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My core clenched in response.
He hooked his hands behind my knees and pinned them to my chest. The position left me vulnerable, exposed.
“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue now, pretty girl,” he said.
Before I could process his words, something teased my entrance before sliding inside. The pressure was full and soft, insistent as it slowly curled in and out of me.
My body bucked against his mouth, seeking more.
“G—gen. Oh, that feels, oh, Go—goddess,” I panted.
My abdomen spasmed, coiling so tight I thought my legs would snap from the force. My eyes closed, and stars burst behind my lids.
“That’s right, Myla. Be a good girl and come on Gentry’s tongue.”
My eyes flew open at the sound of Bowen’s voice.
When did they get here? I didn’t hear them come in.
Gentry supported my lower back as he lifted me without breaking the mesmerizing ministrations between my legs.
When he set me down, it was upon layers of soft bedding and fluffy comforters. My mates’ scents cocooned me, and a new wave of lust made me whimper.
They stood around the bed, watching with lust-filled eyes. I could taste their want—their possession—on my tongue.
I couldn’t take it. The feelings . . . their need . . .
Gentry pressed his thumb to my clit and plunged his tongue deeper than before.
I cried out as I hit a crescendo of pleasure, my slick flooding Gentry’s face as he lapped up my juices.
Silas knelt beside him, and together, they licked me clean.
Bowen fisted his cock, giving himself a hard pump as they sucked on my thighs and pussy.
“Do you like them on their knees?” Theron asked, circling the bed until he stood by my head.
He leaned down until his lips brushed the shell of my ear and traced the curve with his tongue.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Does it turn you on?” He nipped at the lobe, sliding his broad hand down my neck.
His fingertips brushed the tops of my breasts, so light and teasing that my nipples pebbled in anticipation.
“Yes,” I answered.
He pinched my firm buds, expertly rolling them between his fingers. His touch was neither painful nor soft—it was some heady in-between.
A flash of heat blew through me like a windstorm. My orgasm had taken the edge off, but my body craved a true claim.
I wanted to be stretched, filled, wrung, and rutted until I didn’t know my own name.
“You have the sweetest pink nipples,” Theron said as if speaking about the weather. “Should we ask Bowen how they taste?”
Biting down on my lip, I nodded.
“Naughty girl,” he chastised softly. “You have to ask him for it.”
