I’m not thinking about tomorrow or the day after that. I’m just thinking about how unbelievably good these men are about to make me feel.
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She’s a fucking dream.
The room might smell like Lain’s thick vanilla and tobacco scent, but it’s no bother. He’s my pack mate and after we’re done with Maisie, this room won’t smell like him much longer.
I wish her scent was present. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water, but she doesn’t need it. She’s already bewitched me without it.
Her skin is pale, a few beauty marks here and there. There’s a particular freckle on her inner thigh I want to become endlessly intimate with. Her rowdy curls drive me absolutely fucking crazy. I like seeing her let loose, being herself.
There’s a deep sense of satisfaction in knowing that we’ve made her so pliant, that she trusts us with her body. I won’t disappoint her in granting us with that trust.
The attraction between us is like a frenzied spark and there’s no way I could deny it.
Like a damn siren, she spreads her legs wide, showing off that marvelous cunt of hers.
“How do you like it, Maisie? Sweet and caring?” I ask, drawing my hand up her calf.
“I don’t want sweet,” she says, though her voice is unsure.
“Lain, sit at the head of the bed,” I tell him, and he does so eagerly. “Are you going to present for me while you take Lain between those welcoming little lips?” I ask while dragging a thumb along her bottom lip.
Her breath hitches, and she’s quickly in motion.
Fuck. She’s eager to please, excited to be taken care of and to accept her own pleasure.
I’m going to give her every ounce of sexual gratification possible.
Lain is sitting on the bed, legs spread as Maisie turns herself on the bed, her pert arse in the air as she crawls between his lap.
“Can you take these?” she asks him, handing Lain her glasses that he delicately places on the nightstand.
He pushes back her hair and looks at her like she’s the fucking sun. I know it’s a dangerous game we’re playing, but I’m too blinded to stop.
Slick is dripping down her thighs, an open invitation to slide right into her and fill her with my cock and knot so good that she doesn’t have a single thought in that brilliant head of hers.
Lain’s head thunks against the headboard, and I smirk, knowing she’s already toying with him.
I approach, sliding a hand down her spine and back, before squeezing a handful of her arse. She hums around Lain, the Alpha pants beneath her.
“Fucking hell, your mouth,” he says as Maisie presents herself even higher, nearly begging to be fucked.
I know there’s no turning back, and I suppose I’m fine with that. Because the moment I slide into her pussy, there isn’t a single doubt of whether or not this is what was meant to happen.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit out as her walls clench around me.
She makes these sweet little muffled noises as I slide deeper into her.
“That’s it. You’re taking both of us so well, look at you,” I tell her, while gripping her hips and slowly sliding in and out of her.
“So good for your Alphas,” Lain adds in.
She gets wetter at those words, her slick coating my cock and dripping onto my knot.
It’s with single-minded fascination and desire that I spread her wide and bask in the way she’s taking me.
