“You haven’t had enough of my come yet?”
I shake my head in answer, because I can’t talk. A wave of arousal cresting and growing, I get off on feeling his flesh between my teeth, and I’m driven by a need to mark him as mine. Sucking a large hickey on the inside of his thigh, I check the size and color a couple of times before I’m happy to move back to where he wants my mouth. Valentine makes it easy, using one of his hands to push his hardening cock down for me to suck on.
Wrapping my lips around the tip, I work his slit with the tip of my tongue. My hands wander, and a rush of tingling heatand arousal coats my insides. A sense of torment grows with it. I share the storm with him, and I use my finger to massage around his taint and circle his hole, already knowing he likes light stimulation there. He showed me, and knowing it makes him feel so good, I can’t stay away.
I can’t stop touching any of them. The way I need to feel them is something I haven’t been able to fulfil yet. Asleep or awake, it’s not a choice. It really feels like touching them is vital for my survival. The yearning I have for my pack is borderline offensive but so freaking enjoyable. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
His taste floods my mouth, and my eyes roll back in my head as his unique flavor pings through my blood. He is all Alpha, pure raw energy and untapped passion. Every part of me aches for his attention, and the smallest touch, look, or noise from him and my body responds. He sets my soul on fire, always. But the most shocking and incredible thing is, Matteo and Dante do the same. I crave each of them with a raging desperation.
“Layne, look at what you did.” Valentine growls as he pulls himself free from my greedy mouth to show me how hard he is.
He shuffles backward and sits up higher, so I get a better view of his underside, where each ridge and every vein is as hard and beautiful as the rest of him. Valentine wraps his hand around his length and starts to fuck his fist over my face, and it’s intoxicating to watch. He shuffles back and starts twisting his fist around his pierced crown, letting his leaking pre-come drip down onto my face.
“You drink this bottle of water.” Handing over a water bottle from next to him, he grits his teeth as pleasure races through him, making his movements jerky. “And we’ll give Matty a show while he rests. Dante and I are going to knot you standing up. How’s that sound?”
When I open my mouth, my wicked husband lets go of his cock for a second and snaps the lid of the water open and startspouring it slowly over his dick and into my mouth. He’s tricking me into drinking water, instead of sipping on him.
Espresso-flavored water spilling over my face is unexpected, and it feeds the growing calls my heat brings. I have to reach around and rub my fingers over my pussy. I ache so much.
“Are you touching my cunt?” He sits on my chest, making it impossible for me to move my arms, but thankfully, I was able to sink a finger inside my pussy again.
Someone behind pulls my fingers free, and I start to whimper, but they’ve heard it before.
“No touching my cunt, Layne,” Valentine growls before he uses his cock to spank my face like I’ve been bad. Maybe I have. But bad feels incredible.
“You like that, huh?” He does it again, and even with none of them touching me, my pussy leaks and my heat flames.
“Mrs. De Luca, you’re perfuming for me?” Valentine rubs his cock all over my face, his pre-come leaving a thick trail everywhere he paints it. And the warm stickiness of it feels as good as how I imagined. The sublime sensation reverberates over my skin and inside my body, making my cunt spasm. I whimper in hunger.
He’s gone in an instant, and I nearly cry. But he hasn’t gone, gone; he’s pulling me up until I’m in his arms. Valentine holds me, supporting all my weight in the palms of his hands. He spreads my ass cheeks wide, lifting me up so he can press his cock against my ache.
“Mrs. De Luca, I can feel my greedy cunt trying to pull me back inside you,” Valentine rumbles low.
“Please,” I whisper, licking over his chest. I need Valentine to flood my mind with his presence while his brother drowns my body in pleasure.
“You can beg for me later, wife, not now.” And he drops me down at the same time as he thrusts up, slamming inside. Therelief is instant, my Alpha knowing the very best treatment my pussy needs—cock, knot, come.
Hands trail over my butt as Valentine continues stretching and teasing me with every inch of his thickness. Dante doesn’t stand up. Instead, he licks my hole, rimming me until I’m trying to wiggle away from his mouth while trying to chase down the promise of release he brings.
Dante’s mouth on me vanishes for a moment, and I twist around, watching him use one of my blankets on my nest to wipe his face, which half pisses me off, because honestly, we’ve shared literally every part of each other, and I want it all.
“Hygiene?” he teases and silences my growl of protest with a lick of his tongue against my lips, asking for me to open. I do—of course, I do. I want everything and anything, all of it in abundance. Dante pulls away, his blue eyes mirroring Valentine’s, but they’re vastly different too. I could lose myself in them, but right this second, they’re full of questions, which confuses me.
“Val’s in you nice and deep, huh?”
As if to prove a point, Valentine lets go of one leg, and somehow, he sinks farther in. I twist in shock and awe as another tease of a climax washes over me in time with a flush. I sink my head forward, succumbing to the sensations.
“Baby, we want to spoil you, then knot you. You want that?”
I can’t answer. Valentine keeps circling his hips, rendering me mindless and unable to process anything but the way he’s tempting my body. I clamp down hard on Valentine and tug on my connection with Dante, hoping it’s enough of a response.
And thank fucking god, it is.
Dante lifts my dangling leg back up, handing it to Valentine.
“Val’s going to spread you so wide, you might feel like it’s going to destroy you, but we’ll put you back together.”
I close my eyes, getting lost in his promises, but Dante tugs on my hair to keep me from floating away.
