Page 38 of Out of My Flocking Mind

“You said you were ready for this,” Kelvin said, pulling away from my throat for a moment.

“I’ve never actually felt this from someone,” Harrison snapped, his warm breath sliding along my bare chest. It made me arch my back, begging him with that action to put those lips to good use. “I can feel the desire from you both. I can’t normally feel her emotions, but I can right now. It’s…overwhelming.”

“Well, I warned you,” Kelvin said, groaning when I tried to shift back, rubbing his hard cock trapped between us. “Now, you said you would do what needed to be done. I suggest you get to it. If any girl would make you pay for not living up to expectations, Grey would.”

Kelvin’s words should have embarrassed me. Fuck, I should have wanted to haul off and hit him for saying such things. Instead, however, I nodded, as though he needed someone to agree with him. It was obvious I was this far gone, the way his bite had stolen all my senses and enslaved me to the same lust he had.

And later, I could get mad about it. Later, I could hate him and myself for this moment, for letting him get this far, for allowing him to see me this way. For now? For now, I only knew I needed more of this.

Harrison lifted his head, his eyes hard and ravenous. In that look, I knew he wouldn’t reject me. It wasn’t possible, not when he wanted this as badly as I did.

The fact that this was a bad idea didn’t matter to me either. Harrison and I were…well, we were something. Not romantic, that was for sure, but I’d be a liar if I said it was entirely platonic.

He reached down and slipped his long, agile fingers into the waist of my shorts, tugging them down my legs with no finesse. He didn’t strip me slowly, carefully, teasingly. Instead, he rushed, like he needed to see me without a stitch of clothing as fast as possible. Once bare, I let my knees fall open, not giving a fuck about embarrassment or how I looked. A cunt was a cunt, and I’d bet mine wasn’t the first or last he’d ever seen. Really, so long as he touched me, he could look at whatever the fuck he wanted.

Harrison ran the flats of his large palms up my inner thighs, the touch forcing my legs wider. He brushed his thumbs up my slit when he reached the juncture of my legs, the touch not nearly enough for me.

“I swear, if you keep teasing me, I’ll kill you.” I barely recognized the darkness in my own voice, each word dripping with desperate need.

“Easy, Grey,” Kelvin whispered into my ear before dragging the flat of his tongue along the side of my throat, the action causing that desire inside me to grow yet again. “You’ll get what you want if you just be a good girl.”

Good girl? I laughed at the words, at the stupidity of them. I was never a good girl, had no desire to be one, either.

It also seemed to wake my crow from its slumber, rousing it.

Before I knew what I’d done, before I could think about it or consider, I moved forward. Kelvin’s hands slipped free of my arms—probably due to a mix of surprise and my crow’s ability to keep me from being trapped. I shoved Harrison backward, crawling on top of him, feeling like a beast pushed too far.

I wasn’t prey, even if it felt like that sometimes. I yanked at Harrison’s pants, getting them down just enough to free his hard cock, then wrapped my hand around it. It was solid and thick and just as pale as the rest of his skin. The head was wet with pre-cum, and he twitched against my palm as I stroked him just because I couldn’t not do it.

However, that wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what I really wanted. I rose, angling his cock so the thick head nestled against my drenched pussy, then lowered myself. He spread me, the burn enough to make me hiss in response even if it didn’t stop or slow me at all. Instead, I took that burn, let it add to the fire that roared inside me, shivering until my body met his and not an inch of him remained outside of me.

I set my hands flat on his stomach, his muscles shifting beneath his skin under my touch.

Kelvin ran his hand up my spine, the action making my back arch. “That’s good, sweet,” he said. “You aren’t the passive type, the sort to wait until you’re given what you want. So go on, take him, fuck him exactly the way you need right now.”

His words broke any leash I had on my actions, like the permission I’d really wanted, someone telling me it was okay to be selfish, to take, to own. So I rose until Harrison’s cock was barely inside me before coming down again, riding Harrison hard, the action rough and fast but exactly what I needed. My fingers curled against Harrison’s stomach, my nails biting into him, but if he cared, he said nothing.

A glance at his face showed his gaze locked on me, his focus absolute. I was pretty sure there could have been a fire roaring around us and he would have taken no notice. It could have burned us all to a crisp before any of us gave a fuck about it.

And burning was exactly how I felt, consumed entirely by the sensation of Harrison’s hard cock filling me, the power as I rode him, the touch of Kelvin’s hands on my back and the searing need from his venom inside me. It all melted together until it was bigger and stronger and more overwhelming than anything else.

Kelvin slid his hand from my back, around my ribcage, to cup my breast. “I told myself I wouldn’t touch you like this, but how can I resist? I won’t fuck you, not until you tell me you want me to when you’re in your right mind, but this much?” He dragged his fingers along the curve of my breast, circling closer and closer to the pebbled tip like the worst sort of tease. “This much I think we can allow, don’t you?”

The word no danced on my tongue, but instead, I nodded. It seemed, like often, my body and my brain were not anywhere on the same page.

Fuck, I doubted they read the same book.

And during it all, I didn’t stop riding Harrison. I didn’t slow, couldn’t, not when the sensation of him filling me was so fucking perfect. Harrison reached up, grasping my thighs, then lifted his hips just as I lowered myself. It made him slam into me harder, and it didn’t stop at just the one time. Harrison didn’t look that strong, especially because I knew that, as a Mind, he wasn’t physically much stronger than a human, but he proved he wasn’t weak right then. He fucked me hard and fast, taking over so I leaned backward, falling against Kelvin’s broad chest.

It should have been painful, even, so rough that I’d have slapped a man for even thinking about it. Instead, all I could do was accept the treatment, basking in the pleasure that bordered on pain, the wonderfully freeing feeling.

Kelvin slipped his hand down my front, over my stomach, to my cunt. He ran his fingers along my pussy, where Harrison’s cock was buried. “I would ask if it feels good when he fucks you, but I don’t need to ask, do I? I can tell from the sounds you’re making, from just how wet you are. I remember how your cunt feels, how tight you squeeze down. Your pussy is heaven, Grey. Do you have any idea how much control it takes not to push you forward and push in beside him? Could you take that, sweet? Could your pretty little pussy handle that?” He ground his palm against my clit as he teased my cunt, pressing in at the edges, as if threatening to force his fingers inside along with Harrison’s cock.

And somehow, Kelvin’s words made me want that. I wanted to be used, to think of nothing, to be nothing but passion and feeling and this. It was like he weaved a spell with his words, his promises, and I wanted so badly to never stop this.

So I nodded, reached behind me, looping my arms behind Kelvin’s neck to hold him tight.

He took his other hand, the one torturing my cunt, and moved it behind me. He traced my spine, following the curve of my lower back, then ran along my ass. “If that’s too much, how about here? Do you think you would let me slide myself into you here? To claim something on you I doubt you’ve ever allowed another?” He swiped wetness up from my cunt before pressing his finger against my ass, not pushing enough to enter but enough to tease me.

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