Page 134 of The Pact

There’s too much material between us. I need to feel his skin. Pushing his dress jacket down his shoulders, he releases his grip on me enough to get it off, but then his hands are on me once again.

I shouldn’t want this, not by conventional standards. I shouldn’t want to be fucked in front of everyone, and I shouldn’t enjoy giving these men a show. And I definitely shouldn’t want all of them to join in. Yet I do.

My fingers find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his torso. Wesley lets out a grunt of frustration. He doesn’t want to stop touching me, although the shirt has to come off. He nearly rips it, trying to get it over his head. I take a moment to admire his beautiful tan skin and the tattoos covering both arms—he’s gorgeous.

Once it’s off, I push my mouth to his. Sliding my hands over his chest, I claw into his skin. Wes groans and throws his head back, giving me clear access to his neck. He’s marked me plenty. It’s my turn.

I eye the thick, muscled skin the connects his neck to shoulder. The same spot he chose on me. Lowering my face, I lick from his collarbone to the place where I want to sink my teeth. He shudders under my tongue. I let out a rough laugh, knowing it’s gentle compared to what I’m about to do.

Without warning, I bite down, tasting skin and sweat. I’ve never done this before, so I’m worried I might hurt him. His entire body tenses, making his grip dig almost unbearably.

“Thea,” he moans out. “Harder.”

Fuck. I do as he asks and clench my jaw as hard as I can until a metallic taste dances over my tongue. Wes rolls his hips, his trapped cock rubbing me in all the right ways. I reach down between us, eager to free him.

“Uh uh.” I hear from behind me.

My mouth releases from Wesley. His skin is angry with an imprint of my teeth and blood rises from the marks. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, red tinged drool coating it. Glancing behind me, my eyes dart between Damian and Cole to see who’s guilty of stopping me—but I already know who’s responsible.

“If you’re not going to get me off, someone else will.” I narrow my eyes at him in defiance, knowing I’ll probably get punished for this. The thought of him spanking me again fills me with need.

I want his hands on me, even if it hurts a little.

No one speaks up. Suddenly Sutton drops to his knees behind me, between Wesley’s legs. His fingers grip my bunched up dress, pushing it all the way up so that it’s around my waist, exposing Wes grabbing at my ass.

I lick my lips, realizing exactly what Sutton’s doing.

Over my shoulder, I see him sit back on his legs, giving Cole and Damian a clear view. Rolling my hips slowly over Wesley, I arch my back exaggeratedly—giving them all a glimpse of my lace covered pussy.

Damian sucks in a sharp breath.

“Love,” Cole moans out. Their reactions pull a smirk from me and I turn back to Wesley, grinding into him deeper and faster. Adrenaline pumps through me. The power I’m holding over them is going right to my head and I can’t stop. I kiss Wes as I mark up his chest in desperation—needing his tongue to explore me while his cock’s inside of me.

He must feel it too, the need to be closer. I feel a sharp yank and hear the rip of material. My panties. I smile against his lips. “That’s ten new pairs you owe me, Mr. Wolfe.”

Wesley chuckles. “So worth it, blue eyes.”

“Damian,” Sutton pleads. “You’ll regret missing out on this. C’mon.” I think if anyone has a chance at convincing him to let go of some of that control, it’s Sutton. Come on, Damian.

I hear the rustle of fabric against the leather and feel Sutton shift, then there’s another set of hands on me. A rush of excitement goes straight to my clit.

Wesley slides us over so that Damian can sit to his left.

My chest rises and falls rapidly. I’m scared to look at him—not knowing what I’ll find. Finally, curiosity wins and I meet his icy blue eyes. They don’t hold annoyance like they have all day. Instead, I find fierce desire. He wants this as much as I do.

Cole can’t stay away, either. He takes the seat to Wesley’s right.

His fingers trace the line of my jaw. “You’re so beautiful.” An unwarranted heat creeps into my cheeks. Words so sweet and innocent shouldn’t be making me blush more than the position I’m in, but they do. I reach out and brush Cole’s curls from his forehead—they bounce back stubbornly.

He leans in and kisses me as Wesley thrusts into me, making me moan into Cole’s mouth. Damian’s hand runs up the satin of my back, up and over my shoulders, past my neck until he’s hitting the comb that holds my hair in place.

He pulls it out and curls spill down my back. Damian’s hand slides up against my scalp, the touch sends a shiver down my spine. Then he fists my hair and yanks my head backwards.

“Is this what you want, princess?” The sting of it is momentary. Pleasure at his roughness quickly takes over.

My gaze slides to him, but he’s blurry in the corner of my vision. “Yes, Damian. I want this.” The words come out in breathless pants. “Please,” I beg.

I feel him rise onto his knees in the seat. He brings his lips to mine. Something about sharing my mouth with three men in a matter of minutes makes my heart pound faster.

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