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Right now, I really wish I could see Thorne’s face, to soak up his expression while Ky shifts his position in the back seat. My wolf’s attention flickers between the deserted road up ahead—illuminated only by our headlights—and what’s unfolding in the backseat.
What I do hear is Thorne’s breathing becoming more ragged, revealing the first glimpse of his composure breaking the moment Ky lowers his head. But not before he pauses, hovering close to my hip, while giving me the filthiest wink.
“Let me live between these thighs, baby girl. I’ll happily lick your pretty little cunt anytime.”
His mouth fastens over my pussy, and I’m arching—whimpering with every wicked flick and suck. This man can kiss like the devil himself and uses every inch of his tongue to work me into a frenzy. The scruff of his short beard scrapes my skin, and it’s pure bliss.
I’ll never experience anything else like this man between my legs, of that I’m certain.
“Oh, fuck. Ky.” My teeth sink into my lower lip as he feasts on my pussy and swirls his tongue over my clit. Sending me flying headlong toward another climax.
“Be a good boy and make her come. I want our girl nice and loose when we fuck her.” Thorne’s voice is dark and gravelly as he nips my earlobe. The vibration of him speaking shoots through my body and whatever he said makes Ky falter for a moment, losing his rhythm.
“Whose name is she going to scream out this time? Yours or mine?” The man hovering over my pussy is playing with fire. Taunting and teasing the limits of Thorne’s patience.
Holy fuck, it’s scalding hot being between these two men.
“If you think I won’t edge you until you’re whining for relief, you’re gravely mistaken, Harris.”
“Sounds like a good time.” Ky’s lips twitch, then he attacks me with sinful expertise, sucking on my clit until I’m begging. Incoherent. A smoldering blaze.
The man at my back brims with power over both of us.
“Ride his face and make a mess of him.” Thorne shifts his hand and digs it into Ky’s hair. Holding him against my clit in exactly the way I would want to if I had use of my hands, except they’re still cuffed behind my back. Seeing his strong fingers flex in Ky’s blonde strands is the moment I fall apart. Crying out as my pussy clamps down, and I’m jerking against his face. Meanwhile, Ky works me through the rolling waves with his stiffened tongue, continuing to massage the sensitive bud.
My body and brain are on two different planets. I’m only distantly aware that we’ve arrived at the compound. Does this vehicle have tinted windows? Whoever was manning the gate probably had a front-row seat to my pussy on display.
Whatever.
Two orgasms already tonight…was absolutely worth it.
Three wild creatures surround me en route to one of the massive couches in the lounge. Clearly, we aren’t going to make it more than a few feet inside the house, what with the avalanche of tension threatening to bury all four of us tonight.
Ky hadn’t waited for an invitation as we parked up. Just hauled me off Thorne’s lap and slung me over his shoulder. By the time I’m set down on the cushioned edge of the sprawling couch, he’s already tossed my heels somewhere, and he’s working to get rid of his shirt with record speed.
Raven prowls in behind him. Jacket now gone, and he’s loosening his cuffs. Between the two of them, they look carved from marble in the silvery moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Only the ghostly outline of the forest edge looms behind them, and it almost feels as though we’re right in amongst the trees.
The last one to arrive is Thorne. He’s carrying his suit jacket and tosses it over the back of one of the chairs.
Holy shit. This is actually happening.
My legs are a little shaky, but I’m going to need at least one of them to help get me out of this dress—especially if they don’t plan on uncuffing me any time soon. I stumble while attempting to get to my feet, and even though my body feels lax with pleasure, I can’t help wincing a little when Thorne’s hand grabs my hip bone in an effort to steady me.
Which becomes immediately clear, was a mistake.
“Are you hurt?” He removes the cuffs quicker than I can blink, and his eyes are furious. Thorne scans over me with rapid, scrutinizing sweeps of his gaze. It’s as if I’m made up of pixie dust and might disintegrate if one of them breathes too hard in my direction.
Hastily, one hand goes to rub at my wrist, and I shake my head. But Thorne has me manacled in his grip within a second.
My blood quickens.
“It’s nothing.” My eyes fly unbidden to Raven. I don’t know or imagine he particularly cares if I’m hurt or not, but I don’t want him to think for one second I wouldn’t want that kind of experience from him—with him—all over again.
“What the fuck did you do to her? I’m gone for less than a fucking week…” Thorne follows my line of sight as he growls in the direction of the others. My fingers grab his hand and hold him there, pressing down against the bruises on my hip bone from where my wolf had me bent over the stone countertop last night.
“It’s ok, I’m fine…” If anything, I’m a little flushed with embarrassment.
“What?” Thorne’s steely eyes search mine before that cold, firm gaze roams over me once more.
