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Oh, god. Every raw nerve ending pulses with desire when Ky starts running his mouth. My pussy is a mess, clenching and already aching in response to his crass words. Fingernails scrape and scratch against the cushion beneath me. This angle is humiliating, and yet knowing that all three of them are looking at me bent over for their use sends heat pooling in my core.
Ky slides a finger beneath the side of my panties and tugs backward, wedging the material between my pussy lips. “Did you fuck yourself with those toys every night, praying for us? I bet you got on your knees and rode your fake cocks and still never got off the way you do when we use your body.” The lace is pulled tight against my clit, and he uses it to create rough friction against the part of me that screams for their touch.
“Oh, fuck. Ky. Please.” I arch my back and try to push against the movement of his hand. If I can tempt him to slide his thick fingers through my slit and plunge inside me…
“That’s enough,” Thorne growls, taking back control. Probably sensing that Ky has about as little restraint as I do right now. “You want to be truly owned by us? You’re going to take two of us at once.”
My eyes nearly drop out of my head. God, yes, please.
“Little whores like you love being stuffed full, since one is never enough.” My wolf’s voice is mocking. Filled with disdain. He’s playing this part to perfection, and it sends shame burning hot and bright through my chest.
The cool of his rings makes me flinch when his palm glides over my hip. Then he fists the side of the fabric and yanks it down. He leaves the soaked evidence of my arousal on display, stretched tight, halfway down my thighs.
Humiliation swirls in my stomach and I try to adjust my weight, but I’m trapped with my heels tipping me forward over the armrest.
“Jesus. She’s so fucking wet just hearing that. It gets you off, doesn’t it? A little cum slut like you will crawl around with her ass in the air all day long if you think there’s a chance of someone filling you up.”
My mouth sinks into the cushion. There’s hot, burning embarrassment in my throat. Because he’s right, and it’s snaking me into a spiral of pathetic lust.
“Christ.” I hear Ky’s voice. He sounds like he’s as wound up as I’m feeling, and while I can’t tell for certain, movement indicates he’s sunk down on his knees behind me. “Please, Thorne.” He’s begging, and I’m whimpering with the anticipation of finally being given some small amount of relief.
“What do you want, hmm?” Thorne’s dark voice looms closer, and I know he’s not talking to me. I can only hear the rasp of material and slick noises of wet flesh. It sends my horny brain wailing that maybe Ky is eye level with my pussy, while on his knees worshiping their cocks. “Has our good boy earned the right to lick her pussy?” He gruffly asks Raven.
I’m so fucking wet, it should be shameful.
That’s when the cold of my wolf’s rings presses down on both sides of my ass, sending a shudder straight up my spine. He spreads my cheeks, and something wet drips down over my exposed hole. God, I know straight away it isn’t lube. It’s definitely saliva.
“Make her shake. Don’t let her come.”
Ky is feral as his mouth closes over me from behind. The scrape of his beard sends flashes and sparks down to my fingers and toes. He’s so fucking wicked with his tongue. I’m addicted to the way this man uses his mouth on me and worships my pussy. With each swirl and flattened drag through my slit, I’m making desperate noises muffled against the cushions.
Spearing into me, he uses both hands to spread me as wide as possible for him while my panties dig into my thighs. The sensitive buds of my nipples rub against the couch. Heat surges through me, and my clit begs for more as full body quivers take hold.
“Enough.”
Blood pounds like a drum in my ears, but there’s no mistaking how rough Thorne’s voice comes out as Ky is dragged off me.
Both of us are panting.
Maybe all of us fucking are.
The muscles in my calves strain as my toes dig into the front of my heels. I’m left trembling on the precipice of my climax that has been ruthlessly denied. Damp coats my brow, and the edge of Raven’s belt twists and digs into my wrists.
Cold metal slides between my shoulders and my bra straps, followed by the feel of them drawing tight, before being sliced straight through. The same happens on the other side, then the clasp at the back is either torn apart or cut open, I’m not sure. Right now my blood is spinning and I don’t know which way is up.
My head gets yanked back, and I yelp at the sting against my scalp when I’m pulled upright by my hair. My wolf’s heat and muscled frame presses the length of my spine. Along with his rock-hard cock digging into me from behind.
“Such a dirty girl, dripping all over his face.” He bites at my ear lobe.
Right now, too many sensations are flying through my body, but I’m vaguely aware that I’ve got my panties bunched around my thighs and my sliced up bra falls away from my body. They really are using me, exactly like I asked, and even though I’m a shaking mess, I can’t help but succumb to the way my heart grows about ten sizes bigger in my chest.
This is their version of worship, and I feel nothing but treasured.
“Get over there and ride his cock like a good fucking girl.” Thorne instructs me, then adds, “Leave the heels on.”
Holy fuck. I’m an absolute slut for filthy Thorne when he comes out to play.
Raven grunts in my ear, “What do you say?”
