Page 88 of Soul of the Chaos


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None of us were fooled by the Prez’s ‘I need you on this’ schtick. Grimm might be set on waiting out the Chaos, but my mate was not. He was just being a jealous prick, seeing how far he could push his beta. Enough was enough.

I dragged my thoughts back to the present, where they belonged, and found my mate patiently waiting for me. Okay, not so patiently. She’d already gotten started, circling her clit during my mental absence. A hungry rumble in my chest answered her mewl of invitation.

Fuck, Sasha was sexy.

With her back to my chest, I pulled her into my lap and draped her knees over mine. Then I brought the covers back over our legs, trapping our mingling desire under the soft surface. First, my hands palmed her full breasts, teasing the nipples with my fingertips before I continued my journey south.

Nudging her knees wider over my own under those covers, I took over, drawing lazily circles over her clit. Sasha’s little moans of pleasure filled my ears as I stroked her wetness around that little bundle of nerves.

Oh, I knew exactly what I was doing. I was filling our bed—the bed Mongrel and I shared—with Sasha. I’d been doing it for days. I wanted Mongrel to know her scent, to associate it with the pleasure he and I shared. To show him we were all one and the same.

Now that I’d taken the next step, there was no going back. Sending out such a blatant invitation to my dominant mate felt bold and dangerous. Which only made it all the more titillating.

What I didn't expect was for Mongrel to burst in so quickly, while I was still warming up our girl. Sasha purred at the sight. My beta mate’s eyes were wild, beast-ridden. Slowly, like retreating from a smoking gun, I pulled my hand from her core and lifted it out from under the covers.

Pasting on one of my most innocent looks, I held my mate’s scowl steadily. With the juices from Sasha’s pussy shining in the low light, and the combined scent of all three of us building in the room, I begged him to close that gap. Then I licked her nectar from my fingers, one by one.

Standing in the doorway, Mongrel sucked a greedy breath deep into his lungs. His eyes were devouring the movements of my tongue savoring our girl. He growled, eyes blowing out with lust, as he slammed the door shut with enough force to rattle the room.

"Do you think I don't know what you're doing, Silver?" he demanded. Movements jerky from need and rage, he stripped off his cut and threw it over a chair. "Do you think I can't smell her on you, night and day, and plastered all over our goddamned room? You fucked her in our shower yesterday, didn’t you?"

I nodded, savoring the memory of Sasha’s head thrown back in ecstasy as the water coated her milky throat.

I shivered as Mongrel stalked across the room toward us and kicked off his boots and I was powerless to look away. Every nerve in my body stood to attention when my beta used his ‘don’t fuck with me’ tone. My fight or flight response dialed all the way up and my need to climb him like a tree was just as strong.

Sasha had frozen at Mongrel’s wild entrance but her body soon returned to its languid state as she petted any part of me she could reach. As though she was the one reassuring me when it was my mate who had burst into our room looking like he was ready to cut a bitch.

"I taste her on your lips, my mate,” Mongrel growled. “And roll around in the scent of her cunt while I fuck you." He ripped back the blanket and the dark look on his face vanished only to be replaced by awe. "Now it's my turn to taste the bounty you have been flaunting for days."

Sasha whimpered in agreement as Mongrel yanked his shirt off over his head and tossed it to the floor. The Sgt. at Arms shot us both a dangerous smile. "Don't stop on my account."

Pushing my hand back down between her thighs, Mongrel leaned over Sasha and captured my lips over her shoulder. Trapping my hand between the hard press of his erection under his jeans, and the sloppy wet folds of my kitten.

At first, I was too shocked to react but I quickly gave in to his dominant assault on my lips, giving as good as I got. Trying to pour all the unspoken thoughts between us into that kiss.

After a few heady seconds, Sasha squirmed between us, forcing my fingers to press harder against her clit. Of their own accord, two of them slipped further down, plunging deep into her center and she mewled at the invasion. The sound spurred me on. I began to move, hungrier than ever, desperate to hear those sweet moans filling the room as I played in her wet folds while my other mate owned my mouth with his tongue.

“Please, Silver,” she whined, licking at my chin. “I need more.”

Her tongue snuck between our mouths, sliding softly against our rough tangle. The contact sent a shiver through all three of us, slowing our motions into a more languid pace as we explored the new sensations.

"You taste like honey on our omega’s tongue, my sweet Sasha," Mongrel growled against her ear as he pulled away. "I wonder how sweet you are in other places."

My beta’s lips roved over her face and she moaned, low and deep, against his mouth as he ground himself into the back of my hand. His insistent thrusts pressed my fingers deeper into her core. My hips bucked eagerly up into the supple mounds of her ass as she writhed hopelessly between us.

"How wet is she, my mate?"

"Soaking,” I groaned.

Unable to help myself, I licked needily at the seams of their mouths as Mongrel stole Sasha's lips once more. Grinding my palm against her engorged clit, I reveled in the way her body bucked into the contact while my cock wept on her back.

"Show me." Mongrel sat back in his heels, his eyes roaming hungrily over Sasha's naked form. I pulled my hand from her core, holding it up to him. He grabbed my wrist before I could pull my hand away and sucked my fingers into his mouth. "Fucking delicious."

"Mongrel," Sasha panted as she lay pressed between us. Her thighs parted further, offering herself up to him. His eyes became glued to her pussy as she reached forward and pulled at the button of his jeans. "Please?"

"Do you want me, Sasha?" She nodded, but my mate just shook his head. "I need your words, my sweet. The Chaos rides us all. I need to you to spell this out for me."

He pushed her hands away from the zip of his pants and raised a brow, challenging our mate. Sasha huffed in frustration which only made my stern mate’s lips quirk into a rare smile.

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