I melt into each of Rowan’s thrusts, my body relaxing from the tension of my heat that’s been coiling for who knows how long. My knees shift wider, my hips open up, and my back arches.
It’s such a primal, natural reaction. I can’t help but feel like mybody was meant for this. It’s perfect. This is perfect. My mates are perfect.
“So pretty,” Rage growls, his hand lifting to cup my cheek. His thumb brushes against my lips reverently and I suck it into my mouth. His hands are so massive. All of him is so massive.
My nails dig into the fabric of his sweatpants as I claw myself forward, hooking my hands into his waistband.
He lets out a fierce growl, shoving it down and freeing his bobbing cock.
Oh wow. I know he’s big. I’ve felt him inside of me. I’ve felt myself, the day after I had him inside of me.
But there’s something about being face to face with his cock, so close I can see the slight purplish hue to the head, the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
I reach out, my hands and fingers looking tiny as I wrap them around the base, guiding his cock towards my waiting lips.
My tongue darts out as I lap at the head, feeling the ridiculously soft skin and tasting the salty, leathery musk that’s all Rage.
With every one of Rowan’s thrusts, I’m pushed against Rage in a rhythm.
Rage reaches up behind him, gripping the headboard when I widen my jaw and slide the head of his cock into my mouth. The muscles in his torso ripple with the movement and his abs flex.
He lets out a wordless noise that’s halfway between a growl and a groan. It vibrates straight through to my clit, making my inner walls flutter around Rowan.
“Fuck you look so hot, Sugar,” Rowan groans, “Look at you taking both of us.”
Drool runs past my stretched lips and down Rage’s shaft, coating my hands as I try to massage his cock up and down in rhythm with my mouth.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the firm weight of Rage’s length against my tongue. I suck a little harder, running my tongue upalong the underside of his head and his hips jerk upwards, filling my mouth entirely.
Despite the all consuming fear from earlier around my heat, I feel powerful right now. I’m making Rage, one of the most powerful people I know, lose control. I’m making him fall apart with my mouth.
“Fuck, Sugar, if you keep clamping down on my cock like that, I don’t know how much longer I can last,” Rowan groans.
Another thrill of pride thrums through me.
I’m making them feel good. Really good, if the noises they’re making are any indication.
It makes me clamp down on my inner walls, pushing backwards into Rowan’s thrusts in anticipation.
“Fuck, I can’t?—”
Rowan’s cock jerks inside of me and I let out a satisfied hum around Rage’s cock.
“Holy shit, Sugar,” Rowan pants, pulling out from inside of me.
I pull off of Rage’s length with a wet and satisfying pop, flashing a lazy grin over my shoulder at Rowan.
“Mine,” Rage growls, instantly reaching out and cupping my jaw in his massive hand and directing my gaze back at him.
“The big guy wants his turn,” Rowan chuckles, his chest heaving as he rests back on his heels.
Rage’s jaw works as he stares at me. His cock bounces in my hand between us. I can feel each throb under my fingertips.
I crawl forward, stretching my hips wide in order to straddle his.
Rage’s hands drag down my spine before gripping my hips. His erection, soaked with my saliva, presses against my overheated flesh of my folds.
“Do you want to ride him?” Rowan murmurs, appearing behind me and brushing my hair away from my spine so it hangs over my shoulder.
