Page 18 of Knotting Before Them

So I guessed I said that out loud.

“Or we can take turns,” Theo offered.

I gasped, lifting up onto my elbows and looking from one man to the other. “Take turns?”

Wylder chuckled, and from that moment on, I knew I was going to let them share me.

Shit, just the thought made me hot. My back arched like they were already at it, and Theo pressed his hand between my breasts to push me down. “Relax.”

I nodded dumbly, watching him closely, because I knew that at any minute, he was going to change his mind. There was no way in hell the hottest men on the planet wanted to take turns eating me out.

I probably hit my head somewhere and was hallucinating. Or maybe I was still sleeping in the B&B, dreaming of the perfect house, the perfect mountain, the perfect—

Theo’s hand closed over the band of my leggings and pushed them down. Before I had a chance to say a word, his mouth moved down with a lavish lick.

He was hot, and I wasn’t ready. I groaned, my legs trying to kick out in desperation as he did it again, groaning into my pussy like he was the one in pleasure.

“Theo…” I moaned as he licked me again, this time taking his time, savoring his meal.

“You taste so good.”

My leggings were still holding my ankles together, and I twisted and turned every time he sucked my clit. Finally, he ended the torture, throwing my pants somewhere in the corner. Quickly, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, ankles behind his head, gripping his hair with my hand, burying my nails into his scalp.

Theo groaned loudly into me, and Wylder laughed, “You’re going to kill him, sweetheart.”

We locked eyes, his on fire and full of lust as he watched his friend me eat out. The bulge in his pajama pants told me he liked what he saw, and my hips bucked in pleasure.

“Here,” Theo said.

He held my ass up, holding me to Wylder like I was fruit to be shared. Wylder stood up and came to us, kneeling between my legs and taking me off Theo’s hands.

I whimpered at the image. They really were going to share me. My head fell back when Wylder nibbled on my thigh.

“Wylder, please…” I cried out.

I quickly realized Wylder liked to play. He teased me mercilessly, letting me build up my orgasm, just to dial back and watch me struggle. When I couldn’t take anymore, he passed meoff to Theo. They played like that, never really letting me get off, keeping the game between them like I was just a toy.

“Please, please, please,” I pleaded with them.

I was soaking the couch, my hair down from my bun, my muscles groaning from the stimulation. They were trying to kill me, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

Theo was between my legs as I looked at Wylder, licking my lips. “Let me suck your cock.”

He hissed, but surprisingly, he shook his head.

“Let me suck your cock, Wylder.”

“No.” He shook his head.

Fuck. I couldn’t believe he was going to make me beg for his cock.

“Wylder, please. I need it.”

He groaned in despair, but he didn’t move in my direction.

“Keep her mouth occupied in a different way,” Theo barked as my pleading got to him as well.

Wylder shook his head, and I watched as he squeezed his cock over his clothes, like he was trying to get it under control, but I didn’t understand why.

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