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Chapter Twelve

Scarlett

The sound of birdsong wakes me. The bed is so warm and cozy I don’t want to open my eyes. I just want to wallow in the comfortable mattress, soft blankets, and the tangle of limbs surrounding me. This is heavenly, to be surrounded by…

… two men.

The realization has both of my eyes popping open. Conall’s bare chest greets me. His arm is tucked around my neck and shoulder, cradling my cheek against his shoulder. But another long, firm body lies behind me, legs tangled with mine, and an arm wrapped around my middle.

I shift, my thigh sliding up Conall’s until I feel the hard length of his erection nudge my knee. Behind me, Hunter grunts quietly and crowds my back, his cock pressing against my ass, thick and insistent.

I’m wrapped in two males without any memory of getting into bed with either of them. Not only are they in my bed—they’re both naked.

So much for having my own room. My own space.

I try to drum up anger at their presumptuous behavior, but I’m too loose and relaxed.

Conall growls in his sleep, turning over to face me, then his hand slips into the wide, loose neckline of my gown to close over my bare breast. A soft gasp leaves my mouth at the sensation of rough calluses against my soft flesh. His fingers lightly pinch my nipple, tugging with enough pressure to have me shifting against him.

Teeth close on the muscle that runs from my shoulder to my neck. Hunter’s bite makes me jolt. His fingers skim further down my thigh until it reaches the bare skin. His hand slides higher, gathering the material to reveal my leg and hip. The pads of his fingers are rough as he slips them between my thighs, finding my clit with arousing accuracy.

A low growl sounds in my ear, but it’s not coming from Conall. No, the rumbling emits from Hunter’s chest. My head tilts back as his fingers move lower, dipping into my opening and finding me soaked.

“Fuck,” he whispers. The gravelly word spoken against my flesh makes my nipples even harder.

My eyes are barely open, but my body is already wide awake, desperate for release.

Hunter shoves his leg between mine and shifts it upward, spreading me for his hand so his fingers can delve deeper inside me. The touch on my breast disappears, quickly replaced by the wet heat of Conall’s mouth.

I reach back, my hand closing around Hunter’s hard cock. He groans against my skin, the thrust of his fingers becoming harsher and more demanding. He leaks precum as I stroke him, making my hand slippery against his flesh.

My focus is completely centered on the stroking fingers between my thighs and the scalding lips and tongue tormenting my breasts. All I can think about is satisfying this all-consuming need.

I’m caught between two men who want me to give them everything. The urge to give in, to give myself over, is strong enough to wipe all resistance from my mind.

I fight the sensations, trying to clear my head. This feels like so much more than a tryst. It feels life-changing. Apocalyptic.

Conall growls against my breast as if he can sense my inner turmoil. Strong hands grip my hips, rolling me and lifting me until I’m on my knees over Conall’s face. Hunter rips my nightgown over my head, leaving me naked and shuddering as the Lycan between my legs suckles my clit in firm pulls. My hands fly up, cupping my breasts, and my back arches. The suction of Conall’s mouth is almost too much. I flex, trying to lift my weight off his face, but he snarls against me and wraps his hands around my hips. My knees slide out wider as he pulls me down directly onto his mouth, devouring me with his lips, tongue, and even his teeth.

My head falls back as I cry out, my body rolling and rocking in rhythm with each stroke of his tongue, each pull of his mouth. A hand grips my braid at the base of my skull, turning my head to the right. Hunter is on his knees in front of me, his cock hard and pointing straight up. I open my mouth to take it between my lips, but Hunter uses his hold on my hair to tilt my head back and kiss me.

A tremor runs through me at the voraciousness of his kiss. He’s devouring my mouth the way Conall is feasting on my pussy. My thighs shake as they each feed from me, one between my legs and the other at my mouth. Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, Hunter releases my lips.

“Take me in your mouth, Little Red,” he commands, his hand tugging at my braid.

If he commanded me like this out of the blue, I would spit in his face. But I’m so aroused, so desperate, that my usual contrariness is absent. Instead, I lean forward and do exactly what he said.

I take his cock into my mouth, sucking on the head before using my tongue to wet his length. Hunter releases a hiss as I open my mouth wider and take him deeper, humming in the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Little Red. You’re dangerous.”

A quiet laugh leaves me, rolling down his cock as I suck him. His hand flexes in my hair, holding my head still as his hips rock. I let my weight rest on one hand and use the other to cup his balls, tugging lightly.

The rhythm of his hips stutters. I want to laugh again, but instead, I focus on making him lose control. I want him to feel the way I do. To lose himself the way I have.

Conall growls against my pussy, his mouth rough on my sensitive flesh. But I crave it. That brutality. The edge of pain in pleasure drenching me.

My focus returns to Hunter when he thrusts deeper into my mouth, nudging the back of my throat. I fight the urge to gag and swallow around him, pulling him deeper.