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Cassie gasps loudly, and I grab her neck, shoving my tongue down her throat. She clenches so tightly around me, her slick pouring over my cock.

I grab her waist and flip her over, still remaining inside of her. I shove her head into the pillow, muffling her screams as I take her even deeper.

“Fuck, baby. You take me so good.” I mutter, rubbing my hands over her soft cheeks.

I spread her cheeks apart, rubbing my thumb against the rim of her ass. Her body tenses up.

“Soon,” I chuckle deeply.

I fuck her harder, her sweet pheromones weakening my senses and when I feel my orgasm creeping in, I don’t hold it back.

With my hand fisted in her hair, my body explodes with pleasure. My groans are guttural and deafening as my balls draw up so tightly, and I knot her, pushing in all the way on my last thrust.

Cassie bites down hard on my shoulder in response, her teeth just breaking my skin. We both are shaking from pleasure as she takes my knot, squeezing down on me like she will never let go.

I breathe harshly, and I let the intense feelings wash over me, drowning me in ecstasy because I know that there will be more tonight. This is nowhere near over.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cassie

It feels as if I’m living another woman’s life. A life I’ve always wanted to live. I feel alive, for the first time ever.

Never in my life have I thought I’d find myself in this position, sprawled over the bed, barely able to catch my breath after being knotted by Jeremiah.

My body tingles as my gaze falls on Ares.I want him.God, I shouldn’t love every single second of this, but I can’t help it. Everything is perfect… The three men… The heady swirl of pheromones… The soft bedding… They soothe my need to nest.

Even when I know I should feel shame, I can’t seem to find it.

Maybe it’s because the love and trust I feel for three of them has me wrapped up in a blanket of security and comfort so I’m free to truly express myself—as are they.

This is the life I always wanted with them, where we feel comfortable sharing every side of ourselves with each other—every flaw, every desire, every vulnerability.

Ares grabs my throat, choking me, and he kisses me, awakening my soul with a single brush of his lips, bringing out the submissive animal within me. He kisses me with nothing but mindless fire and passion.

He groans loudly, making his way down my body and placing a short kiss on my cunt, but it’s enough to make my legs buckle.

Without thought, without anything but blind need, I push Ares’s head farther down, past my navel, my fingers fisting in his hair when he presses his mouth and nose against my heat.

He inhales and his ensuing groan thrums inside my very bones.

He wraps his hands around my legs and pulls me down. And then he goes back up, one arm sliding underneath my hips to lift me to his mouth, the other positioned so he can easily stroke my belly.

A kiss on my mound, a kiss to each inner thigh, and then his mouth isthere,there, and my hips jerk involuntarily at the sensation.

It is too much.

Too much, even though he’d just started. It is amazing what a silky wet mouth can do to silky wet flesh. How the gentle nip of teeth feels on my clit, the sucking of lips, and having my hole circled and then fucked with a strong tongue. It’s all amazing.

“You taste so good,” Ares growls from between my legs. “You going to come for me now? Going to make me taste you as you do it?”

I nod even though he can’t see me, nod against the pillow, writhing and panting, holding his head in place while I rub against him.

I fuck his mouth and face, taking my pleasure with each grind of my clit, with each masterful stroke of his tongue. And my body builds and builds and builds its pleasure from that, like acastle of tightly strung tension, each block taking me higher and higher, each buck of my hips and fluttering suck of his mouth sending me soaring.

I raise my head, looking down my bared breasts and stomach, to my hips, which are still lifted to his mouth. He looks beautiful. The light from the window shows his eyelashes dark on his cheeks, the sensual curve of his muscular shoulders and arms, the slight curl of his thick hair.

And—oh—his hips moving against the mattress as he eats me, as he mindlessly fucks the bed with his face in my pussy, so needy, so desperate for contact and friction.

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