Page 67 of Wild Card

“Just really hot sex,” he murmurs, leaning up to kiss me. It’s a solid distraction as his hands lift me higher on his length. He raises a few fingers, and it feels like he waves to Rush to tell him to get on with it. He nips at my lips and says, “Totally worth a few battle wounds.”

My cheeks heat, but I can’t focus on that for long when I feel Rush dip two fingers inside me again. He crooks them like he’s scooping out my slick.

It’s actually a combination of all three of our cum, and that makes my instincts insanely giddy.

Thorne works a hand between us to tease my clit as Rush pulls his fingers free.

I’m so lost to the kiss with Thorne that I barely feel Rush’s crown against my already full opening.

He barely thrusts.

I wail into Thorne’s mouth.

Thorne pinches my clit and moves to teasing it just how I like. My body overloads with euphoria that doesn’t end.

I can hear Rush asking if I’m okay as I collapse onto Thorne’s chest, but outside of nodding, I’m too spent to do or say anything. Eventually, Rush starts to move, and the pleasure increases with each shallow thrust until I clench my hands closed to ensure I don’t claw at Thorne.

My eyes are open, and still, everything is hazy and muted. Their scents wrap around me in a blanket of pheromones that makes my entire body tingle.

“Bite, please,” I sob, realizing how hoarse my throat feels.

It’s intense.

I should probably hydrate after this.

“Are you sure?” Thorne asks. “We’ve denied you for more than an hour now, but that’s about the extent of my restraint.”

I toss my wrist up to his mouth, but Thorne lowers it to the mattress.

“I’m not sure this is even real.” Rush grunts as his grip on my hip grows punishing. “Not that I’m complaining. This is the best fucking dream I’ve ever had. You’re a fucking dream. My goddamn dream girl…”

“Okay. He’s clearly done for.” Thorne laughs. “If you want my bite, give me your lower lip.”

Rush licks over my shoulder, growling, “I’m not picky. This would work for me.”

Thorne stretches up, and even though it feels practically impossible to move, I push myself up enough to shove my mouth to his.

Thorne loves to use my hair to guide me places. I’m unsurprised when he wraps his hand at the base of my skull, like he’s afraid I’ll escape if he doesn’t hold me in place. He leads the kiss, and it goes on for so long that I forget he’s supposed to be biting me.

An orgasm like I’ve never experienced shocks through my system.

My core clamps down on both their cocks, and a half second later, Thorne bites into my lower lip. His pleasure slams into the bond, mingling with mine. The explosion of sensations takes my breath away, and I lose all situational awareness as they both flood me with their cum.

My last scraps of intelligent thought are wanting to demand Rush bite me, but the fog swallows me whole.

I blink awake, smiling at Bear as his handsome face takes up my entire view. He brings a huge hand to my cheek, tenderly brushing the hair away from my eyes.

I snuggle into his touch while he brings a finger to his lips to indicate I should stay quiet. It makes me realize Thorne and Rush were with me when I got lost to the fog. A weight leans on my middle, and I glance over my shoulder to find Rush wrapped around my back.

Bear slides an arm under my side, and I sit up, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifts me, and Rush’s soft cock falls from my core.

I swallow and try to decide if I need to explain the wave of heat thing, but Bear shakes his head as his hand snakes under my butt.

He carries me to the bottom of the nest and turns to the side, nodding to Rush and Thorne.

They’re both knocked out cold.

Thorne has an arm thrown over his eyes, and I get a little thrill when I spot that sexy tattoo of my name right above his cock.

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