Page 161 of The Bounty


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“She’s squirting,” Brock pants in disbelief. “She’s fucking squirting all over me.”

I can’t stop. I whimper, my body shaking as Brock slams into me one last time and lets out a low moan, his cock starting to inflate.

“Fuck yes, fill her ass with cum,” Killian groans, as his cock grows stiffer. “Stuff her ass with cock.”

I flick his piercing with my thumb one more time, and he roars just as loudly as Brock, his cock pulsing as ropes of his cum land on my stomach.

Dylan moans low, and his seed paints my chest, load after load covering my body.

Their cocks inflate, my hand struggling to stay around them as I continue to pump my fist.

I can sense their pleasure mingling with mine, and I float on a high as I struggle to catch my breath.

Brock stays inflated inside me, gently rocking us back and forth, bringing wave after wave of small releases through me. Dylan and Killian stay on each side of me, whispering in my ear, until I finally close my eyes and succumb to my fatigue.

* * *

When I reopen them,Brock has pulled out, and the mess on my chest and stomach is wiped clean. Brock is spooning me, his arms wrapped around me as he purrs in my ear.

“Are you okay?” He whispers in my ear. “Was I too rough for you?”

Butno, I wanted it, just like my cunt begs for attention now. My Heat is far from over, and I need more.

“It was perfect,Alpha,” I promise him, grinding my ass against his erection. He groans, but unwraps his arms around me and sits up.

I whine in protest.

“Why?” I groan, sounding like a fussy child.

“Because,” he says with a chuckle. “Dylan insists on feeding you. He’s been perfecting a recipe just for you, while you’re in your Heat.”

I sit up, confused, letting the blankets fall from my chest. “Hewhat?”

My heart swells at the sweet notion.

“He’s been obsessed with making new recipes for you,” Brock grins, and my cheeks flame. “So, we insist you eat.”

As if on cue, a mouthwatering, savory scent fills my senses. “Hi, sweetheart,” Dylan coos, entering my line of sight, carrying a bowl. He’s wearing dark jeans, but they’re slung low, showing off the perfect V of his hips. “You need to eat, baby, before we all lose control again.”

But I don’t want to eat any food.

I want to devourhim.

I let out a growl as he sits close to me, and his eyes darken.

“God, you have no fucking idea how much I want you right now,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek gently. “But let me take care of you, baby.Please.”

I nod, and he gives me a smile before bringing a spoon to my lips.

And fuck, has he outdone himself.

Whatever rich broth he’s concocted soothes my soul, sending warmth throughout my body.

It’s savory, salty, a just a hint nutty.

And as much as I don’t want to wait to have him again, I let him tend to me.

I allow myself to enjoy it.

And once the bowl is empty, I realize Brock has left the room, and Killian is back.

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