“You are?” She retreated until her back made contact with Vance’s chest. As I’d hoped, his hands wrapped around her at once, locking her in place as I dropped to my knees in front of her and lifted her gown.
A delicate, barely there confection of what Rowan had told us was called lace—the same burgundy color of her dress—dared to hide her pussy from me. Impatience had me pushing the feminine garment aside. “Hold her, Vance. Hold her until she comes for me.”
“With pleasure.” Vance chuckled as Rowan groaned, her hips bucking. She fought him, the excitement in her mind in stark contrast to the way her shoulders strained to break his hold. He adjusted his grip, locking one arm around her waist. His free hand wrapped around the base of our mate’s fragile neck.
The surge of lust that blasted us through the collars made us both groan.
“Fuck, mate.” Vance’s voice was a low rumble next to her ear as I pressed my tongue against her wet core. “You’re going to make me come before I get the chance to fuck you.”
“Not my?—”
I sucked her swollen nub into my mouth. Her voice faltered. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and finger fucked her as I played with her clit.
“—problem.”
Had my mouth not been occupied, I would have burst into laughter at our defiant little mate’s challenge. I lifted her legs to rest on my shoulders and enjoyed the feast, basked in the pleasure I gave her, the way she didn’t even try to hide her desire, her need flooding all three of our minds until I wasn’t sure how much longer Vance would be able to maintain control.
Not my problem.
I suckled. Tasted. Took turns fucking her pussy with my fingers and my tongue as Vance held our mate in place, a prisoner to our lust. Our need to consume her.
Rowan
They were goingto kill me with an overdose of orgasms.
I didn’t care. What a fucking great way to go. Vance’s hand around my neck drove me wild for reasons I didn’t understand and had no desire to inspect. Not right now. Not with Marz eating my pussy like it was a five course meal from a master chef. His enjoyment, his need to taste me, came through the collars and stole any thought I might have had to protest.
I’d never been tied up. Held down. Choking wasnotmy thing. This was all of those things and none of them. Vance’s hand on my throat did not squeeze, but the primitive part of my brain recognized and responded to the danger, heightened my awareness. His arm was like a steel band around my waist. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. All I could do was take whatever my mates decided to do to my body. To me.
Marz thrust his tongue inside me, wiggled it around as he worked my clit with his fingers. He was rough, demanding.
My pussy drenched him with welcome. Needed more.
My mates were relentless when it came to sex. If I didn’t force their hand, Marz would have me here for an hour, make me come so many times I’d see stars.
I wanted that. Badly. I wantedthemeven more.
I reached behind me, grabbed Vance’s hard length through his pants with one hand. The other I buried in Marz’s golden hair and pulled. Hard. “Stop.”
As I knew he would, he stopped licking my pussy and lifted his gaze to mine. “Tell us what you need.”
Rather than speak, I shifted in Vance’s arms and put my feet firmly on the ground. Turning around, I pulled Vance’s cock free and dropped to my hands and knees. I knew the sight of me in Marz’s family color, burgundy, made him crazed. I didn’t want to waste time removing clothes, so I gathered the skirt of my gown around my waist. With a wicked look over my shoulder, I wiggled my nearly naked bottom—the lace thong I wore didn’t cover much—at Marz as I pulled Vance’s huge cock toward mylips. "Fuck me." The hoarse whisper left my lips in a rush. The next moment, I sucked Vance’s heavy length into my mouth and prayed Marz would obey. I wanted him fucking me from behind. Hard and fast. As deep as he could get.
Vance buried his hands in my hair with a moan I would pay good money to hear again. I rewarded him by taking him to the back of my throat and holding my breath until I was dizzy. Frantic to have my pussy filled, I pulled back and took a deep breath, wiggled my hips.
I felt the moment Marz lost control. The icy control that normally blasted me through our mating collars transformed to cold fury, a need so dark a saner version of myself would have been terrified to feel it.
Instead, I felt whole. Needed. Real. My pussy was so wet and achy, if Marz didn’t fuck me soon I was going to flip around and give Vance the chance instead. I didn’t care which mate was in my mouth or my pussy. I simply needed them both.
Marz wasn’t going to make me wait. The possessive fire I felt every time he looked at me was too primal, too strong, too filled with disbelief. I knew he didn’t think he deserved a mate. I felt his guilt, his worry. Everything. He couldn’t hide from me any more than I could hide my desperate need for his cock to fill me up, for his obsession to overwhelm me and make me feel like I belonged to him. Like I had a home.
I nearly sobbed in relief when he pulled out his huge cock and knelt behind me. “Is this what you want, mate?”
Yanking my lips from Vance’s cock, I had time to speak just one word before firm hands in my hair pushed my mouth back over his hard length. “Yes.”
Marz moved into place, the tip of his cock pushing at the entrance to my pussy. “Mine.” His palm landed on my ass with a sharp sting, bringing with it a spark of unexpected heat. Imoaned around Vance’s cock as Marz pushed his cock balls deep in one slow, solid thrust.
That one word sent shivers down my spine as his cock stretched me to my limits. Filled me completely. I moaned around Vance's cock as Marz began to move, each thrust slamming deep into my core and igniting a fire that I knew would consume me.
