Page 69 of Savage Surrender

Weller’s palm settles against the side of my neck while I follow the thick vein beneath his cock with my tongue. I draw back, teasing the tip, then sink lower. Wind throws my hair across my mouth and sticks it to his wet skin and mine.

Freddie gathers it away from my cheeks. His knuckles brush my temple. He loops the length once around his hand and keeps it at the back of my head, firm enough that the slight tug makes my clit throb. “So fucking pretty, baby.”

I take Weller deeper and look up at him, finding his attention on my face. His hips shift before he locks them down, giving me another inch, and for two slow passes he watches my lips stretch around him. Then his gaze cuts past Freddie toward the boardwalk.

I pull back until only the head rests on my tongue.

“Weller.”

His attention returns to me. I close my lips and sink down until he hits my throat, his fingers flexing against my neck.

He lasts three strokes before checking the dunes again.

Someone kneels behind me. Tristan’s fingertips begin at the back of my knee and travel up beneath my dress, then he presses a finger inside.

My moan closes around Weller’s cock, and he slips farther into my throat. He grunts, and the hand against my neck is a solid pressure now.

“That’s it. Take him a little deeper, Omega.” Tristan sucks my slick from his finger. “He needs to see how beautifully you take his cock.”

Then two fingers fill me slowly from behind. My knees spread farther in the sand as he pushes deep and settles his thumb beside my clit.

Owen closes in on my other side. His hand skims my ribs, cups one breast through the wet fabric, then slides down my arm. He takes my free hand and puts it over his cock beneath his shorts. I squeeze, and his mouth finds my shoulder while his other hand travels under the hem and closes over my ass beside Tristan’s wrist.

“Greedy little Princess.” His teeth scrape my skin. “A cock down your throat and you still need more.”

Weller looks toward the boardwalk again and I’m sick of it. I pull off him.

“Feel me.” I stroke him once with the wetness my mouth left behind. “Enjoy this. Enjoy me.”

Tristan’s fingers slide out of me as I rise onto my knees and adjust myself to straddle Weller.

He catches my hips before I can settle, holding me just out of reach. The head of his cock presses against me without pushing inside. “Bianca.”

“Just the tip.”

“No.”

Everything below my waist strains toward him, but I stay exactly where he put me.

“Please,” I whisper against his mouth.

His grip shifts higher on my waist. “You know why we need to wait.”

“I don’t know how you could resist her, Weller.” Freddie’s thumb moves over the bone of my ankle, gentle enough to make the praise worse. “She’s so fucking perfect.”

Owen brushes Freddie’s hand away from my ankle as he comes around behind me and cups my breast through the wet dress. “I’d let you take all of me, Princess.”

Tristan’s fingers hook beneath my chin before Owen can settle behind me, turning my face away from Weller. “Don’t be an asshole, Weller. You’re making her shake.” His mouth brushes mine. “Fuck her, or I will.”

I turn far enough to find his eyes. “Then do it.”

Weller lets me go like he’s going to release me and Tristan’s hand closes around my waist.

But then he drags me back and his hips punch up as he pulls me down, driving into me hard enough that a cry tears out of me. His control goes with it. He thrusts a few times, full and rough, before locking me against him. “You do take me so perfectly.”

An engine rises above the surf as a seaplane moves along the horizon. It stays far out, a speck over the water. Weller doesn’t look this time.

Tristan’s hand slides into my hair and turns my face toward him. “Kiss me,” he says, and takes my mouth while Weller is still buried inside me.