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“I…” He looks so beautiful, bowed on top of me, muscles shifting in his arms and chest, dark hair falling on his forehead, that roguish grin on his handsome face. I cradle his jaw, pull him down to kiss his mouth, even as the two alphas come to stand behind the sofa, looking down on us. “Yeah…”
He kisses me like he’s drowning in me, his scent filling my senses. My legs spread to cradle his body and his hard cock presses against my pussy.
I want him so badly.
“Please,” I whisper against his lips. “Do it, now.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he grunts, then curses when I rock my hips up. “Don’t rush, sweetheart.”
But I feel as if time is slipping through my fingers like sand. I slide my hands around his neck. “I’m ready.”
Still, he doesn’t take my word for it, and deep down, I appreciate it. I appreciate that he smiles down at me—God, the man is hot—and slides one hand between our bodies, between my thighs, and into my panties.
I’m drenched. I know it, and I see the moment he realizes it, his dark brows shooting up, though by then I’m gasping at the feel of his long fingers pushing into me. I’m trembling, all that pent-up tension and desire threatening to throw me over the edge instantly.
But he pulls his fingers back out—then sticks them into his mouth and sucks them clean. “Sweet,” he breathes.
And a throb goes through me at the sight and the way his eyes half-close in pleasure.
“Fuck,” Kyrian breathes and my gaze is drawn to the two tall alphas looming behind the sofa, handsome faces twisted up with desire.
“Eyes on me.” Roman smiles down at me, his gaze moving appreciatively over my face and body, and then he says, “Last chance to take it slow. We don’t have to fuck, not tonight.”
But it’s my last chance, my only chance, to be with them—I can’t keep the secret for too long, the lie that everything is okay. Sooner rather than later I’ll have to tell them, and it will be over.
“Do it,” I whisper. “I want you inside me.”
I want them to mark me, even if it’s not a claiming mark. I want to feel them.
“Shit.” He searches my face for a moment, then nods. And grabbing his cock, he pushes into me.
The world splinters with pleasure. I gasp, lifting my hips to meet his thrust, and his mouth opens without a sound as he slides into me.
It’s perfect. A perfect fit.
He thrusts again, and again, his jaw clenched, his breathing harsh. He’s rocking faster now, cursing under his breath, and I grab his strong arms and hold on for dear life, even as I know I’m about to go under.
I was primed for this, and now it’s happening. my body’s yearning for them is turning into a roaring answer, a ripple of release so immense I’m already shaking with it before it breaks over me.
And then it does, and I’m arching up with a cry, taking all he’s giving me, the memory already turning into gold.
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Watching sensual acts pleases me. It always has. I’ve enjoyed as much watching my men fuck as I did being a spectator to Brinlee’s pole and lap dancing at that filthy club. I’m a bit of a voyeur as it turns out, and I’m not going to apologize about it.
This time, though… it’s killing me. Standing by, watching as Roman and Brinlee kiss and then fuck is so damn hot, it’s frying my synapses. My dick is threatening to take drastic measures.
So I’m holding my dick in a chokehold, muttering curses, daring my body to betray me and find release outside her hot pussy. Tonight turned out quite different than I’d expected, but I have no complaints.
Except for Sawyer and that thing with another pack. What the fuck.
But I’ll deal with that later.
She moans, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room. I clutch the back of the sofa. Kyrian grunts, in a similar state.
This is insane. We usually fuck all three of us together. I know we’re trying not to scare her off, but man, this is hard.
