Ethan uses one finger to push my panties to the side and then lowers his mouth to my core. His tongue enters me, stroking down the length of my slit, and I shudder. Holy fuck.
“She tastes like ambrosia,” Ethan whispers, pulling away to look at Grayson.
Grayson nods as if he expected as much before turning his attention to me.
“Gracie, help your mate undress, will you?” He jerks his chin towards Ethan, and I suck in a sharp gasp.
He…knows? They both do? I haven’t been keeping the mating bonds a secret per se, but everything has been so confusing and crazy that I haven’t had the chance to sit them all down and talk about it yet.
Grayson offers me a soft, secretive smile, answering one thousand unspoken questions with that one gesture. Love for him fills me instantly, and I hope he can see it in my eyes.
Turning away from him, I focus on Ethan, who’s watching me, his chest heaving.
“Fuck, Izzy, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he tells me, his fingers flexing by his sides.
“Oh, I definitely want to,” I purr. “The question is…do you?”
“I want nothing more than to feel your hands on me. Holy fuck.”
A part of me wants to laugh at Ethan’s awkwardness, though the majority of me simply wants to get him undressed. Now.
I pull the Henley over his head and trail my gaze over the hard planes of his chest. He isn’t as large as Grayson or Reid, but he’s still incredibly muscular despite his lean frame. Tattoos curl up one arm, an intricate patchwork of color I yearn to explore more…intimately. Preferably with my tongue.
“Jeans,” Grayson orders, and I swallow and bring my hands to the waistband.
I slowly begin to pull them down his muscular thighs and, like Ethan did with me, I drop to my knees during the process.
His cock instantly springs free, hard and long, and I lick my lips at the sight of it. A pearl of precum sits at the tip.
Ethan clumsily steps out of his jeans and kicks them to the side, where they join the rest of our discarded clothes.
“Holy fuck, Iz.” Ethan swallows as he stares down at me. “You look… There are no words.”
I smile at him coyly through my thick lashes but don’t touch him. Not yet. Not until Grayson gives me permission.
“Why don’t you lick the tip, baby?” Grayson murmurs, and his voice sounds closer now.
He’s right behind me.
The thought of him so close, watching me suck Ethan’s dick, makes my pussy pulsate around nothing but air.
Nodding obediently, I lean forward and run my tongue across the slit on Ethan’s cock, tasting him.
“Oh…fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Ethan’s hips jerk forward immediately, desperate for me to take him deeper, but Grayson’s there in a second, holding Ethan back.
“No,” Grayson growls, releasing the wolf shifter and moving back towards me.
He, too, is naked, and I allow my eyes to feast on his glorious body. It looks exactly as I remember it, yet entirely new. I could stare at him for hours and still find new things to study. Like, has he always had that scar above his right pec? Is that a birthmark on his hip?
Abruptly, Grayson wraps my hair around his fist and pushes my head back down to Ethan’s straining cock. I eagerly hollow my cheeks and take him as deep as I can.
Grayson controls the pace as he moves my head, saliva dripping down my chin. Sexy moans and whimpers escape Ethan as he holds perfectly still.
“Play with his balls, baby,” Grayson rasps in my ear.
Lust sweeps through me like a wildfire as I reach beneath Ethan to cup his heavy sac. I begin to fondle them as I continue to take him deep in my throat.
“Just like that. You’re being such a good girl for me, Izzy. Look at how well you can suck his cock. What a perfect slut.”
