Page 82 of The Beta's Bargain

Dylan drops to his knees. I let out a whimper, but now my view is blocked. Falcon pulls his fingers out, and I move to sit up, but the alpha pins me with a glare. He and Grayson steal my attention, moving in closer to me.

“Put your fingers in that pretty pussy, love,” Grayson purrs. “Show us how wet you are. Let me see you.”

I whine and try to close my legs, but Falcon slaps the inside of my thigh, and I fling them back open with a yelp, exposing myself to their heated stares. I obediently do as Grayson tells me, holding up two soaked fingers that he sucks into his mouth. My body heats, and I writhe on the bed.

“Gray,” Falcon growls and shoves two fingers in, plunging in and out three times until I'm panting and breathless, “get down there and make your mouth useful.”

“Yes, sir.” Grayson pulls his tie off and then unbuttons his shirt. He kneels on the bed and reaches up, grabbing a pillow.

“Scooch up,” Gray murmurs and winks at me.

I scramble up the bed, feeling Falcon’s fingers leave my body. I want them back, but when I peek at him, I don’t dare say anything.

Gray nudges my hips, and I lift while he shoves a pillow under me. My clothes are ripped off me by the two alphas, and within moments, I’m as naked as they are.

He lies on his stomach between my legs and laughs lightly. “Hold on, love.”

“What?” I ask absently, rolling my head from Falcon’s scorching stare into Gray’s.

His mouth descends in a furious, searing heat. If there’s a pattern to his madness, I can’t find it. I squirm and arch my back as the pleasure intensifies. He is remorseless, holding my thighs wide apart with his shoulders, lifting my ass so he can get his tongue inside me. I clutch at his hair, moaning as he grabs my clit with his mouth and sucks. I scream and beg, I’m wordless and blind. All that exists is his mouth licking me into my next life.

My hips roll towards him of their own accord, picking up the pace. His teeth graze over my clit, and I gasp, hanging onto the very edge of the cliff.

Silas growls, and the sound of him thrusting into Dylan’s mouth makes me groan. I thrash my head from side to side, I'm so close. I reach up with one hand and squeeze my breast, then tug mercilessly at my nipple, the pain sending pleasure tingles straight to my core.

He growls and slurps up, pressing his tongue hard over my clit and sucking it into his mouth. The sultry heat, the tingling pressure, spirals upwards and explodes out.

I scream, pulling his hair, holding him to me as my hips jolt into him. My back arches, my toes curl, and then it eases, and I come down, floating on cloud nine.

“Holy shit, make her do that again,” Silas growls. The bed thumps, and I turn my head and find Dylan laying on his stomach, ass in the air, watching me as Silas presses into him from behind.

I whimper. Dylan’s mouth opens wide, and his groan sends flickers of heat through my body. Again. Already.

Grayson continues to lick me with slow, languid laps, holding my shuddering body close to him. I go past the painful pleasure and back into that aching, empty need again. My hips roll against his face.

I'm covered in sweat, feeling more alive than I ever have when he gets up and pulls away. He kneels on the bed, and I peer at him stroking his gigantic cock, the thick knot at the base makes my stomach jolt. It’s the first time I’ve seen one appear. I glance at Dylan, his presence must trigger it.

“My turn,” Falcon growls. He’s wider than Grayson with a knot that looks huge. I’d never be able to take it. But the desire to try teases me, briefly, before I push it away.

Falcon crawls over me. He freezes above me. For a long moment, we stare at each other. I wonder what he sees in me. I see the tired man. I see the kind and caring protector. I see a man who wants me.

“You can’t move your arms,” Falcon whispers. “Keep them above your head. Can you do that?”

He settles back on his legs and gently guides my hands together over my head. He closes a hand over them and squeezes.

“Stay right there.”

I inhale sharply and nod. I glance to the right where I can just make out Silas and Dylan staring with burning gazes. Their fucking has changed to slow love-making. The erotic way Silas pulls and holds Dylan melts me.

Falcon pulls the pillow out and throws it to Grayson, who puts it to his face and inhales. My cheeks flame even as my hips tilt. More, begging silently for more. But then a scrap of material covers my eyes. Nerves flutter to life inside me.

“Trust me,” Falcon whispers.

I leave my hands where he told me to and try to forget that I can’t see anything.

Falcon lowers himself to me and rubs his huge cock between my folds, soaking himself. I groan at the feel of him. Yes, this is what I need.

“You’re going to keep your arms right there, or I'm going to get something to hold them there,” He growls.

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