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“Both.” Brutal thrusts strangle Dutch’s moans. “Unh. Please. Both.”
Tingles feather my blood.
They’d let me join.
They think I’m theirs.
All I have to do is ask.
I drag in a record-scratching breath.
Bishop’s hips still at the bottom of a stroke so deep that Dutch’s eyes cross when he spots me with a muzzy moan.
“Mate.” Dutch reaches, straining. “Bite.”
His hips lift.
Bishop slams him down.
The thwack and his smirk tickle something, but my body feels so far away.
Am I in control?
“All yours, Queen.” Buried deep, Bish yanks Dutch upright. “Try the equipment before you sign the contract. It won’t disappoint.”
I’ve seen all the videos.
I’ve read all the smut.
I thought they were exaggerating.
They. Under. Sold.
Reaching around the alpha pinned to his hips, Bish grips a freaking tennis ball can so girthy he can’t close his fingers around the shaft. His long, firm stroke ripples Dutch’s messy abs.
Dutch is slick all over.
The tip of his dick glistens with the same pearly wetness that drips down his thighs and smears Bishop’s desk.
I swallow a mouthful of maple syrup.
“Tell her what you told me.” Bishop squeezes, dragging down until he captures the growing bulge of Dutch’s purpling knot.
“Unh.” Dutch tips back his head, but he’s too tall to rest on Bishop’s shoulder.
“Words.”
Dutch’s blond lashes flutter. “Solly. Ohfff~” He hunches forward, shooting a pearly rope in time with my name.
“Those aren’t words.” Bish flicks the mess off his fingers, painting Dutch’s heaving chest.
My body is…
Boiling?
Frozen?
Gone?
