Feel her tits with my bare hands.
Explore her.
But the force of nature at my back makes it impossible to touch her more than I already am.
I brace as Noah rides out his rut, taking out his agony and fury on my ass while I protect Lark with my body.
He would never hurt her. That much was evident in the way he kissed me at first. He was trying so hard to provide a clear demonstration of how he would treat her.
However, our intimacy is different.
He uses me and I use him.
It’s a darkness. A craving. A twisted embrace.
Maybe one day she’ll join us.God, I hope so,I think as our kiss intensifies. She moans against me, her thighs quivering as she clenches her muscles.
Fuck, she’s going to come, I realize, feeling her vibrating beneath me.
It rivals the growl at my back, Noah close as well.
I’m trapped between them, lost to their mounting pleasure, doing my best to let them use me as they climb higher and higher.
And explode.
Noah shouts as Lark moans, the two of them detonating in unison. My knot throbs in response, Lark’s silky pajamas leaving wet kisses along my shaft.
I bury my face in her neck as she continues to shake, her soft little pants music against my ear. I swear I hear my name. But she seems lost to her climax, the waves of pleasure overwhelming her gorgeous form.
Noah’s hands are a brand against my hips, his lips in my hair. He’s already massaging circles against my skin with his thumbs, his need to check in on me overriding the residuals of his orgasm.
He knows he was rough.
But he also knows I can take it.
I’m about to remind him of that when Lark freezes beneath me, her tension palpable. I glance at Laz, wondering if he’s touching her.
However, he’s studying her profile with a frown.
His dark eyes meet mine, and a sense of urgency radiates from the depths of his gaze as he jerks his chin, telling me without words to get off of her.
I push back against Noah, causing him to issue an irritated grunt, but he moves, taking me with him and to the side.
Lark lies there for a bit, her eyes closed.
Then she springs out of the bed and runs from the room.
I move to go after her, only to be held back by Noah and blocked by Laz.
“Let her process” is all Laz says.
I have no idea what that means or if it’s a good idea to not chase her. It doesn’tfeellike a good idea. Actually, it feels very fucking wrong.
If she’s hurt, I need to know.
Only, I know we didn’t hurt her.
She kissed me. She pressed up into me. Shecame.
