Page 64 of Blood and Trouble

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“There’s a good girl.”

When was the last time I’d given anyone a blow job? Years and years. For half a heartbeat, my self-consciousness took over.

I don’t know what I’m doing. How could I be good for him? How could I make it good for him when I⁠—

“Shh.” He fed his cock inside my mouth before retreating. “I’ve got you, Trouble. Just seeing you like this is enough to make me explode. It’s going to take all my willpower not to come in two seconds.”

I tried to smile around his girth, but God, he was big. I focused on the fierce look in his eyes, fire and danger dancing behind his glowing irises. When he pulled out, I sucked, and when he surged in again, I tried to relax. He wouldn’t hurt me. He gave me a way to get out if it became too much. But I wanted to take it. I wanted to be enough for him in any way I could.

I’d almost lost myself in the feel of his velvety skin coasting over my tongue, the endless chatter in my mind quieting to a whisper, but movement caught my eye outside the window to my right. My inner beast hackled and growled, and I nearly stopped.

A pang bounced through my chest, tightening like a slipknot, yanking my focus. We were positioned at an angle that let me keep my head straight while glancing to the side.

Deep amber eyes glowed in the dark. The connection that had formed between Poe and me when we first met vibrated, pulling tight and snapping the tension in my heart.

Oh, God.

What am I doing? What happened to the plan?

I was supposed to be trying to get Lycan and Poe back together. I was supposed to be making one (or both) of them jealous enough to reunite, to want each other again. Poe should have listened to the witch. They should be together. Here I was, enjoying myself, kneeling with a dripping cunt and the taste of Lycan’s precum on my tongue. I was being selfish. I was ruining everything.

I locked eyes with Poe as Lycan slipped his cock down the back of my throat, and I swallowed.

“Oh, fuck,” Lycan moaned. “Do that again.”

I did, massaging his length, making his fingers tighten in my hair. Poe’s mouth dropped open, and his bonding scent filtered in through the cracks around the window. I inhaled as Lycan withdrew, and suddenly…things shifted. Maybe I should have stopped the whole scene. Maybe I should have told Lycan that Poe was watching. Perhaps I should have been repulsed by the whole idea of having been caught by my husband’s ex.

But…I wasn’t. My skin burned, and the electrifying combination of my arousal mixed with Lycan’s and Poe’s exhilarated me. I wanted to reach my hand down between my legs and wring another orgasm from my oversensitive body.

Something about the three of us together in this complicated mess churned a crank in my soul, settling into a sense of rightness that I’d never experienced before. I liked that Poe was watching me get Lycan off. I liked the sickly sweet combination of our scents. With that realization and acceptance, my internal micromanager went completely silent.

Lycan fucked me until I gagged, until spit slid down my chin, until my eyes burned with tears. Then he suddenly yanked himself away.

“Such a good little cock sleeve,” he said, wiping a hand over my chin to clean me up. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He leaned down to grab my ass and hauled me up so my legs wrapped around his hips. He sat on the couch with me straddling his lap.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said. “Keep Paris close if you need it.”

I wouldn’t. My entire body shivered with excitement, and somehow, Poe, still standing outside the window, made it even more intense. I wished he’d interrupt. I wished he’d come in and join us. But that was too depraved, wasn’t it? How could I be so reckless as to want both of them?

Lycan must have noticed I’d gotten distracted. He paused with his cock lined up at my entrance. I glanced up at him, only to see his focus had shifted over my shoulder to the window behind me. I froze, sitting stiff on his lap as I wondered if he would stop, if he would reprimand Poe for daring to stand on the porch like a creep while my husband fucked me.

Instead, Lycan’s grip on my hips tightened, and he eased my body down on top of him, impaling me, sinking so deep I felt him in my teeth. He looked up and curled his lips into an arrogant smirk.

“Does it turn you on to see him watching?” he whispered inside my head, rolling his hips up and down. “Do you like having an audience when you give me what’s mine?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

I didn’t know if it was the addition of Poe or my confirmation that made him growl and claw my waist. Either way, he rocked my pelvis back and forth, and I put my hands on his chest as leverage, pressing my forehead against his while his massive cock worked my cunt.

“Rub your clit, pet,” he said. “I want to see you come again.”

I reached between us and circled my sensitive skin, ramping up my arousal. Slippery sounds slapped against the walls, and my muscles seized. Lycan kissed my neck and licked down my chest to my breasts, where he sucked one nipple into his mouth with a gentle nibble. I didn’t know what I expected. After the way he’d fucked my mouth, I thought he’d be rougher…harder. But this was almost tender.

He moaned and tilted his head back, exposing the thick, corded muscles on his throat. I had the sudden urge to sink my fangs into that exposed skin, but I stopped myself. We could still get this thing annulled, and even though I was enjoying myself, Lycan had been adamant that he didn’t want to be mated, especially not with me.