As Blaise’s mouth latched onto my clit, sucking it against the flat of his pulsing tongue, he pressed his finger fully inside me.
My vision blurred as pleasure detonated through me. I was only vaguely aware of my hips bucking into him, my fingers gripping his hair as I held him in place. His tongue became a soft, relentless pulse against me, moving in time with every wave of my orgasm as it radiated outward.
As my limbs finally began to unlock and my fingers loosened their vise-like hold on his hair, all I could think wasMore, more, more.
Blaise lifted his head from me, his pupils blown as he hastily undressed.
His cock glistened with his own spend, and I had no idea whether he’d come from pleasuring me or Ambrose, but the thought that he’d found his pleasure while tending to the needs of his mates sent a fresh bloom of desire unfurling through me.
He scrambled onto the bed between me and Ambrose, catching my ankles and moving me as easily as a rag doll into the middle.
The only thing that stopped me from reaching out and demanding that he claim me immediately was the hunger blazing in Ambrose’s eyes, his low growl of “Let me taste her” as he pushed himself to his knees and pulled Blaise into a devouring kiss.
Blaise let out a low groan as Ambrose broke the kiss, dragging the flat of his tongue over Blaise’s chin and along the corner of his mouth, as though determined not to waste a single drop of me.
Ambrose’s hand drifted between them, closing around both their glistening cocks as he pumped and licked, and there was a very real chance I might orgasm again just from watching them.
Just as Blaise’s breath hitched, Ambrose brought his hand down one final time before releasing them.
Blaise’s lips curved into a pout. “Tease.”
Ambrose’s eyes were practically sparkling. His voice was low, almost pleading as he said, “I want to watch you together.”
Blaise—who I was far more inclined to believe was the true tease of the trio—curved his lips into a wicked grin as he tilted his head toward me. “Should we indulge him, my beautiful mate?”
All I could do was nod, my mouth having gone dry all over again.
Blaise’s eyes flashed with something almost predatory as he shifted his weight, his fingers tracing slowly up my shins until they came to rest on my knees. He pressed lightly, and my legs fell open for him.
He let out a soft huff of breath as he took in just how wet I’d become from watching them, before climbing over me and burying his cock to the hilt inside me in a single, devastatingly slow motion.
His breath curled over my skin as a breathless “Gods, Caitlyn,” followed by a string of curses, spilled from his lips. Hiships began to move—gentle at first, then building to a rhythm that had me clawing at his back, my breath hitching as he struck every sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust.
He managed a croaky “Is it okay?”—which I could only answer with a huff of laughter, because while my words weren’t working, the sounds spilling from my mouth were indication enough thatyes, it was much more than okay.
The corner of Blaise’s mouth pulled into a knowing grin.
“You’re the... tease,” I finally managed, just as Ambrose’s hands slid over the flare of Blaise’s hips. Blaise’s head tipped back, his collarbone catching the light. Something primal flared inside me, and for a brief moment all I could think wasBite him there.
But the thought snagged as Ambrose pressed his lips to the scar on Blaise’s neck, his fingers stilling in the thatch of hair above Blaise’s cock.
His eyes locked onto mine, a silent search for permission to touch me.
I’d meant to say yes, but what came out instead was a breathless, begging “Please.”
Ambrose’s lips curved into a smile against Blaise’s skin as he let his fingers glide between us, pressing into my folds where Blaise and I were joined. Blaise let out a string of curses and a couple of broken “Gods” at the sensation of our mate’s fingers moving around us. He slumped forward, his collarbone just out of my bite range, as Ambrose finally pulled his slick fingers free.
I couldn’t see all of him from over Blaise’s shoulder, but from the way his arm moved, I realized Ambrose was gliding his hand down his length.
Then he leaned in, lining himself up with Blaise.
Blaise’s lips crashed onto mine, my mouth swallowing his moan of pleasure as Ambrose worked himself into him.
The only thing holding me back from my orgasm was the fierce need to watch, to burn this image into my memory. Blaise remained above me as Ambrose pressed in deeper, the only movement Blaise’s tongue tangling with mine and his cock twitching inside me.
Blaise only broke the kiss when Ambrose was fully seated inside him, and all I could think was how fucking perfect this was.
Ambrose—who might have been more of a tease than I’d first thought—remained perfectly still, much to the disappointment of both Blaise and me. One hand rested on Blaise’s hip, his fingers digging into his flesh as if resisting the urge to thrust for just a moment longer. His other hand traced a slow line down Blaise’s ribs, making Blaise’s cock twitch inside me again, sliding across his V-line and—
