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“Fuck, baby,” he whispered as he tucked his head to the side of my neck. “You smell so good.”

I tunneled my fingers into his hair to hold him closer, encouraging him to take what he wanted, what we were both desperate for. He lavished attention on the sensitive parts under my jaw, sucking and nibbling and licking. I moaned and gave him more access, reaching between us so I could grip his cock, using my slick to glide my palm up and down.

“You want me inside you?” He bit my earlobe and tugged, sending shivers down my spine.

My cunt clenched, aching to be filled, and I whispered a greedy, “Yes. Please.”

I started to line him up at my entrance, but Lycan tutted his disapproval from the end of the bed.

“You know better,” he said in his husky tone that both reprimanded and reminded us he was just as aroused, just as involved in this. “Don’t take her without warming her up.”

“She’s fucking soaked,” Poe whimpered.

“Have I not been a generous host?” His words came out more playful than a taunt, but more threatening than a jest. “I put you in bed with my wife. I let you touch her, kiss her, smell her. And you refuse my hospitable offer to dine on her amazing cunt?”

“Fuck.” Poe’s resolve crumbled. He worked his way down my windpipe to my chest, and I arched into the touch, scraping my fingers over his scalp when he circled one nipple with his lips and sucked. My nerves shot to life as another wave of arousal shot through me. Everything felt so much more intense with Lycan directing, and the way he spoke filled me with a startling possession that flooded my senses. I belonged to both of these men, and they both belonged to me.

When Poe relished the same attention to my other breast, our bond burst open. His combined affection and bitterness soared in my chest, and I returned it with my adoration and euphoria. He hadn’t even touched me properly, and I was already close to climax. Poe met my gaze, his pupils illuminated with his wolf. I reciprocated with my own, letting the most feral part of my subconscious take over.

We were in the dance now, and there was no place I’d rather be.

CHAPTER 22

Poe

Devouring Ava’s cunt was always an ethereal experience. She tasted like honey and expensive wine, and she responded to every suck, every lick, every gentle touch. If I hadn’t been so fucking eager to get my cock inside her, I wouldn’t have needed Lycan to tell me what to do.

She rocked against my face, and I adjusted my pace based on her reactions. Lycan’s overpowering presence behind me added a heightened urgency to the whole experience.

I never thought I’d be the type of person who liked to be watched. In a typical territorial shifter stereotype, I didn’t like other people touching what I considered to be mine. Up until this point, I thought Lycan was the same way.

But I’d never experienced wanton lust like this before, and it could only be because Lycan had commanded it. Was still commanding it.

“Use your fingers,” he said. “Suck her clit. Make her beg. Make her pant.”

I followed his instructions with no further complaint, laughing darkly inside my mind as the rest of my control burned to ashes and blew away in the gale-force wind storming between the three of us.

Ava’s moans echoed louder. Her thighs tightened around my ears. She shoved her hips up, fucking my mouth in earnest.

Just when she was about to combust, Lycan barked, “Stop.”

My body reacted before my mind could catch up. I pulled out of her, leaned my head away, and sat back on my haunches.

“No!” Ava cried. “No, please. Sir. I was so close.”

“Oh, I know, pet,” he said with a deprecating laugh. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whined, fisting the sheets on either side of her hips. “But you’re being mean.”

Lycan stood and walked to the side of the mattress, sitting down next to her so he could trail his fingers over her breasts, circling her nipples. She pouted and stared at him with clear defiance.

“This is my show,” he whispered, leaning down to lick across the skin he’d just pebbled. “The only one who gets to make you come is me.”

“Now, you’re being cruel,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow and shifted his attention to me. “Am I?”

I gulped and fisted my cock under his scrutiny. It ached and pulsed, desperate to get inside Ava, but I knew the rules of the game. This was Lycan’s show. Maybe some small part of me believed I owed him. We’d barely begun to explore this gnarly thing between us, not to mention the complicated history between Lycan and me. Then I’d gone and mated his wife.