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The breath hisses from his throat.
I look up at him, startled.
“Just ignore him,” Bethiah tells me. “He’s determined to be noisy and distract us.”
A tight breath huffs from Jamef. “No…no distractions. Please keep going.”
She winks at me and then takes my forefinger, drawing little circles in the pre-cum coating the head of his cock. “He’s a big boy, our mate,” she says in that soft, seductive tone of hers. “The head of him is nice and thick, but the ridges are the best. Look at how prominent they are.” She guides my finger down the underside of his shaft, trailing along a vein.
Like a doll, I let her move my hand, because I’m fascinated by this. I love his reactions, and I love her guidance. It’s like she knows just how to drive him absolutely crazy and she’s relishing it. I love her power over him…and me.
“Feel the piercings,” Bethiah tells me, moving my fingertip over each one. “Those feel so good deep inside. He’s going to make you come so hard when he finally claims you.”
“What about you?” I ask, breathless.
Her expression is startled for a moment, and then she smiles wider. “Me, too.” She presses her palm to the back of my hand and slides my fingers lower. “Grip him.” When I do, she tsks. “We can’t give our mate a dry rub. That won’t do, will it?”
Jamef groans again, his gaze utterly fixed on us.
“No,” I say softly. “We should get him wet. Slick. So it feels good.”
“Absolutely.” Bethiah takes my hand and lifts it to her mouth, and then sucks on my fingers, her gaze on me.
I whimper, my pulse throbbing right at my clit.
“Lick her hand,” Jamef whispers, the first thing he’s said in what feels like forever. I whimper again as Bethiah drags her tongue—every ridge sliding over my skin—down my palm. She does it again, and then again, and then looks over at Jamef.
He nods.
With that, Bethiah takes my hand in hers again and wraps my fingers around the base of his cock. She drags my hand up his shaft with excruciatingly slow motion, letting me feel each ridge and each piercing against my grip, and then tightens just a little when we reach the head of his cock.
I love that Jamef’s breath catches as we do, and when Bethiah has me stroke him again, he groans low. I’m excited by this, fascinated by the fact that it’s all three of us in action. All three of us joined in this together for one common goal. “I dare you to put your mouth on him,” I tell Bethiah. “Suck on the tip while I stroke him.”
Her eyes flare as she looks at me, and it’s like I’ve caught her by surprise. Her gaze flicks to Jamef as if for approval, but his head is tilted back, his eyes closed, as if he’s doing his best to make this last and he’s worried it won’t.
“Pushy fluffit,” she tells me, but then guides my hand in another stroke and leans over his cock. The head of him disappears into her mouth and I don’t know who gasps louder, me or Jamef. She makes a loud, wet sucking sound and her tongue grazes my fingers as I work his shaft faster.
I watch her, fascinated, as she tongues the head of him as if he’s an ice-cream cone. She’s beautiful bent over him, and I can’t resist touching her with my other hand, brushing down her bare shoulder and over her back. “Touch her, Jamef,” I whisper. “Isn’t she pretty?”
“Keffing beautiful,” he groans, and his hand goes to the top of her head, right between her horns.
She stiffens.
Oh no. I worry she’s going to flee, or worse, say something to kill the mood. Bethiah doesn’t like to be uncomfortable, or vulnerable. “I dare you to let him come in your mouth,” I tell her. “Let him do that and I’ll kiss you.”
Jamef groans, his metal hand suddenly stealing down to cover mine. He pumps his cock frantically using my grip, even as Bethiah continues to suck the head of him. We’re joined in this, and she doesn’t pull away, even when he groans out her name and white erupts against the corners of her mouth. She swallows as he jerks, using me and my hand, and it’s the most obscene and fascinating thing I’ve ever seen.
When Bethiah lifts her head, she looks right at me and licks her lips. It’s a dare if I’ve ever seen one, no words necessary. With a moan, I fling my arms around her neck and kiss her soft, wet mouth. She tastes like him, and I’m both appalled and aroused when her tongue teases mine.
So much for going slow.
Bethiah breaks the kiss, holding me against her, and I realize dimly that we’re both pressed up against Jamef’s knees in our embrace. My dazed gaze moves back and forth between the two of them.
