“Sweet,” Eli said around her flesh. Then he slid up her body and latched onto her mouth. Unlike Alex’s kiss, which had addicted her with a mixture of passion and sweltering affection, Eli’s was pure sex.
He fucked with his lips, sucking and licking his way into her mouth.
Alex shifted, his fingers dragging through the strip of hair covering her mound. She felt his head between her legs, his mouth nuzzling her sex. His tongue swept over her clit, and she jerked at the bliss of his touch.
“Hmm.” Eli continued to kiss her, his hands all over the place. He plucked at her nipples while Alex teased her clit and licked her pussy. He growled into her slick flesh, the vibrations stimulating her to new heights.
He smelled so good. And Eli fit, a part of Alex. Now a part of her.
Alex increased the pressure of his tongue, then teethed her taut nub while Eli rubbed her breasts and plucked her nipples, his kisses stealing her ability to do more than climb toward that orgasm just out of reach.
Alex sucked hard and shoved a finger inside her. She couldn’t help it. Kennedy came hard while Alex growled and lapped her up. She started to come down, then found herself repositioned on the floor, on her hands and knees, her head right there—meeting Eli’s thick cock as he knelt and guided himself to her lips.
“Suck me down, baby. Let me come down your fucking throat.”
He looked like a wet dream come to life, and he smelled luscious. She took him inside her mouth with ease, not questioning how comfortable she felt, or the way she sensed her throat opening, her jaw widening, to accept all of him.
Alex sighed. “That’s so hot. Yeah, Kennedy. Blow him good. Suck him down and get ready for another load.” He put his hands on her ass to brace himself, then she felt him behind her, pushing into her pussy once more.
He felt so much bigger from behind, and he continued to pound into her, not gentle in the slightest. The movement made her take Eli deeper, and he grabbed handfuls of her hair to guide her. He fucked her mouth faster, harder, while Alex kept pounding away.
Then the sneaky Circ reached around to grind fingers against her clit, and she combusted.
She squeezed Alex into another orgasm. Eli groaned and shoved deep, spending down her throat. Salty-sweet, and so satisfying before he pulled away. The energy among them settled like a blanket, trapping them together.
One big happy pack of Circs joined in sex and orgasms.
Finally tired, still panting, she wasn’t sure when Alex suggested another round.
But this time he laid back and let her ride him while Eli came up her ass.
She wanted to say no, but her beast had other ideas. As well as a surprising stamina to keep up with the guys who wanted nothing more than to make a huge mess in her.
And she’d never been happier.
******
Poor Kennedy. Eli lay back on his bed, his hands locked behind his head, while Alex bathed his exhausted lady in the shower.
Man, talk about a fine piece of ass. She was smokin’ hot, had lips from heaven, and had taken both him and Alex enough to tire Eli out. If Alex hadn’t found her first, Eli might have staked a claim.
Yet for all they’d shared each other’s bodies, her beast accepting them both, he sensed a deeper tie between her and Alex. And then there was Alex getting all possessive and thatshe’s minebullshit. For all they’d had marathon sex, not once had Eli “been allowed” to come in her pussy. Not that he’d tried, but he found it interesting Alex hadn’t wanted him there. And that Alex seemed…renewed…after being with her.
The team fucked when the need hit, and though it still made Eli a little uncomfortable, he couldn’t deny how damn good it felt.
But he’d never seen Alex react to the others—with the exception of Gideon, but that fucker could make anyone crazy—the way he did to Kennedy Knight.
The chick was sexy and a little savage, apparently exactly what Alex had needed to come back to himself.
Eli didn’t blame Alex for being squirrely the past few months. The poor guy had been grieving. Since they’d escaped from Lang, Alex had been on the go with the team, never allowing himself to deal with the blow of losing his sister. Eli knew that had to hurt. Not that he’d ever been close enough to anyone to mourn their death. But he could imagine.
The shower shut off. The sounds of Alex crooning to Kennedy came loud and clear, and Eli grinned. Mr. Romance was taking care of his honey. Alex at his finest, being a good dude.
The bathroom door opened, and Alex carried a trusting Kennedy to the other bed. He tucked her naked curves under the covers, then sat next to Eli on Eli’s bed.
A glance at the woman showed her exhausted, her eyes closed. Eli heard her heart slow, her breathing easing into a rhythmic pattern.
In a quiet voice, Alex asked, “You good?”
