“Give me your hand,” Master Pillar murmurs.
I’m about to sit up, but he shakes his head firmly.
“No, Miss Marvel. Keep sucking his cock, and give me your hand.”
The mattress moves on my opposite side, a palm drifting up my spine to my nape. “Do what he says, baby girl,” Krolic murmurs.
I tremble, their surrounding presence lighting my blood on fire.
Three men.
Three Alphas.
All focused on me.
Oh, Gods…
Swallowing around Craze’s head, I slowly lift my hand toward Master Pillar.
He takes it gently, aligning our fingers together and brings our joint touch to the swollen base of Craze’s arousal. He’s hot here and so large I can’t quite wrap my hand around him.
“This is a knot,” Master Pillar says as he presses my fingers and thumb against the thick part of Craze. “We all have this.”
Krolic kisses my shoulder, his hand squeezing around my nape. “It’s how we secure our bodies to yours, Ailsa. How we fuck. And how webreed.”
Another quiver traverses my spine. That last word does something to me. Something I shouldn’t like. But it feels… right.
Which is strange because I didn’t feel that way when I knew the Silver King wanted to breed me.
But Krolic… if he’s the real Silver King like he says he is… I may not mind that as much.
“It extends out of our shafts and connects us to you—our Omega—and unleashes pleasure unlike any of us have ever felt,” he adds. “It’ll very likely render you unconscious. But you’ll wake up wanting to experience it all over again.”
Craze’s dick leaks again, making me moan around his head and eagerly swallow his essence.
“Fuck, this might make me come,” he says, sounding almost pained.
Master Pillar presses down on my fingers again. “Massage his knot while you suck on his head,” he instructs me. “Then try taking more of him into your mouth.”
Craze curses with the words, his grasp twisting in my hair like he’s trying to stop himself from guiding my actions.
But I don’t need him to.
Everything Master Pillar just said is something Iwantto do.
“Graves, that feels so fucking good, Ailsa,” Craze says as I slide my mouth down.
“Make sure to relax your throat,” Master Pillar murmurs. “If you feel like you’re about to choke, pull up a little, breathe, and try again.”
Krolic’s thumb massages my neck while I do what Master Pillar says—suck Craze down while fondling his throbbing base.
More of that delicious flavor touches my tongue, making me groan around him.
“Fuck, hearing you enjoy this only heightens the experience,” Craze grits out. “Your little moans are so fucking hot, Ailsa.”
“Keep going,” Master Pillar encourages me. “Let’s see how deep you can take him.”
Krolic applies pressure to my nape, guiding me down. I gag a little as Craze hits the back of my throat, and the pressure lessens, allowing me to retreat and breathe like Master Pillar instructed.
