Page 135 of Scent of Home

“I don’t care. I hope they do,” Bray murmurs. “Pass her here, baby, I’ll hold her so you can eat her out.

Shane growls. A raw, feral sound.

I’m hoisted into Bray’s arms. He holds me under my thighs and pulls them apart. I’m exposed, my pussy on display for all the bright sunlight and Twin Rivers residents to see, should anyone walk around the back.

This shouldn’t be as much of a turn on as it is.

Shane snarls, kneels, and buries his face in me voraciously. I cry out. The ferocity, the intensity, the devouring, all brings me to an instant orgasm. I cry out, arching my back, riding his face. Until I collapse.

Shane doesn’t stop.

“Three more,” Bray teases.

WHAT?

“Wait!”

“Three more.” Bray shifts closer, spreading my thighs even wider. Shane’s hands come up, and I think he grips Bray’s ass because I’m slapped even closer to his searching mouth.

He finds my clit and sucks on it hard enough to make me see stars.

“Two more.”

I pant, whimpering, unable to shift my hips at all. And then I feel a probing finger. It circles my puckered hole and then pushes inside. I feel myself grow even wetter. Shane groans and redoubles his efforts.

I cry out, unable to hold back the sound as I collide with orgasm number three.

“Please,” I whine.

“Almost there, Alpha,” Bray teases. “One to go.”

“Oh, please, oh, shit.” I’m a panting and sweating mess. “Please, I need a cock!”

Shane pulls off me and glances up. He gives me one long, sloppy stroke with his tongue that has me seeing stars.

Then Bray drops me to my wobbly legs, Shane grips my knee and drags one of my legs up, supporting my weight.

“Your wish,” Bray whispers, right before he drives into me so hard I lose my balance and fall on Shane.

Shane chuckles darkly and holds me in place, while Bray fucks me so hard I forget my name, I forget where we are, I’m lost in them.

My body tightens, unable to resist, and then I’m drifting on the winds of a maelstrom, drowning in these alphas, and the scream that escapes me, it’s swallowed by Shane, and all I can taste is him and me!

Bray pushes up into me, driving harder, deeper. His fingers bite into my hips and then he slams up, filling me with his cum, growling into the back of my neck, making me shiver.

We stay like that, recovering, until Bray pulls out. I wince at the rush of fluids, but he just laughs, running his fingers through it.

I moan and go up on my tiptoes, tilting my hips back. His fingers slide in and out.

“Beautiful.”

The door opens, and someone who is laughing cuts off.

“Sorry!” They shriek.

I freeze, and just as suddenly, I start to laugh. Bray snorts,chuckles, and slowly pulls his fingers out of me.

“Pause until we get home?”

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