Page 19 of Knotting Before Them

I wanted him out of control. I wanted them right there with me.

Wylder kissed me before I could ask why they were holding off. His lips were soft, his tongue hungry, and his palm covered my breasts as he worked my nipple through my shirt so slowly, like his goal was to end me.

Theo’s tongue was hot and unforgiving, his hunger for me unmatched. I moaned into Wylder’s mouth as his hand found itself under my shirt, his warm palm teasing me more and more.

Theo, Wylder, they were too much. Theo’s tongue worked quickly, little licks in just the right place, building me up as Wylder flicked my nipple and kissed me silly.

“Oh, damn, right there,” I groaned and soon, my orgasm flew over me in one powerful wave. I felt it everywhere, down my curling toes to my arching back.

Wylder kissed me slowly as I rode out my climax, Theo kissing the inside of my leg.

My hips bucked, looking for yet more friction, and Theo smiled, holding me to the couch.

“We can go all night, don’t worry.”

I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t sure ifIcould go all night, but I knew this was perfect. It was like the missing piece had just fallen into place.

I sat up, took my t-shirt off, and jumped into Theo’s lap before he could say anything. I caught him by surprise with a kiss as I reached for Wylder, who quickly sat down behind me, his warm chest to my back.

I turned my head and kissed him too as I felt Theo taking my nipple into his mouth.

Too much, too perfect.

When Theo kissed me again, Wylder took my nipple between his fingers as they shared me, promising that we were made for this. Theo held my breast to Wylder’s mouth and bit my earlobe slowly as he watched. I used Theo’s leg for friction, riding it slowly, leaving wet patches on his jeans.

“I’m going to come again…” I cried out.

“Come for me one more time,” Wylder whispered in my ear. “Soak his leg, sweetheart. Use him for your pleasure. Show me how you do it. I want to watch.”

I whimpered at the impossible request, and in a second, I was coming again.

I felt feverish, unhinged. I’d barely finished riding out an orgasm, and I wanted another. My nipples felt sensitive, and my clit ached.

“I—I…” I couldn’t put my needs into words. I just needed more.

“Here, Jules. Stop for a second.” Theo slowed me down, brushing the hair off my face before taking my temperature.

I was burning up from my orgasm. Was that even possible? I felt sick and healthy at the same time, all feelings clashing at once.

“She’s starting her heat,” Theo said, looking at Wylder and not me.

His words meant nothing to me, so I reached for him and bit his earlobe, moaning for him to fuck me.

I’d never done that before, never felt such raw need.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

I needed them inside me now.

“Go down on her again,” Wylder ordered. “I’ll call Noah.”

I didn’t care to ask why Noah needed to be called. He hated me. I bet he wouldn’t like to know his friends were taking turns pleasuring me.

“Eating her out won’t be enough,” Theo argued.

I moved his head so he looked at me. “I can sit on your face. Can I sit on your face?”

“Shit,” Theo cursed, already nodding, bringing me over to him. He let me go when he was lying on his back, and I scooted over his chest until my pussy was hovering over his mouth.

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