Tate inhaled sharply. “Fuck yes.”
“We’ll need to be quiet,” I reminded him as I slowly removed my shirt.
Tate quickly discarded his own shirt and jerked his pants off so quickly, I almost laughed at him. It seemed my little wolf was just as turned on by his princess as I was.
I barely had my pants down before Tate’s mouth wrapped around my cock. His tongue lapped at my tip, his bare ass up in the air. I groaned and grabbed his braids, pulling him off me.
“I thought you wanted to fuck.”
The conflict on his face between wanting to suck me off and having me inside him set my blood a boil. Shoving him on his back, I pumped his cock several times in quick hard succession that had him gasping.
“Remember,” I murmured in his ear, “you have to be quiet, my love.”
“Lube,” he gasped. “Top drawer.”
I quickly found the bottle and pushed his legs apart. With expert ease, I found his puckered hole and pressed a finger in. Tate’s hips bucked, his mouth open wide with no sound coming out… and yet his eyes weren’t on me.
They were across the room where Jack had shifted in bed, her beautiful curls falling across her face.
My hand squeezed his cock, giving him a quick jerk before pouring the lube around my finger to prep him for me.
“If you keep looking at her like that, I’m going to think maybe she’s fucking you instead of me.” Without warning, I thrust inside of him, which pulled a small sound out of him that I quickly covered with my hand.
His eyes flicked back to mine, hunger and desperation in his gaze as I took his ass with a quick and brutal pace that he loved.
Releasing my hand, I let my eyes slide over to Jack. My cock throbbed as my eyes swept down to where her blankets had fallen away, revealing the swell of her breasts.
“Now… ah… who’s fucking who?” Tate grunted, his fingers tightening around my biceps.
I forced my eyes back to Tate to caress his face with my gaze before grabbing him by the throat and capturing his mouth with my own. My other hand kept stroking him as I thrust. HIs pleasure poured into our bond, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Tate was almost there. I could feel it. With my hand on his face, I forced his head to the side.
“Look at her when you come. I want your eyes on her when my fangs and cock are inside you.”
Before he could answer, I struck, sinking my face deep into his neck. Tate jerked and arched into me, his legs wrapping around my waist to pull me in deeper.
Since I couldn’t see with my face in his throat, I used my shadows to show me. They slithered on the bed and pooled around us, showing me the longing and pleasure on his face.
Was watching her sleep while we fucked wrong? Probably, but I was long past caring what society thought was acceptable. I’d crossed that line when I made a werewolf my human servant.
Besides, before the year was over, I planned on having our little mystery sandwiched between us, with both our cocks inside her and my fangs in her neck.
Just the image of what I wanted to do to her set off my orgasm. I released Tate’s neck and focused on pounding into him, using my hand and cock to drag him with me over the edge.
The small shout from Tate as he came on our stomachs made us freeze.
Our eyes shifted to Jack’s sleeping form. Her body rolled slightly onto her back, groaning but not waking.
I slipped from Tate’s body and found a discarded shirt to wipe us both off. Normally, I would have slept with Tate naked. One quick look at Jack had me pulling my boxer briefs on.
Tate did the same and laid back on the bed, holding the blanket open for me to press up against his side. He spooned me from behind, covering me with his scent.
My gaze lingered on the pale face of Jack, her brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line.
She whimpered in her sleep. Her lips pressed together tighter, as if to silence the sound even in her sleep. Her body jolted and a couple of distressed words escaped her lips.
“No. Please.”
