Page 86 of Third Offense


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However, Novak squeezed, his grip unyielding and demanding that I not explode.

I cursed, my head falling back against his shoulder as his teeth sank into my neck. Marking me. Claiming me as his.

It was so fucking feral that it was downright animalistic.

And so damn perfect.

Because it was Novak.

I growled, my hand going to Layla’s hair as I held her against me. “You’re bothkillingme.”

She hummed in approval, the vibration making my balls fucking ache.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Novak told me in a low growl. “And you’re going to fuck her.”

I wanted to tell him to fuck right off, to remind him that I did not submit to anyone, and definitely not him, but something about the moment seemed too tenuous to fight. He needed this. A reminder. A way of reigniting our bond as Layla took the brunt of our brute strength.

So goddamn twisted, I thought, pressing back against him in my version of an agreement.One time,I was telling him.Enjoy it while it lasts.

His snarl against my ear told me he disagreed, that this would not be a one-time occurrence.

And he was reminding me that we had done this before. Just between us. Never with a woman. We always put the female between us.

But all of that was about to change.

Because of her.

Which meant we would be doing this now.And again later.

Layla stared up at me with lust-drunk eyes, her arousal a beacon that had me caving to Novak’s desires in a flash. Because fuck it.

I wanted everything.

With them.

Always them.

Novak released my cock, his hand covering mine as he encouraged Layla to take me deeper into her mouth. “Suck him,” he said. “Deep. Thorough. Drive him mad.”

Then he left, giving me a moment alone with our goddess.

It had me cursing, her beauty so goddamn perfect that I wanted to go to my knees and worship her, not the other way around.

She should never have to kneel for me.

But seeing her like this, with her lips wrapped around my cock.Fuckkk.I was done for. I couldn’t move. I was a slave to her mouth, her tongue,her.

My Layla.

My queen.

A goddess with a wicked gaze, one that told me she knew she was destroying me with every suck and lick.

Novak hummed his approval as he returned, his dick thick and ready. But he didn’t go to Layla, he went to me.

And I knew why the moment I felt his fingers exploring my backside.

Lube.