Page 37 of Savage Trap

“And the butt stuff?”

I jerk at the gravel in his voice, which just pushes Cam in another inch. He must have reached some kind of barrier, because he slowly pulls back, making my entire body clench. “It’s weird. Like I need to push it out.” Cam is clearly waiting for more, so I circle my hips a little. It’s hard to think with Kelly stroking my nub, but I’m pretty sure it’s starting to feel less intense without Cam inside me. “It feels a little dry,” I hedge.

“We can fix that,” Kelly says, shuffling under me. “If you want me to.”

But it’s Cam who grits out, “Link, open her up for Sunshine.”

I freeze, waiting to see what that means, but then I feel Kelly’s silky hair trailing over my lower back. I jolt as cool fingers touch the welts on my ass, but I barely have time to work out they’re Link’s before he’s pulling my ass cheeks open. I squirm at the rush of cool air, then freeze as Kelly’s hot, wet tongue swipes across my hole.

“Oh my god.”

“Still too dry?” I’m pretty sure Cam is laughing at me, but I ignore the amount of slick trickling down my thighs and focus every atom on Kelly and his tongue.

It’s slippery and pointed, soft but firm, and it feels so damn good I can’t stop the moan that rips out of me. “Yes, Kelly! Oh, my god. Right there!”

My hands are now clinging to Link’s thigh, my knees digging between Cam’s legs as I strain up towards Kelly’s mouth. Someone else has taken over rubbing my clit and I rock over all three of them, completely lost to the sensations swarming my body.

I didn’t think I had an exhibitionist kink, but knowing they’re all staring at me while Link holds me open and Kelly licks and sucks me, makes my head spin. “Oh, god. That’s so good. I want more.”

I’m vaguely aware of someone groaning – other than me - but Kelly is now pushing a finger in next to his tongue. That full feeling hits me and I thrash my head, my orgasm roaring towards me.

“Fuck, you’d take our dicks so well, baby girl,” Cam growls, and I realize it’s his fingers rubbing my pussy walls. “But right now, you need to come all over my hand. Come for us, sweetheart.”

I’m in no state to disobey, and I orgasm harder than I think I ever have, my bones melting in waves of pleasure as Kelly gently laps at my ass.

And then Cam is pulling me up into his arms, careful to cup my aching cheeks. But he seems almost ravenous as he licks his way into my mouth, Kelly tugging on my hair while he runs his tongue over my mating bites. When Cam comes up for air, I stare at Link through hooded eyes, his hands now clenched on his lap. He looks like he’s just waiting to bolt from the room. “No kisses, Link?” I ask quietly.

I don’t expect an answer, but to my surprise, he responds. “I don’t want our first kiss to be part of your punishment.” He looks up at Arben, a cold light in his eyes. “But you know that, right?”

Does he mean this is his punishment? Taking his laptop off him for an hour would hurt a lot more, but I’m stuck on the fact he knows we’ve never kissed. I mean, we’ve been in puppy piles before – everything from sleepy to scorching hot sessions – but I’ve always been careful to keep our touching to a minimum. I know why he’s there – for Kelly – and given our history, it’s just been easier to ignore whatever feelings I have for him.

Maybe it’s the post-orgasm bliss, but for once, I don’t want to turn away from him. So I screw up my courage and reach out to touch his frowning lips. “It doesn’t have to be. If you want to kiss me, kiss me.”

Link

I’m off the couch and bolting for the door before Arben can jerk me back by the scruff. I don’t miss Elvana’s small cry of surprise at my abrupt exit, but I have to get away, and I know our sadistic guardian won’t let me if he has any say in it. But I only make it as far as the kitchen before I stop abruptly and stare down at my hands.

Fuck. They’re covered in the syrupy scent of her perfume. Feeling like a fool, I lift my fingers to my nose and sniff. The combination of slick and cum makes my eyes roll back in my head. Fuck Cam, too, for making me touch her. Bad enough she used my lap for a pillow while my brothers worked her over. Now everything I touch is going to get soaked in her perfume, because there’s no way I’m washing it off.

My keyboard already smells like her. Cam even commented on it the other day, the asshole, telling me it’s even sweeter at the source. As if I don’t fucking know. Every time we end up in bed together, I’m half out of my head at the way her scent calls to me. I don’t know if it’s her, or the pack bonds messing with me, but she’s like an oasis in the desert surrounded by a twenty-foot fucking fence.

I scrub my hands over my face before I realize what I’m doing, and as soon as her scent hits my nose, I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood. Not to mention the way my cock throbs in my pants, my wolf all but throwing himself against the cage of my skin.

Because his need for Elvana is becoming a fucking menace. I can rationalize all the reasons she’s keeping her distance, but he doesn’t get it. He can feel her beast through the bonds, and he doesn’t understand why he’s the only one on the outside looking in.

Because I screwed her so bad, she doesn’t trust me to do my job, let alone share an unbreakable mating bond.

“Link?” I freeze, my spine vibrating with tension as she pads into the room behind me. She doesn’t touch me, but she circles around until she can see my face. She’s pulled her dress back up, but her hair is a silver riot and her eyes are still hazy with sex.

I heard her scrubbing her hands in the bathroom earlier, but there’s still spots of blood on her arms and scratches on her legs. She looks like she took on a dungeon of alpha cunts, then came home and had a victory orgasm. And it takes everything in me not to react, because she’s like a GPT-5 tech chatbot went and mated with a DALL-E 2 image generator and spat out my AI dream girl. Which makes me a fucking geek with a hard-on for someone who barely knows I exist.

She gives me a bewildered look and sets her feet, like she’s bracing herself. And while everything in me screams to walk my ass out the door, I throw my arms around her and squeeze until it hurts. “Fuck me, Angel. Don’t ever do that again.”

“What the hell?” It’s a squeak, like she’s afraid I’m going to break her ribs, but then she gives me an awkward pat on my back. “It’s okay, Link…”

“No it’s fucking not!” I snarl the words, but I’m still trying to burrow my face in her hair. Forcing myself to take a step back almost kills me. “What the fuck were you thinking, Elvi?”

She blows out a breath and grimaces, probably from her dress catching on her red-hot ass cheeks. Or maybe it’s just the migraine I’m giving her. She doesn’t wear her glasses very often any more, which means I get the full force of her tiger eyes as she peers up at me. “Are you just ticked off because we screwed up the logistics? Or is it something I did personally?”

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