Page 72 of Bonding the Band

“I think I need a better taste,” Phin muttered against my lips.

“You’re getting a pretty good one right now.”

He cocked an eyebrow and smirked at me. “That’s not what I mean, sweets.” He leaned down to kiss the spot under my ear that made me squirm, nipping the lobe and whispering roughly. “I’m talking about that sweet slick I can smell dripping from your pussy.”

My brain short-circuited as I gaped at him. He turned that easy smile on me again, his eyes glittering with lust. It was one thing to let him kiss me in front of his pack member, but was I going to let him dothat?

Who was I kidding? Of course I was.

“What do you say?” Phin kissed my neck again when I took too long to answer. “Can I have a taste?”

My eyes met Beckett’s. He was watching us hungrily, and my core clenched, goose bumps rising on my skin at the heat in his honey-brown eyes.

Did I want this?

Hell fucking yes, I did.

“Please!” The word came out strangled with need, but it got the point across.

Phin pulled back, beaming at me as he helped me to my feet so he could tug down my sleep shorts and panties before lifting me onto the counter again. As my folds were exposed to the cool air, my perfume exploded around us. Beckett moved closer, and while not close enough to touch, I could clearly see the way his nostrils flared.

“She smells delicious,” Phin crooned as he sank to his knees. Every nerve ending in my body was on edge, and I was goingto explode if he didn’t do something soon. Even though he only made me wait a moment, it felt like a moment too long.

Thankfully, before I could cry out and plead with him, he dove in and ate me out like a man starved.

And holy fuck, could that maneat.

My hand clenched in his hair as he methodically lapped at my folds. He had only just started, but already my legs were trembling. Looking around the room desperately, my eyes landed once again on Beckett, who was watching us with rapt attention, the front of his sweatpants tenting.

I wanted to taste him.

All in good time.

“How does she taste?” Beckett asked.

“Fucking perfect,” Phin muttered from between my legs, nipping the inside of my thigh. “Sweet and floral. I think I’ve found my new favorite snack!”

I threw my head back with a desperate moan as he sucked on my clit with enough force to send sparks running through my limbs. “Phin…fuck.”

“How does he feel, darling?” Beckett was closer this time, his proximity sending a shiver through me. I turned toward him with a plaintive whine, and he finally stepped close enough for me to reach out and touch. I grabbed the front of his shirt and roughly pulled him in. His hands caught the counter so he didn’t trip over Phin, and then his mouth was on mine in a demanding kiss.

Normally, I would have been more self-conscious, concerned he would reject me, but in that moment, with Phin’s tongue doing magical things to me, all I wanted wasmore.

Only, I wasn’t in control for long after instigating the kiss. Beckett easily took over, his hand tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me firmly in place while his tongue ravaged my mouth.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, his grip on my neck never wavering.

“You,” I answered simply. “Bothof you.”

Beckett’s eyebrows rose as a smile spread across his face while Phin continued to wind my body closer and closer to release. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my focus slipping. My core clenched as Phin slid two fingers in, finding my G-spot and rubbing hard.

I came impossibly hard, clutching on to Beckett while my vision blurred and I shouted in release.

“Good girl,” Beckett cooed as I came down.

I was already overly sensitive; I couldn’t deal with praise on top of that.

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