Because these men—theseAlphas—treat me as though I’m important.
They talk to me. Answer questions.Protectme.
And now… now Craze is offering to let meexplore.
I lick my lips and slowly face him, my gaze running over his completely nude state. At some point, he lost his socks. Me, too. I don’t know when. I don’t care. We’re both…naked.
The lighting isn’t harsh, just subtle, reminding me of candlelight. And it glints off the metal bars lining the underside of his shaft.
“You can touch me,” he murmurs. “You can touch them, too.” He gestures toward Krolic and Master Pillar, both of whom are still dressed and standing near the foot of the bed. “Or we can make them watch.”
My throat works as I take in the two Alphas—Krolic with his jeans and white T-shirt, Master Pillar in another all-black suit.
Both of them are staring at me hungrily, just like last night.
“You all have… metal knots?” I guess, my gaze darting to their groins and the impressive bulges behind their zippers.
Craze chuckles beside me. “Look at my cock, Ailsa.”
I blink, his words sounding like an invitation more than a command. Yet my eyes travel to his piercings like they’re under a spell, being pulled by his words alone.
My throat works as I take in his thickness and the ladderlike pattern starting at the head and traveling all the way down to his bulging base.
He’s… large.
Very large.
And, um, well decorated.
I kind of want to lick him.
No. Ireallywant to lick him. Just to see what he tastes like. Especially the head.
It’s a foreign craving, one I’m certain I’ve never experienced before—my fantasies with Master Pillar never included anything like this—but the urge hits me right in the lower belly.
Maybe it’s a result of last night, of knowing how good it felt to be licked between my thighs.
I indulge in the desire, leaning down to trace his metallic knots with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his hand suddenly in my hair. “I didn’t expect you to be so eager.”
A response lingers in my mouth. However, I fail to voice it. A groan escapes me instead as I reach his tip, causing a forbidden flavor to erupt on my tongue.
I don’t know what that was, but I need more of it.
I lick him again, then take his head into my mouth, my instinct to suck overwhelming me.
I want more of his flavor, his spicy essence.
His cock rewards me with another taste, making me moan with delight. He curses, his grip tightening in my hair as he rolls to his back and pulls me with him.
“Graves, you’re a fucking natural, and you don’t even realize it.” His voice sounds huskier than before, his abdomen flexing with the effort to speak.
Or maybe it’s from something else.
His grasp is secure, yet I feel him shaking, like he’s holding himself back.
The bed dips beside us as Master Pillar sits on the edge, his brown eyes capturing and holding mine while my tongue dances around Craze’s bulbous head.
