Page 20 of Savage Trap

Especially when he eats me out like I’m his favorite dessert, spending so much time on my clit that my legs start to wobble. He grounds me by thrusting a couple of fingers inside and hooking into my walls, but as soon as I come, he surges to his feet and claws at his belt. I’m still trembling and clinging to his shoulders when he lifts me off my feet and drops me on his cock.

There’s a lot to be said for an alpha’s strength, given he can back me up against a wall and fuck me deep, while still torturing my clit. I writhe on his thick shaft, loving the way it pushes every thought out of my mind. I wasn’t kidding when I told Cam I wanted him to massage me into a puddle of senseless goo. And as if I’ve summoned him with my neediness, Cam steps into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him.

“Is there room in there for me?” he asks, and I moan, because Rory’s fingers pause on my aching clit. He sends a sex-soaked smile over his shoulder as he thrusts his hips up, making stars dance behind my eyes. “Get in here, bro. Our angel is fucking needy tonight.”

I grunt, but it’s the truth. I need Cam, too, and I hold out a hand to him.

“I don’t think I can get in there with you holding her like that,” he murmurs as he strips off his clothes. “And if we’re talking about needy, couldn’t you take a second to pull off your boots and shirt? Or did you miss laundry day?”

I smirk as Rory rolls his eyes, but then he grins at me. “Angel needs extra attention tonight. Got all sorts of dirty thoughts bumping around in her head.”

Cam grunts and steps under the spray, his lips immediately covering mine. He swipes at my helpless moans with his tongue, licking his way around my mouth. But when he pulls back, there’s a serious glint in his eyes. “You tell us if you need more, sweetheart. It can get lonely, even in a pack.”

I bit my lip, wondering how much of my stress is leaking into my bonds. “You give me everything already, Cam. I’m just… on edge.”

Cam is still frowning down at me, but Rory nuzzles into my neck as he rocks into me. “Best thing to do when you find yourself looking down from a high place is to jump, babe. We’ll catch you.”

I sigh, not doubting it in the least. No one could ever say Rory isn’t one hundred percent committed, and probably also slightly nuts.

But it’s Cam who sits down on the wooden ledge against the wall and pats his thighs. “Here’s a good place, babe.” He looks over my shoulder at Rory. “Ready to give those quads a workout?”

Rory makes a low, growling sound, his cock throbbing inside me, and I peer down at Cam. His thick shaft is in his hand and pointed in my direction. “Want to try taking us both? We can just keep it to the tip if it’s too much.”

Too much? Neither of my guys is small, and Cam’s ‘tip’ is big enough to make me gasp on its own. But it’s exactly the kind of distraction I want, and I point my toes, rocking my hips back as I clutch at Rory. “Can you drop me in his lap? But don’t drop me, drop me. I want to feel him get all up in your business, too.”

Rory groans and spreads his feet. “Okay, but no knots. I’m not having your monster balloon squashing the life out of my cock.”

Cam just grunts, and taking me by the hips, steers me down to his lap. Rory has to bend a bit to make it work, but the first brush of Cam’s tip has him panting in my ear. But instead of pushing in, Cam’s fingers press at our seal. He explores for a bit, spreading my slick on his cock, before a finger slides in alongside Rory’s shaft. The pressure is a perfect pinch, Rory’s heart hammering under my ear as Cam gently pumps in and out. When a second finger slips in, Rory whines, but Cam runs a soothing hand over his hip. They share a messy kiss over my shoulder before Cam pulls out his fingers and rubs his hand over Rory’s balls. “Open her up for me, brother,” he says, and Rory tilts my hips, biting down on my neck.

I shiver as Cam inches in, just the tip as promised. Rory makes a gurgling sound, but he doesn’t hesitate to lower me over Cam’s shaft, circling my hips to get a better fit. The stretch is enough to make me mewl, white light flickering at the edges of my vision. It’s the furthest thing from comfortable, but that’s exactly what I want right now, and I can feel slick dripping around their cocks. God knows how when I’m stuffed so full, but it just feels that good.

Cam is gently thrusting his hips, his voice like wet gravel as he grinds another inch into me. “You might want out of your skin, Angel, but there’s no better place for us than inside you.”

I moan, my orgasm scraping up my spine. “I’m going to come. You need to fill me up fast.”

“Baby, we are gonna flood this pussy!” Rory hisses, groaning as Cam stuffs in another inch. “Ah, fuck! You’re a chubby asshole, brother! What have you been feeding this dick?”

“You can take it,” Cam snaps back, but I can feel Rory shaking and my pussy fluttering.

I shove myself down hard, forcing Cam into the hilt, then lean back to grab him around the neck. “Bite me, Alpha.”

It drags a surprised roar out of him, his cock exploding inside me as his teeth sink into my neck. It’s right over his mating mark, and Rory almost drops me in his lap as we both convulse. Pleasure explodes through me, all tangled up in our bonds, and I vaguely feel Rory slamming into me as he soars through his own release. But as soon as he’s finished, he lets me go and drops to the floor, cupping his throbbing knot. “You’re a bad man,” he says to Cam through sulky lashes as his dick keeps spurting on his abs. “You nearly broke it.”

I hug Cam, almost purring as he eases out of me and laps at the fresh bite mark. “At least he caught me,” I tell Rory with a grin.

Rory just lets the shower pound him into the tile until we’ve all caught our breath and then we pat each other down, Cam doing most of the work. He’s still running his fingers possessively over my throat when we head back out into the bedroom.

“You call that quiet?” Link scowls as he looks up from his laptop.

“Next time you should come in and stuff my mouth with something,” Rory sighs. “It was either shout my head off or let my dick explode.”

I giggle as Rory drops his towel and shows Link his mauled knot. To my surprise, he gives it an absent pat, and Cam smirks at their antics. They might all be alphas, but our pack isn’t really stuck on designations, and Rory is always finding ways to spread the love around. Lubricating the bonds as he likes to put it. Not that he probably expected it to spread that far when Cam joined us in the shower.

“You want a t-shirt, babe?” Cam asks, rooting through the top drawer, but I drop the towel and step up to the bed.

“Don’t need it,” I tell him, and three sets of eyes fix on me as I shake my shoulders back and let my wolf out. I know on a primal level it still surprises them that I can do this so effortlessly. If they were weaker alphas, they’d probably take offense at the fact I don’t need their command to set her free. But this is second nature to me now, as easy as slipping off the towel. And then my awareness changes too, easing into the background as my wolf takes center stage.

“Fuck, have you ever seen anything more beautiful?” Rory breathes, forgetting about his dick long enough to run his hand through my silver fur. My wolf rewards him with a lick across his wrist and a flick of her tail as she leaps up on the bed. I expect her to ignore Link, but she stops right in front of him, head held high as she stares at him. I can feel her interest, and something that feels a lot like possessiveness. They keep up their silent staring contest until Rory crawls up onto the bed and nudges Link’s shoulder. “Looks like she’s seen something she likes, too.”

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