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“It’s your call, Onyx,” Falcon purrs. “Give me your sight, give me your taste, give me your hearing, give me your touch. Give in to me, and give me it all.”
Grayson and Dylan have paused, both twisted around to watch me. Silas licks the shell of my ear.
“You’ll love it,” He purrs. He shifts me up and impales me on his cock.
My head falls back, and I groan as he bounces me, up and down.
“Yes.” I’m saying yes to more than just this, and we both know it. I’m saying yes to anything and everything they want for as long as they want it. I'm choosing to trust them. I push my family’s voices from my mind, and I focus only on this.
Falcon reaches out and gently takes my wrist and secures it with satin bindings. I’m nervous as I’m pulled taut on the bed. He pulls out another one and hesitates. I give him a nod. That one goes across my eyes.
Music fills the room, startling me. It’s loud enough that it blocks a lot of sound from the bed.
“Relax,” Falcon soothes. Cold liquid pours onto my chest, and I let out a startled sound, but immediately, hands roll through it, rubbing and massaging. My skin feels alive without the ability to see. My nipples respond to the slightest touch. I'm panting and writhing against the bonds, frustrated, but the hands are relentless.
“This one isn’t heated,” Silas says with a chuckle and mouths my ear.
My chest, stomach, and legs are massaged, and then another set joins in, rubbing more lotion into my arms. The difference between them is startling. One set of hands is sensual, confident, the others tease and play.
I'm panting heavily, so aroused that I can’t lay still when my legs are pulled open and someone kneels in between them. A tongue forces its way into my mouth, and I kiss Silas back. Fig and sea salt. That’s what he tastes like.
“You’re wet for us,” he says. “Needy beta, almost as wet as our omega. But I want to hear you scream tonight. I want to hear you howl. And no one’s stopping until I get that scream. You remember how to do it?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
Silas growls something and shifts away from my ear.
I almost scream the next moment. A mystery mouth sucks hard on my clit, while two more close on my breasts, and Silas presses his tongue back into my mouth. When he draws back, I'm so overwhelmed by need that I miss his words, it takes my brain a moment to catch up.
“Not yet, beautiful beta.” He turns my head to the side and nibbles on my neck, but then Falcon growls, and Silas backs off.
“What do you smell?” Falcon whispers in my ear.
“Methol,” I whisper back.
“That’s my scent. That’s what Dylan craves,” Falcon whispers. “You’ll crave it, too.” He licks up my chin and kisses me with so much passion that I melt. “And can you taste it?”
“Yes,” I whisper and turn my head to where I think he is. I can’t see anything though, the black is complete.
His huge hands skate up the sides of my body and grip my breasts hard. He squeezes and molds them and then lets them go. Each path his hands take, he makes his. I can hear Dylan cry out, the sound of slurping and flesh hitting flesh. I squirm, tightening my legs together.
“Hear my voice, the sound of my breathing, the sounds of Silas fucking Dylan’s mouth while Gray owns his ass. Those are the sounds of this pack.”
I whimper.
“Hear yourself, whining so prettily for my cock,” Falcon murmurs. “I’d like to suspend you from my ceiling.”
My core clenches at the visual. His hand, pressed on my stomach, pauses and then dips down in between my folds and slips into my drenched body.
He chuckles and presses his body down on mine, and I discover he’s naked. No clothes to be felt. My heart races.
“You like that idea,” Falcon teases and lifts my thigh to wrap around him. “Next time,” he promises and surges into me.
This whole experience is out of this world. I can hear the sounds of the pack fucking. Falcon has dominated all my senses. My pleasure is in his hands. His cock impales me over and over, filling me, hitting spots I didn’t know could feel the way he’s making me feel. I'm helpless, crying out, sobbing for breath. His hands roam freely over my body, his words hiss into my ear, promising, coaxing, and commanding.
He reaches down between us and strums his fingers over my clit. “Come for me.”
The next time his finger touches me, I shatter. My back bows off the bed. I thrust my hips into his. The world flashes white and black behind the mask. He slams into me over and over, and then, with a roar, he thrusts up even harder, gripping my hips and emptying himself inside me.
