Page 37 of Dawn of the Pack

With shaking legs, I turn slightly, positioning myself in front of him, and Landon in front of me. I grip his hand, flipping it palm side up, and slide it down to the gap between my thighs, then leave him to figure out the rest. Refocusing my attention on Landon, I bend forward.

Jared doesn’t immediately take the bait. His hands smooth over my curves, squeezing and massaging my body before finally slipping under and caressing the spot in desperate need of his attention. My legs spread to give him better access, satisfied moans pouring from my throat.

My attention now fully returned to Landon, I suck him back into my mouth with an audible sound that makes him hiss in pleasure. Losing his restraint, Landon gathers my hair in one hand and uses the other to press lightly at the back of my head, his hips lifting every time I slide my mouth down the length of him.

“God… damn… Lily I want-” He tries, but can’t seem to form a coherent thought.

It’s so close now, this new height of release I’ve been seeking. I add a hand to my efforts on Landon and buck my hips backward, hoping Jared takes the hint.

His movement changes from gentle exploration to firm strokes, two fingers sliding deeply into me. His hand pumps a few times before sliding out and dragging the wetness from between my legs up the channel between my cheeks. The unfamiliar but delicious sensation forces a moan from my throat that vibrates over Landon’s shaft, and he gasps while I freeze, my muscles clenching with anticipation. Jared grips the full cheek of my ass while his other thumb continues to tease at my backside, pressing gently at the entrance and circling with the slippery coating I made. A deep growl rumbles in his throat, and I resume my ministrations to Landon, sucking and squeezing.

Abruptly, Jared’s hand returns to the heat between my legs, this time dragging his palm across me before disappearing completely.

“Fuck, gorgeous, are you ready?” Jared’s voice sounds almost as desperate as I feel.

The frustration peaks, and I slip Landon from my lips and continue stroking him. I answer my other mate with a snarl. “Yes, I’m fucking ready, Jared. How many times do I have to ask?”

Before I even finish getting the words out, Jared finally lines himself up and pushes into me.

We groan in unison, my entire body clenching, which causes Landon to jerk from the unexpected pressure. This position is altogether new and takes me a moment to adapt.

I rock my hips back and pull Landon back into my mouth. Jared moves inside me with slow, measured strokes.

The pair of them, both hot and firm and inside me, together, are hitting that infuriating need. Jared’s hands grip my hips from the sides, squeezing almost painfully hard and spreading my cheeks. His abdomen hits the spot he was so recently teasing with each stroke and I discover a desire I didn’t know I had.

I slide my lips from Landon again. “Jared, I want you to touch me like you were doing a minute ago, just… more.”

For some reason, I find it incredibly difficult to verbalize what I’m asking.

Fortunately, he understands. Slipping himself free of me, he collects more of my wetness on his fingers, then resumes his strokes. When I feel his slippery fingers teasing my other entrance again, I almost cry out with the intensity of the pleasure. I renew my efforts on Landon, and Jared continues moving inside me while drawing tight, teasing circles with that slippery finger. It disappears and a wet sound reaches my ears, but I don’t have time to contemplate it because his finger is back, even wetter, and now it’s moving faster and pressing at my entrance.

It’s a completely different pleasure, and it builds its own coil, quickly tightening and growing, increasing my need for release until my body is bucking and twitching with desperation.

My thighs shake, my entire body quivering as it reacts to so much stimuli. Jared’s body slaps into mine at a quickening pace. My strokes on Landon increase, but I’m so focused on what’s happening behind me he’s not reaching the same depth in my mouth. Jared’s slippery finger continues twirling just around my entrance, and my body pulses and shivers as I chase the pinnacle of release. The sensations grow until I’m abruptly spiraling over the edge, pleasure hitting me like a tsunami with wave after wave of earth-shattering starlight.

My body clenches rhythmically around Jared, sending him to meet me among the stars with a groaned curse on his lips. Gently, his hands disengage from my body and he kisses my shoulder, panting, his exhausted body draping over me.

I plummet back to earth, reveling in the intimacy with Jared but still eager to share with my other fated mate. Jared settles onto the floor, still panting. I release my grip on Landon and glance up at him, only to find he’s gazing at me with pure adoration, not a hint of jealousy to be had. His hand reaches for his erection, probably to finish himself off.

Clearly he doesn’t realize I’m not finished, either.

I lick my lips and smile up at him. “Nuh-uh, that’s mine. I’m not done with you yet.”

His eyes drink me in like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. The tension in my belly quickly coils again, anticipating the feeling of my third mate nestled deep inside me. I rise on shaky legs as I climb onto the couch and straddle his thighs. Landon’s hands immediately claim my hips, long fingers gripping tightly to my tingling flesh. Gradually, holding his eyes with mine, I sink down on him. I’m so slick and ready, I take him to the hilt in one fluid motion. His head tilts back and eyes close, a deep guttural groan escaping from the back of his throat.

I move slowly at first, exploring the way this new position feels and how it hits. After a moment, Landon adapts to the sensation and his hips begin to move in tandem with mine. Hungry lips cover my breast, teeth scraping over my sensitive nipple and pushing me closer to climax again.

Soon our motions are rapid and aggressive, my body bouncing on his lap as his hips thrust, hands slamming me back down on his length. He’s long since abandoned my breast, an expression of fierce concentration taking over his handsome face. I spare a thought to note that of the three, I never imagined that Landon would be the aggressive one in bed.

His eyes never leave my face, watching me beneath thick lashes as we both race toward completion.

Jared, apparently recovered, returns a hot, slick finger to my back entrance and I freeze, drawing in a sharp gasp. His other hand grips one of my breasts, pinching the nipple as I arch back against him. Landon’s thrusts slow and deepen, lifting me with his hips and hands then slamming me back down on him. The sharp wet smack of the tiny nub at the apex of my thighs against his belly sends pleasurable sensations coursing through my body.

Jared’s teeth drag along the curve of my neck, both his hands busy.

Instinct takes over, and Landon and I find our rhythm again, moving faster as one. Sweat pours from my body, sticking my hair to my neck and trickling between my breasts. The speed and friction work, building the tension once again, and his lips find their way to my collarbone, one hand claiming my bare breast.

The collection of sensations continues to build, tightening the coils that spring me toward release. My entire body quivers and when I think I can’t hold myself up any longer, pure molten pleasure has me shouting my release. The guys continue the movements that sent me over the edge, wringing every last drop of ecstasy from my body. I feel the hot pulse of Landon’s completion as he shivers and jerks beneath me.

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