Page 67 of In Prey We Trust

I laugh softly as our girl grins and nods, allowing him to climb over her until he’s between her thighs. A soft noise escapes when he buries his face in her heat and I scoot up on the bed to line up with her mouth. “Are you okay with this?”

“Get over here,” she growls softly, her hands wrapping around my hips to tug me close. My body shudders as she rubs her nose along my leg, making little breathy sounds as Fitz devours her. When she gets to my shaft, her tongue runs from my balls up the bottom to the tip. She toys with balls on my piercing, flicking her tongue over all four before taking the head into her mouth.

My balls tighten, and I have to consciously struggle not to rush her. She’s suckling gently when Fitz does something that makes her moan and jerk, swallowing me down faster than I expected. The vibration makes me sink my hands in her hair, holding on tight as she adjusts. Her body is shivering now, so I thrust faster as the orgasm takes her under. When it fades, I look down at her, then at Fitz. He’s giving me a fangy grin and I know what he’s going to do.

While my angel continues to torture me with her mouth, he leaps off the bed and heads for the chest of toys we bought at the store. He comes back with a bottle of lube, squirting it in his hands as he prowls over her. I see her eyes widen, so I run my hand over her hair soothingly. Fitz won’t hurt her and I know he’s been subtly working her up to this before today. The delicate way he handled courting her and teaching her all the things she didn’t know tells me he wouldn’t spring a new thing on her tonight.

I know exactly when his fingers slip inside of her to stretch her ass, because my cock pops out of her mouth as her head falls back. She reaches up to stroke me firmly while she writhes against his hand, making deep guttural sounds that draw pre cum out of my tip. Her tomb rubs it in and I hear her curse—that’s another finger. “Fitzy, make sure she’s ready.”

“Oh, mon amour, I will,” he rumbles back. “I want us to fill her so full she sees stars.”

Son of a fucking bitch. I love when he’s being filthy.

“Do you want that, Angel? Would you like Fitz to bury his dick in your ass while I ram into your pussy? Are you ready to take us both?”

“Hell yeah, I do,” she mutters, then looks up at me with a crooked grin. “I don’t know if I’m ready, but I trust both of you to help me get there.”

That makes Fitz growl again, and she squeaks when he works another finger in. I know his cock is like iron because we’ve dreamed about this since we met her, but it’s so much better live. Dolly is gripping my shaft like she’s trying to wring the cum out of me before it’s time and her breasts are bouncing as she rides my love’s hand. The scent of blood from the match covers her, pairing with her honeysuckle and Fitz’s musk in a way that makes my inner muse spiral out of control.

“You’re a vision,” I murmur as I look down at her. “We’re going to make you feel so good, love.”

Her hips buck and she pants as she lifts her head to glare at Fitz. “Enough playing. I need one of you inside me now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Fitz says as he pulls his fingers free and salutes with the other hand. He grabs the lube and lathers his dick up with a shudder of pleasure. “Chessie, lie down so she can climb up on your dick and ride you. I want to see it.”

My lips curve as I do as he instructs, watching both his hand stroke his erection and our girl roll over onto me with lithe grace. She pushes up on her hands, looking down at me with blown pupils and a hungry expression. “Ride me, angel, then Fitz is going to fuck your ass.”

Levering up, she catches my gaze, then sinks down onto my cock with a rumble of pleasure. Her wet heat squeezes me and I have to grit my teeth. This is about sharing her, and I have to make sure she comes again before Fitz will give me permission. I rock into her as she moves, loving the feel of her gripping me and making soft moans. When Fitz gets behind her, his eyes lock on mine and I can tell he’s having trouble holding back. The second his head breaches the tight hole, she throws her head back, and a strangled sound escapes her lips.

“Do it, Fitzy. Just do it,” she says in a dark voice and, to my surprise, he complies. His cock buries in her roughly, bumping along with mine, with only a thin layer of tissue between us. Dolly’s fingers dig into my sides as she adjusts to being split, but it’s not long before she rocks on me again.

“That’s our girl,” Fitz says, as he wraps one hand around her hip and another around her throat.

My eyes widen as I watch him put a little pressure there, knowing she’s a child of violence and fuck knows what her father or mother did to her. But my angel moans and leans into his grip, arching and swirling her hips that grinds her clit on my pelvis. My shock fades when she whispers, “Harder, Fitzy. I can take it. Fuck me—both of you.”

Golden eyes meet amber over her shoulder and the primal in the room notches up. My cheetah loves that demand and I can feel Fitz’s tiger. His fangs are out as he slams into her in opposite thrusts from mine and I know he’s going to leave marks in the places he’s holding onto her. I reach up to tweak her nipple, tugging and twisting as her moans turn to shrieks.

Delores Drew belongs to us and she’s completely at our mercy—willingly. It’s so fucking hot I can’t stand it.

“Make her come,” Fitz orders as he pants. The tiger is rippling over his skin now and our bunny’s claws are digging into me.

We’re all right on the edge of something enormous, but I know we can’t do it yet. Instead, I let go of one breast and slip my hand to her clit, rubbing until she begins to shake and shout with pleasure. Wetness floods my dick as she gets closer and when I sense she’s on the edge, I pinch and she screams loud enough to rattle windows.

As soon as her walls wave around me, I know I’m going to lose it, so I look at Fitz pleadingly and he nods. My fangs lower and I move from her chest to her wrist, bringing it to my lips. Teeth digging enough to make my animal happy but not break skin. I bite when the climax slams into me like a fucking brick wall. Wild roars fill the room and I watch Fitz with cat eyes as he, too, clamps down on a shoulder. We all hold on desperately until the waves of orgasm finally fade, but I don’t stop toying with her bud.

“Chessie, I can’t,” she whines as I flick my thumb over her fast and hard.

Fitz is hoarse when he gives her ass a slap and snarls, “One more, Baby Girl. You can give us one more.”

His cock slides out of her, but mine stirs, so I move and suddenly she’s quivering again. By the time it’s over, Dolly is slumped on my chest like a rag doll and my lover is returning from her bathroom with two warm cloths. He lifts her off me, despite her protest, and settles us side by side.

“Now, my loves, we clean you up and get us tucked in. Tomorrow will be a calm day, as you’ll be sore.”

His hands drift over both of us gently and though I don’t want to, I feel my eyes flutter and sleep takes me before he’s even finished.

Scars to Your Beautiful

Delores

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