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He pinches my clit hard, and I come. I scream his name, and I tighten around him, squeezing his cock, and then he snarls and bites my shoulder, thrusting up into me. I feel a hot spurt of his cum paint my insides. And then his thrusts ease, and his hold eases. He slumps, breathing hard, and nuzzles my shoulders.
I lie there panting. The wall is black again. Silas gently pulls himself from my body, and I gasp at the feel of emptiness and the fluids running out of me. I go to stand up, but he pins me back down. His fingers touch me, and he shoves them back inside me. Again and again.
It takes me a moment, but I realise he’s pushing the fluids back inside.
The thought makes my head spin and my core clench. That needy, wanting feeling comes back. I bite my lip and let my forehead thump on the desk in embarrassment.
The door opens, and Falcon walks in. He stands there for a moment, only the light of the hallway from the open door illuminating us. I feel no judgement from him, nothing but curiosity and a growing heat.
“Silas,” Falcon warns.
“She will carry my heir,” Silas growls darkly. “My child.”
“What?” I shout, and now I attempt to struggle out of his hold. “I did not agree to that. There need to be words. Lots of words.”
“Fine. Next time,” he growls. I expect him to back away, but I let out a gasp when I feel his hot breath on my ass.
Silas growls, and then his tongue swipes between my legs. I go still. Trembling. He licks again. This is so dirty, and it should be wrong, but I love it. I moan and clutch at the wood, spreading my legs wider.
Falcon comes to lean against the desk. “He needs to have you again, and then he will calm down. Don’t worry about what he says right now. It’s an alpha thing.” He’s naked, and his dick is starting to thicken again in front of me.
Can dicks be pretty? If they can be, Falcon’s is as perfect as the rest of him. Thick, hard, and with veins that beg to be traced.
“Uh-huh,” I moan as Silas’ tongue probes inside me.
Dylan comes into the room. I can’t see his face, and I wish I could. I wish I could tell what he’s thinking. Does he hate this? I moan as Silas probes his tongue inside me.
“Silas, she’s sore.” He says in a tone I've never heard him use. It’s deep and a purr that makes me want to climb into his lap.
It has the same effect on Silas.
The alpha growls and licks one more time before he stands up and walks over to Dylan. The two of them collide, ripping at Dylan’s unbuttoned jeans and slamming against that window. Falcon sighs and lifts me into his arms, then carries me out of the room.
I smile dreamily and yawn. The low-key arousal is still there, but I am sore.
“Did you get what you wanted?” Falcon asks.
“It will be a perfect memory.” I say into his shoulder.
He shakes his head and presses a kiss to my temple, then drops my naked self into Gray’s lap. Grayson pulls me into his arms and gets us both comfortable under a blanket. He’s got a satisfied gleam in his eye.
“Cuddle time, little beta.”
“That sounds perfect, Gray.”
twenty
Onyx
Four days have passed since my deflowering event. They haven’t touched me. They cuddle me, sit with me, talk with me, but no one has attempted anything more.
I almost wish it would go back to all the sex. Instead, I’ve been discovering things about them that make them real. Make them…special. These men are exceptional, and I think I’m falling into a danger zone. Running head first towards the edge of a cliff. I know it's there, but I can’t stop.
Yesterday, Grayson and I sat and worked through the entertainment part of their hosting duties. The singers and artisans that are getting paid mightily to lend their voices. He’s got a lot to say about the arts, and he’s so passionate about all forms of it.
Gray watches me doodle. “I can’t do that anymore. Not without thinking of my father,” he says, leaning back in the chair. He flicks a quick look at the woman on stage banging her bongos and adjusts the crisp white shirt he’s obviously got an urge to shred.
I wonder if he knew how hot he looked in that shirt if he’d still hate it.
