Page 198 of Blue Moon Mistress

As I undo Joshua’s belt—he and Thomas have already lost their shirts—Chase sits back to watch as the others play.

“Don’t you want in?” Thomas asks and I watch him, waiting for his reply, already knowing.

He smiles and meets my eyes. “I’m patient.”

My old wolf doesn’t mind waiting.

And he always enjoys himself when we get there.

Maybe I’m reading into it too much, but it seems like Johnny—as the youngest—is the exact opposite.

He’s not greedy, per se. And when he spins me around to him, monopolizing me, no one else seems to mind.

“Somebody needs to get better about sharing.” I say.

With a twisted scowl of a smile, he looks at Thomas. “Hungry?”

Thomas doesn’t answer him. At least not with words.

He gets on the floor, hands skimming up my calves and gently tugs. Johnny helps hold me steady. And I gasp when Thomas’ hands wrap around my thighs and his mouth finds me.

Goddess, he’s good at that.

The gasp turns to a sigh, and I nearly fall forward from the heat that sizzles through me.

I catch myself on Johnny’s hips.

“Doing okay?” he brushes my hair back, using the movement to tilt my face up to him.

“I’ll be better in a minute.”

He’s already hard when I slip my fingers over him.

So soft when my lips take their place.

He twitches with each kiss.

And when my tongue finds him…

The heat makes my bones want to melt.

Every time I think I’ve memorized the way they taste, I find I’m wrong.

Johnny’s fists are tight in my hair, but he doesn’t move me. He doesn’t force anything. He holds me steady and his hips flex to meet my every movement.

I groan around him as Thomas’ tongue fills me and his teeth graze my clit. The small sound that leaves my chest gets all caught up on Johnny’s cock.

The idea that I’ll ever get tired of them is laughable, but as I take Johnny fully into me, there’s nothing funny about the way it feels to be with them.

To be surrounded by all this lust and love.

Nothing, that is, until Johnny’s fingers tighten in my hair… until his stomach twitches and I know his lack of patience is coming to its—possibly deserved—end.

Johnny curses an apology and spills into my mouth. I can’t tell him it’s alright. All I can do is look up at him with laughter in my eyes as I drink him down.

Johnny shoves his finger in Chase’s direction. “Don’t say a word about patience, old man.”

I wipe my lips and look over at Chase whose smile is pure amusement.

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