nirvana again and again as she rode them hard and fast. They were merciless, always, pushing her past her greatest point of pleasure until she knew nothing but the gold.

The gold.

And she was horny, so damn fucking horny all the time. Her soul yearned for their touch, for their completion and she was a prisoner to its demands, a follower to her leader. It was not always her six in the bedroom, there were some nights when the others stepped away for work at the company. An all-nighter for a new song, an emergency meeting for a new stupid scandal.

And it was those nights when she could really, really appreciate her soulmates individually. It was those nights when her men slipped and they grew rough. Rough was exhilarating, rough was needy and raw. Rough was emotions and everything.

Rough was sin.

MinJae had been raring to go the moment she said yes that night, right after a simple dinner of instant noodles and ham. The boys were out for dance practice and he'd been the only one left behind to care for her needs. Minnie was the best dancer, and as the best dancer, the moves to their new choreography came easily to him. He didn't need those extra hours for the fancy footwork because he was partially responsible for coming up with that fancy footwork.

Amber wondered if he'd only made the dance extra hard because he knew this would happen. But it couldn't be, right? He'd jammed his tongue into her mouth just as they were standing in the kitchen, pulling her towards him with an easy grip of her ass. He'd set her onto the kitchen island, ran his fingers down her body and deftly plucking at the buttons, peeling off her clothes with ease. Her breasts popped out and he took her nipples between his teeth, nibbling and sucking each hardened tip.

It was cold in the kitchen, and the marble was icy on her ass but she didn't care.

Her MinJae had an attitude that day. He'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed and had grouched about, sulking all day. And he was so, so different from his usual sweet, cheeky demeanour. Gone was the bubbly Minnie who laughed and giggled at her, this was a Minnie that sat at the edge of his seat ready to pounce. His eyes shards of pure lust and his expression a beacon of need. He had been strange, clinging to her and refusing to let go.

He had rolled his eyes at her soulmates, snapped at them a little when they had teased, grouched and huffed at the boys who irritated him a little. He'd been just as sweet and gentle to her. But now that they were alone she could see the tension in his frame, in the way he laid her down onto the counter, the stone cool on her back, roughly pulling her hips up and parting her skirt to reveal her soaked panties. He'd reached for a vibrator, showing her the oddly shaped sex toy; the long slender neck and the fluttering circular head.

"Clit suction vibrator," he explained, flicking it on to press it tight to her skin. It pulsated, sucking on her flesh and she flinched, her heart pounding rapidly. She wondered where he'd kept it, wondered how the fuck he got it out so quickly. "I need this quick. I feel like I've been edged all day because of a dream." He dragged fingers through his hair, blowing out a heavy breath with a soft groan as he flexed his muscles. "It makes me on the edge, I've got so much pent up sexual fucking frustration. And I know I'm going to come quick, so I'm betting on it to make you come."