Page 67 of Ember's Claim

I wobble, falling forward.

Anders snarls, but Veryn moves to kneel in front of me, which keeps me mostly vertical.

Anders ignores Veryn as his cock swells, jolting inside me. I’m not quite there yet, but the sounds he makes echo around the room, and my head snaps to the side.

Veryn helpfully moves my hair out of the way and grins mischievously. “You’re greedy for his cum. Aren’t you, dirty girl?”

I nod.

He slides a hand down to work my clit at the same time he shoves his lips to mine.

The swelling of Anders’s cock pushes against my G-spot, and it clicks… I can rock on my knees to force him where I want him.

“Fucking hell,” Anders groans. “That’s… Christ, Ember. You’re fucking me all up.” I don’t falter. If anything, the sound of his desperation spurs me on.

Veryn fists my hair at the base of my skull, and the pressure on my clit changes. “If he wasn’t knotting you,” he says, nipping at my lip, “I’d shove my cock in your tight little cunt too. Just to see how loud you scream with both of us wrecking you. I’ll have to settle for coming all over your pretty pussy, since you’re already stuffed full.”

It clicks then that the pressure against my clit is Veryn’s crown bouncing against it as he jerks off.

Something about having them both so close and completely focused on me sends me over the edge.

I wail, and my entire body jolts with pleasure that radiates out through every nerve ending I’ve got. It’s overwhelming to the point my vision goes spotty.

I can’t even kiss Veryn back. Anders’s warm skin frames my back, and his hot breath radiates over my shoulder.

“Jesus,” Veryn grunts. “It looks like he could fit your entire head in his mouth.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Anders growls. He takes over, moving my face to rest in the crook of Veryn’s neck. He swipes my hair fully out of the way and bites at the base of my skull where my neck connects to my back.

Pleasure.

Intense and indescribable pleasure.

It gets so intense, I lose my vision.

Or maybe my eyes are closed.

The loud wailing that fills the room comes from me, but I couldn’t keep quiet if I tried, so I’ll have to be embarrassed about that later.

Veryn’s hot cum splatters all over my pussy, and the feeling on my clit sends me into another powerful orgasm.

My neck aches from Anders’s bite, but so does my core. The feeling of his scratchy tongue over my skin is actually quite nice.

I melt into Veryn’s chest and try to determine if this is even reality.

Their enjoyment and contentment fill the bond, making my insides all melty. I’m pretty sure experiencing euphoria this strong isn’t healthy, but I could get addicted to feeling this good.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Lorcan

Jealousy holds no place in a family pack. It kills contentment and breeds resentment. I’d much rather breed my little wolf than hold animosity toward her other mates. At the very least, I’d prefer to practice.

With that being said, I am currently experiencing some frustration. I’ve spent all afternoon and into late evening building my omega a nest. However, Ember has spent the majority of her day screaming to the rafters how much she enjoys being tag-teamed by the dragon and the lion.

The lion you normally consider one of your best mates, I remind myself to keep from doing something rash, like spelling their cocks into impotence. That way, she would have no choice but to seek me out.

Yes, fine.

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