His tongue strummed the bare bundle of nerves again and again and again. It pressed hard against her clit, swiping in strokes. Licking up and down as he stared into her eyes.
He flattened his tongue andflicked.Flick, flick.
“Yes.”
Thierry and Ryker both played with her nipples in their suctioning mouths.
Her breathing grew heavier until every inhale was a shallow pant of: “Yes, more, please.”
“You sure you want me to just be a bystander?” Bael rasped, with a hand squeezing his hardening cock. “Don’t you want my tail vibrating that little, needy clit?”
“Actually…” Nix clutched Persius’s light-colored locks in her fingers harder. “His tongue is better than your tail.”
Bael’s expression lost any sense of humor. His red eyes darkened to an angry crimson.
As rain continued pounding the roof of the house and pinging against the bedroom window, Persius’s hands inched up to lay over both of her top inner thighs. He sank his right hand down, under where his mouth worked her pussy, and lowered his fingers to just under the curve of her ass.
He partially lifted her, tipping her upward. With the new angle and leverage, Persius circled his thumb around her slick entrance. He sucked on her clit as he prodded her pussy with a long finger.
“Oh.”
“My tail is way fucking better than his tongue,” Bael grumbled sourly under his breath.
Persius released her clit just long enough to tell her, “I want you to come on my tongue until you are all I can taste.”
Nix moaned when he settled back in with a fervor. “Romantic.”
Bael scoffed at that and directed a jealous scowl at Persius. “I can be romantic,” he muttered.
“Oh yeah?” Nix challenged him as three men sensually serviced her body.
Bael’s red eyes narrowed onto her. “I’d kill for you,” he said.
“You’d kill for a lollipop.”
“If it were cherry-flavored, sure.” Bael winked at Nix. “You know how I love cherries.”
Her breath hitched. “Persius,” Nix squealed when he slurped at her clit and sank a finger deep inside her.
What had started slowly now turned frantic and fast. Desperate. One of his fingers entered her hot channel, but he kept his thumb circling her back entrance. The threat of dual penetration had Nix biting her lip to mask her begging mewls.
“So wet for me,” Persius murmured onto her pussy as he eased his long finger out of her before plunging the digit back in. “Taking it so well.”
“Our mate is such a good girl,” Thierry praised against her breast and reached down to grip her quivering thigh. “So greedy for touch. So slick for us.” He lifted her leg, stretching her open wider for Persius to devour her.
Ryker followed his lead and lifted her other leg.
Persius ferociously fingered her, wrist jerking in a fast blur. All the while, Persius kept a consistent rhythm over her throbbing and pulsing bud with his talented tongue.
“Oh Gods.” Her pussy gushed onto his finger, and he added another, stretching her.
Still, his thumb pressed and lifted, pressed and lifted, just above her clenched rosebud. Would he really slip his thumb into her ass? Did she want him to? Her eyes threatened to roll back in her head every time he lightly pressed it, as if it were a pleasure button he teased off and on.
“Do you like how Persius is fingering you? Getting that pussy ready for us?” Thierry asked in a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through Nix’s breast as he massaged it. “Don’t his fingers feel so good?”
“Mmmm,” Nix whined through pressed lips. Her legs shook as her body tightened in anticipation.
Thierry added coaxingly, “Look at how you’re dripping onto his hand.”
