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Cupping her chin, I tilt her head up a bit more as I drop my own, and when our lips meet, I can taste the way her desire has changed her body chemistry. She tastes sweeter, wilder than she did the first time we kissed, and it makes my hard cock pulse with a fresh shock of arousal.
She groans into my mouth, sliding her tongue against mine as her breath picks up. I can feel her moving, her ass grinding against Ridge behind her as our kiss deepens. She undulates her hips, shifting between the two of us as she seeks more relief from the heat building inside her.
Ridge lets out a choked grunt as her perfect ass rubs against his cock again, and the sound stokes something inside me. He can feel her response to me in the urgency of her movements, and it makes an unexpected swell of pride and lust rise up in me. Good. I want him to feel it. I want all these men to know how badly Sable wants me.
I kiss her harder, plundering her mouth before drawing her sweet little tongue into my own mouth and sucking on it. She whimpers softly, her breath coming in short gasps.
I’m breathing harder too, my head spinning like I’m drunk as I lose myself in the sweet perfection of her body. Her spirit. Every fucking thing there is about this beautiful, vulnerable goddess.
When our lips finally break apart, hers are even more full than usual, swollen from the punishing attention from first Ridge, then me.
Her eyelashes flutter as her tongue darts out to taste me, but before I can kiss her again, Trystan catches her chin with two fingertips and turns her head toward him, claiming her lips for himself.
An instinctual jealousy rears in my chest, my wolf scratching at my rib cage as it demands I fight him. Kill him. Destroy him.
But before I can make a move to do anything, Sable’s hand slides down between us and finds my cock, her fingertips brushing over my shaft.
My eyelids droop, all thoughts of violence and killing evaporating from my head as pleasure like I’ve never known surges through me.
Fuck. She’s so damn perfect.
Her touch is light and tentative at first, soft as a butterfly’s wings, but as Trystan’s greedy tongue plunders her mouth, she lets out a desperate whimper. I can tell he’s driving her wild with his kiss, and she takes it out on my dick, wrapping her delicate fingers around me and stroking.
My hips jerk forward of their own accord, desire making my balls draw up tight. Suddenly, I’m on the other end of what I was trying to do to Ridge. I was trying to prove a point to him and the others with the way I kissed Sable, and I’ve got a feeling Trystan is doing the exact same thing.
He wants me to feel her lose control. To feel her come apart from his kiss.
And as her small hand slides up and down my shaft, I have to admit, I don’t fuckin’ hate it.
If this is sharing, maybe it’s not all bad.
With a guttural noise, Sable finally breaks her lips from Trystan’s, and Archer is right there. A gentle grip on her chin turns her face toward him, and this time, my wolf doesn’t howl in protest as his lips seal over hers.
There’s nothing to fucking protest.
The movements of her hand are awkward and a little jerky, making me think she’s never done this before, but it doesn’t matter. Hell, it makes it better. The sensation of her warm palm and delicate fingers around my cock is the best goddamn thing I’ve ever felt. There’s no shyness or hesitation on her part, nothing but need and desire as she begins to explore Trystan with her other hand, her tongue still tangling with Archer’s.
Behind her, Ridge sweeps her hair over one shoulder to give himself access as he tastes the skin of her neck, and I can’t help myself. My hand comes up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing and massaging it before rolling her pert nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Trystan’s hand finds the other, and the whimper that pours from Sable’s lips is like a chorus of damn angels singing.
Fuck, I want to hear her make that sound over and over.
I want to go to sleep to that sound, wake up to that sound, live and fucking die by that sound.
The fact that the woman of my dreams, the woman my wolf has claimed, is surrounded by three other men who are as dead set on worshipping her body as I am no longer seems quite as strange as it did a few minutes ago. Shifters have never been shy about nudity, so it doesn’t bother me to be standing side by side with several other fully naked men.
And honestly, even if I weren’t a shifter, I’m not sure I’d even notice or care.
Every bit of my focus is on Sable.
She’s the only thing that matters in this equation.
I pinch her nipple lightly again, and she lets out a moan, practically going up on her tiptoes as she kisses Archer harder.
Ridge moves the hand that’s splayed over her belly lower, sliding a finger through her folds, and she bucks in our hold, her entire body reacting as if she’s channeling an electric current. She arches and undulates against all of us, pressing her breasts into my hand and Trystan’s as she grinds against Ridge’s finger and kisses Archer like her life depends on it.
The musky, alluring scent of her arousal saturates the air around us, and I’m so damn hard, I swear I’m about to come in her fucking hand.
