Oh, so he’s the one I ended up cuddled up with.
“Morning, kitten,” Knox whispers into the nape of my neck as he presses his sizable morning wood into my backside.
Chills automatically run down my body as I become aroused at the prospect of working up a full appetite before breakfast. Looking over my shoulder, I spy the short hallway to my bedroom and bite my lower lip as I meet Knox’s green eyes. They sparkle back with promises of wicked things as desire floods our shared link.
Yum. Okay, I’m down.
Before we can move, a shadow falls upon me, and a tattooed hand stretches out before me.
“Want some help?” Electric blue eyes shine down at me while a sly smile slowly appears on Ryker’s face. “Food isn’t the onlything I’m hungry for.” He plays with his lip rings as he runs his eyes down my body.
I’m still wearing my oversized shirt and leggings, but he’s eyeing me as if I’m wearing a string bikini. For once, I’m stunned speechless.
“Come on, let’s see if we can jump-start you speaking in tongues,” Knox growls, as Ryker swoops me up and over his shoulder. As we head to my bedroom, I spy Chester and Moni having the same idea as they head down their hall, and I swoon a little as I catch the rest of the guys cuddling while catching more Z’s before my door closes.
Ryker sets me down in the middle of my room, and my arms are immediately pinned against Knox’s side, my ass against his rapidly growing cock.Things are definitely looking up.
“You are wearing too many articles of clothing, Goddess.” Ryker’s lust and hypnotic voice flow over me like a lover's caress, pebbling my nipples as he drops to his knees.
He slowly rolls my leggings down my sepia skin as he licks and kisses places that have no business being erogenous zones, as Knox kisses and nips along my neck, making every woman’s wet dream come true. Knox’s hands travel up my naked thighs until he meets the hem of my shirt, where his fingers lightly draw circles along my hip bone, causing chills to run throughout my body in anticipation, while Ryker pulls my leggings off of me one foot at a time.
I swear these men are killing me. Where are my rough and demanding Alphas like that time in the cave?
“Killing you, Kitten?” Knox purrs before he slips an earlobe between his teeth and nibbles.
I lay my head against his chest as he pushes my shirt up along my ribs, exposing the cooler air along the way. It’s a mixture of heat as his fingers trail up my body and the cool air chases hispath as his hands slip higher until he finds and gently squeezes my breast, making me moan.
Riiiiiiip
The sound of shredding fabric pulls me out of my trance, and I look down to see a wolf-like smile on Ryker with the remains of what used to be my underwear in his hands.
“Oops.”
Oh my God, this crazy man did not just tear my panties off like a starved, insatiable Alpha.
“You should know better than to walk around with underwear on.” He discards the scraps of clothing before grabbing a leg and placing it over his shoulder, positioning himself in front of my dripping pussy. “Especially,” he leans in and takes a deep inhale before he continues, “when you smell this good,” and proceeds to grab my ass and run his tongue along my slit, collecting what wetness I have just from their teasing, causing me to almost buckle in his hands. “Mmm, and definitely this delicious. Don’t tell JP, but you’re better than anything he could ever cook up.”
As if Knox and Ryker have preplanned all of this, they move as a unit, sleek, precise, and all about getting the job done. Thank the fates, the job is me getting orgasms, and all my men are professionals in the business. How Knox and Ryker move though, I almost wonder if they have a secret connection between them.
Knox rips off the rest of my shirt, leaving me topless, and lifts me so both of my legs wrap around Ryker’s head. Ryker wastes no time grabbing my ass and burying his tongue deep into my pussy, sucking, licking, and tongue-fucking my cunt. My eyes almost roll back as my legs start shaking, and an orgasm rushes to the surface.
“Lean back, Kitten. I got you.” A roughness seeps through Knox’s voice as he directs me, and it only turns me on more. “Ride his face.”
Yes, Alpha.
I do as he commands and lean into Knox’s body, trusting him completely, and let loose. I grab Ryker’s hair and yank hard, causing him to groan and grab my ass harder as he vibrates his tongue against my clit. I roll and buck my hips in such a chaotic mess, and I don’t even realize what Knox is doing until I feel the sharp sting of him pinching one of my nipples that sends me over the edge with a moan.
Knox quickly moves to capture my moan with his kiss, and I melt against him and Ryker, who is still attached to my pussy as he tries to lick me clean.
Giggling, I pull away from Knox and try to pull myself free from Ryker, but the damn octopus won’t let go of me.
“Ryker, that’s sensitive,” I tell him, trying to catch my breath, but before I can actually do anything, my feet are in the air, and I’m thrown onto my bed.
Pushing my wild curls out of my face, my jaw drops slightly as I take in the scene before me. Dear Fates One, Two, and Three. I don’t remember what Knox and Ryker wore to bed, but I sure as fuck know what they are wearing now: just their birthday suits and the Demstone jewelry I made for them.
Knox is looking delicious, standing at his full height with his black spiky hair disheveled, his heated green eyes devouring me, and his sword nipple studs catching the morning light. I don’t know when he lost his sleep pants, but I’m glad for the view of his cock standing at attention. Ryker, on the other hand, looks more like a predator stalking its prey, all sleek lines down his body as he crawls to the bed, covered in his ink. His eyes warn that there’s no escape, while his cruel smirk only dares me to try.
Something tells me to go for it, but I have a feeling they won’t be nipping at my heels if I do.
