Page 73 of Blood and Trouble

I forgot to breathe when she started rocking her pelvis on his leg, balancing herself with her hands on his knee. She threw her head back, and my fangs elongated, my cock so hard it tented my boxers. I reached down to adjust it, but Lycan sucked through his teeth and shook his head.

“Don’t you dare,” he said. “You wanted to watch. So watch. But you keep your hands where I can see them.”

The fucking sadist.

I took a deep inhale and let it out as slowly as I could, trying to control my heart rate. But it was no fucking use. The whole thing was so hypnotic, so depraved, it wound me up faster than anything Lycan had ever done to me before. The heavy aroma of my arousal and bonding scent filled the air, mixing with his, dancing with hers, and that made my stomach clench harder.

“Do you like when he watches, pet?” Lycan asked. “Doesn’t he look so tortured over there by himself?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, moving her hips harder, rocking back and forth. A dark wet spot formed on his jeans, and I licked my lips, imagining what it would taste like.

“Do you think he’d like it if I let him lick your pretty cunt?” Lycan grinned and lifted an eyebrow.

“Yes, sir,” she said, and my fangs throbbed. Fuck, everything throbbed, and whatever resistance I’d had about this whole thing faded away. My feral side took over, dragging my human half kicking and screaming into the background. Human Poe knew he should have left, should have told Lycan to go fuck himself, and disappeared forever. But the feral side had no such qualms. This was pure need, plain and simple. I wanted Lycan. I wanted Ava. And it seemed, at least in this one moment, they wanted me.

“Would you like it?” Lycan reached up to grab my belt, still around her neck, and wound the leather around his palm, one turn at a time.

“Please, sir. Please,” she said.

The white-hot craving that went through my nerves nearly blinded me.

“There’s a good girl,” Lycan said. He held up his other hand and waved two fingers at me. “Come here, Poe.”

My body reacted before I could process it. I stood, walked around the table, and stopped in front of them. Lycan grabbed her thigh and shifted it so it was on the other side of his free leg, spreading her wider, readjusting so her ass was centered in his lap, her cunt glistening and open wide for me.

“Go on,” he said, staring up at me. “Get on your knees and use your tongue to see how wet I made her.”

Despite wanting to comply, wanting to submit, the dominant in me wouldn’t go without a fight. I wanted him to overpower me. I wanted him to make me. “Isn’t it your job to eat your wife’s cunt?”

He smiled and reached forward, rubbing his palm over my neglected cock. “Such a defiant mouth on you.”

Fuck, it had been so long since he’d touched me like this. I almost came from the contact alone.

“What do you think, pet?” Lycan kissed the side of her head. “Should I force him? After all he’s done to us, it doesn’t seem fair for him to say no.”

“People in glass houses—” I murmured.

“I bet if you asked him,” Lycan cut in. “He’d do anything you said.”

“Please, Poe,” Ava said, and the sound of her sweet voice yanked my heart into her tangled web. “Please taste me. See how wet I am for you.”

“She’s wet for you, Poe,” Lycan said. “Are you going to leave her so needy and unsatisfied?”

That fucker pulled the one string guaranteed to drain the fight out of me. I’d do anything for her. My wolf filed that away for the human to figure out later.

Mouth salivating, I lowered myself to the ground and kissed the inside of her soft, creamy thigh. She sighed and relaxed against him, spreading her legs open wide. I couldn’t resist. I worked my way to her cunt and drew in a deep inhale, whimpering as her heavenly perfume settled in my bones. Gods, she was magnificent. I’d never smelled anything as wonderful and all-consuming as her, and when I woke up tomorrow, I’d be terrified of what that meant. But in the moment, I only wanted more of it.

I licked across her skin and swallowed her slick, letting it coat my tongue in all its splendid glory. Another languid lap had her rocking her cunt into my face, urging me on. Lycan tunneled his fingers through my hair and fisted a handful, not to yank me closer or move my head, just to claim. To control. To remind me that he was the one in charge, and his wife face-fucked me at his leisure.

“Suck her clit, Poe,” he said.

I did, and she moaned, rutting against my mouth.

“Hold yourself open for him, pet,” Lycan said, and she put her fingers on her labia to give me better access to her pretty little cunt. I took advantage. How could I not? I licked and sucked and rolled her around in my mouth like she was my lifeline to the divine. And she used me like a toy, like the only way to glory was through my face.

Fuck, but I loved it. The hazy, glowing stupor. The delight and power in Lycan’s gaze as he watched me feast on what was rightfully his. As he shared her with me. As he shared me with her.

I worked her into a frenzy, her slick and my spit dripping down my chin, making a fucking mess on my chest and the floor. But I liked that, too. When she came, she grabbed my hair and spasmed against my face, and I knew I was gone. This couldn’t be a one-time thing. I’d do anything to make it happen again. Hell, I’d live the rest of my life doing whatever she said if she’d have me. She cried out and threw her head back on Lycan’s shoulder, and he rubbed her breasts and stomach, tightened my belt around her throat, grounding her in his presence as well as mine.