He smiles and moves.
I slide down her body and bury my face between her legs. My tongue flattens against her clit, lapping in broad strokes that make her hips buck.
She tastes like sin, salty-sweet and addictive, her arousal coating my lips as I suck her into my mouth.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her walls clench around me. She’s so wet, so ready, her body sucking me in deeper with every thrust.
My free hand wraps around my cock, stroking roughly from base to tip, the slick sound of my fist mixing with her moans. Precum beads at the head, and I pump faster, the pressure building low in my gut.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” I mutter against her folds, my breath hot on her skin. I nip at her inner thigh, not hard enough to mark but enough to make her whimper.
Jude releases her nipple with a pop, his eyes dark and fixed on us.
“She’s gonna break us,” he breathes, but his hand keeps working her other breast, rolling the peak between his fingers.
Dorian’s frozen for a second, his hand still between her legs from earlier, but now he’s shifting closer, drawn in like the rest of us.
Her scent wraps around him, too; I can see it in the way his nostrils flare, his pupils blown wide. She notices, her gaze locking on him even as her body trembles under my tongue.
“Dorian,” she slurs, voice a husky drawl that sends a jolt straight to my balls. “Come here. Wanna taste you. Please... your cock. I want it.”
He freezes, jaw clenching. “Are you sure?” His voice is rough, strained, like he’s fighting every instinct screaming at him to give in.
She nods, lazy and insistent, beckoning him with a crook of her finger. “Dreamed of this. You... all of you. Don’t stop me.”
I glance up, my fingers still plunging in and out of her, my mouth relentless on her clit. She’s a vision, chest heaving, skin flushed.
Her scent spikes, flooding the room and driving us all insane. It’s everywhere, seeping into my lungs, making my head spin and my cock leak steadily in my grip.
Dorian crawls forward on his knees, hesitating only a moment before her fingers find his zipper. She tugs it down clumsily, her movements sleepy but determined, freeing his cock from his pants.
It springs out, thick and veined, already hard for her. She wraps her hand around him, stroking once, twice, her thumb swiping over the tip.
“Like that,” she murmurs, eyes glazing over with want. “Taste you now.”
He groans, shifting so his hips align with her mouth. She leans up, lips parting, and takes him in, her tongue swirling around the head before she sucks him deeper.
Dorian’s head falls back, a curse spilling from his lips as her mouth works him, sloppy and eager, drool slipping down her chin.
I can’t tear my eyes away, even as I devour her pussy. My fingers fuck her harder, three now, stretching her as my tongue circles her clit in tight, wet laps.
My other hand flies over my cock, the friction building, my balls tightening. Her moans vibrate around Dorian’s length, making him thrust shallowly into her mouth.
“Shit, your fucking mouth,” he gasps, his hand in her hair, guiding her.
Jude’s not idle; he’s back at her breasts, sucking one nipple while his fingers tease the other. But her scent—it’s overwhelming, pushing us to the edge.
I feel it in my veins, hot and urgent. My Alpha urges me to claim, to fill her up.
She pulls off Dorian with a wet pop, gasping. “More... need more. Ryker, don’t stop. Fingers... deeper.”
Her words slur together, half-coherent, but the plea in her eyes is crystal clear. And I oblige, thrusting my fingers faster, my mouth sucking harder on her clit until she’s writhing, her thighs clamping around my head.
My strokes on my cock match the rhythm, rough and desperate. The pressure crests, and I come with a muffled groanagainst her pussy, hot spurts landing on my hand, dripping down my knuckles.
It’s intense, waves of pleasure ripping through me, but I don’t stop—my fingers keep moving, drawing out her release.
She cries out, body convulsing as her orgasm hits, walls pulsing around my fingers, her juices flooding my mouth. I lap it all up, greedy for every drop, her taste pushing me toward madness.
