Page 65 of Ember's Claim

I lose all control as my pleasure builds, and I end up squeezing the hell out of Anders’s cock as I come.

My top half falls to his chest with my arm trapped between us. I do my best to jerk him while I’m a shivering, shaking mess, but truthfully, my head is foggy from being trapped between both of their scents.

It takes a lot of focus, but I finally force my wolf to let me put her tail away. Even her fur on my oversensitive skin feels like too much right now.

Veryn continues lapping at my clit for an obnoxious amount of time.

I wiggle my hips and grunt. “No more.”

He nips at my pussy lips and finally tugs his head from under me. “Hold yourself up for a second, baby,” he growls once he’s standing behind me.

I comply, and he tugs off Anders’s jeans.

Once he’s done, Veryn stretches out on the bed, completely naked. He really is good at multitasking because I have no idea when that happened.

He gives me a sexy smirk, nodding at Anders.

If I wasn’t preoccupied, I’d kiss that sexy dragon. I do my best to focus enough to send him my appreciation in the bond.

In no way do I want him to feel like the third wheel. I also just kinda claimed Anders without prior consent, and while the bond indicates he’s happy with the outcome…

I’d still really like to blow his mind, just so he has no regrets and maybe as an apology for my wolf’s atrocious behavior.

Scooting up just a little, I let my wet core drag over his knot and shaft as I move to kiss him. He has to bend to reach me, due to the height difference, but we make it happen.

He slides his hand over my neck and up into the hair at the base of my skull. I’d give anything to feel him give it a little tug, but he holds me in place with a firm and commanding grip.

Something filters through the bond from him. It’s hard to tell, but I think it might be some feelings of inadequacy or insecurity.

“If you’d like to wait, we can do other things,” I assure him, pecking a kiss on his lips. Using my knees as leverage, I push up until I’m vertical. Only my core grinds over Anders’s knot, and he follows me up.

My mouth opens to ask him what’s wrong, but his hands land on my hips, and he lifts me, looking between us.

“I’m so fucking confused right now,” he chokes out. “I thought you were expecting a knot because alpha wolves and dragons have them. Alpha lions have barbs, but I’ve never had a knot, because my wolf isn’t an alpha.”

“Holy shit. I forgot about that.” I grimace, trying to force a smile. “So, congratulations. You have a knot now. I’m not sureif your wolf will take on alpha characteristics, but I wouldn’t be shocked.”

“Demons, beta shifters, and fae of old who mated with omegas developed the appendage,” Veryn adds, sounding way more coherent than me. “We’ve just started to explore knotting, but the connection is unreal. You’ll enjoy it.”

Anders surprises me by pulling me down and shoving his mouth to mine in one swift motion. He growls into the kiss, and it has a visceral effect on my system. My core leaks, dripping slick all over his knot and the base of his shaft, while a painful pulse radiates in my lower stomach.

I need to actually get him inside me.

I fall onto his chest and wrap an arm around my middle, whimpering against his lips. My scent floods the air, and it’s packed with pheromones meant to entice the two alphas within reach.

Only, neither is doing the damn thing.

I’m the damn thing no one is doing.

Irritation combines with the pain, and I whine.

“You’ve gotta do something, or my dragon is going to take over,” Veryn tells Anders. “And I’m not trying to be a dick, but yeah, make a move fast.”

Anders rolls me until my back hits the mattress, and his weight pushes into me deliciously. His golden brown hair falls around his face as he stares down at me with hooded eyes. “You’re absolutely beautiful.” He rolls his hips, and his crown slides through my very wet core. “Breathtaking.” His tip slaps against my clit, and I curl toward him. “And I still don’t have a single fucking clue what I’m doing, no matter how much I wish I did.”

My jaw drops, but that could be from the way he wiggles his hips, thrusting deep inside me.

Veryn tangles his fingers into my hair, tugging me back to the mattress. There are just too many sensations as he teases my scalp, and Anders freezes. My core aches from being stretched to capacity, but I’m pretty sure it’s the good kind of hurt.

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