“Touch me,” she says, voice a sing-song tease. “Somebody touch me.”
I curse, Jude hissing beside me.
I don’t care. My hands are on her hands, her hips, her thighs. I lift my head to watch her toy with her nipples, needy mewls escaping her.
“Baby, we passed by Miss Thea’s, and she has some things that could help,” Jude says.
“I know something that could help. Another orgasm,” she says. Her voice is all drowsy and sleepy and so fucking sexy.
I hear Dorian’s sharp intake of breath, and then we all watch as she slides her fingers down.
Jude growls.
She giggles, half-sleepy, half-mad as she locks eyes with Dorian. “Ryker smells like pine… Reminds me of your fucking knot. It makes me so wet. Here, feel how wet I am, Dorian.”
I groan. Holy shit, I can’t stop. She’s a mess beneath me. My Alpha claws at me to take, to claim.
Dorian swallows hard, then moves, kneeling by her, letting her use his hand to rub circles over her clit. Her fingers twist over herself.
“What… what are you doing?” he asks.
“Touch me,” she repeats, eyes rolling, lashes brushing her cheeks. “You. Me. Don’t fight it.”
I curse low, my cock pulsing. Jude hisses beside me. Her eyes catch mine. I tilt my head back to let her see I’ve lost it.
I climb on top of her, not caring that my precum is smearing over her stomach. I press my lips to hers.
She moans around my mouth. Dorian’s hand presses into her, and she gasps, rolling her hips.
“Again,” she whispers, dragging him into it. “I need to come again. Jude, touch my tits, please.”
Jude kneels at her other side, fingers teasing her nipples as he pinches and tugs at her. I can barely think, can barely breathe, can barely hold myself up as I let her bite my lip.
I try to swallow all her whimpers. Every inch of her wants us, and every inch of me wants her.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Mmmh!” is all she can respond with.
I turn to watch as the other two men succumb to her whims. She begged once, and we all turned into Jell-O for her.
Dorian leans closer, mouth ghosting over her thighs, biting gently, a sharp nip that makes her shiver. I watch, lost, completely trapped by her scent, by the sounds she makes, by the way she’s unraveling beneath us.
“Ryker…” She murmurs my name, but her eyes are on them, too. She bites her lip, fingers lifting to brush at her stomach.
I place mine over hers and smile. She has such little hands.
“She’s so hot,” Jude says, a tremor in his voice as he sucks one of her nipples into his mouth.
Her back arches off the bed, a gasp tearing from her throat that vibrates straight through me.
Her scent hits me harder now, thick and intoxicating, like wild honey mixed with something feral that claws at my insides, making my cock throb painfully against her thigh.
“More,” she slurs, her words thick and drowsy, eyes half-lidded as she reaches for me. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me down toward her core. “Ryker... touch me there. Please.”
I don’t hesitate. My mouth waters at the sight of her, thighs spread wide, her pussy glistening and swollen from everything we’ve already done.
“My turn,” I tell Dorian.
