Page 45 of Her Wolf

Jesus, it wasn’t like he’d meant to come so soon. How the hell these two managed such stamina, he didn’t know.

Cora was so beautiful. So erotic. So intense. Even thinking about fucking her made him want to come.

But they held back.

So he’d have to try, even if it killed him.

Hopefully, it wouldn’t kill him.

But it would be the perfect way to go.

Bailey leaned down, stroking Cora’s hair out of her face as he touched his lips to her forehead, then her nose, the corner of her mouth.

Kissing her would be too much, too intimate right now. So he grazed the side of her neck, her earlobe, her jaw.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she gripped him with clumsy, tangled hands as she made encouraging sounds.

He climbed onto the bed, keeping her bound hands pinned with a knee as he ran his hands over her breasts and squeezed her. His reward was a deep throated moan and an arch of her back that pushed her tits hard into his palms.

It had become painful to keep his jeans on; his cock strained so hard against that thick fabric it felt like it would burst a seam.

He kissed her chin, a lush eyebrow, and the top of her head as he stood to take off his jeans.

The other two men had been busy. Lars had tied off Cora’s ankle, and was twisting the scarf around his fingers, turning it into a rope.

Finn had stripped to his trunks, and was kissing his way up Cora’s leg. He reached her knee, and she began squirming.

“Take it off,” she said, wriggling her hips. When the two men didn’t respond to her, she tipped her back to look at him. “Bailey? Take it off.”

Her underwear. He reached for her hips, and then stopped.

She shouldn’t be calling the shots. Not now. In here, she was Princess, not La Sombra. Not capo. Just a woman.

Theirwoman.

In here, she obeyed them.

“Nine,” he said.

Lars barked a laugh. “Boy catches on quick, don’t he, Milo?”

Finn just let out a soft growl and carried on working his way up Cora’s leg.

Wisely, she didn’t argue the point, but her eyes did widen.

Finn shoved her legs apart. Since she still wore her underwear, it shouldn’t have been that lascivious. But it was. It was so fucking hot seeing her spread like that, unable to move, unable to fight.

He climbed back onto the bed, all too aware of how close his cock was to the warmth of Cora’s arms. He wore boxers, but his dick was tenting them like they smelled snatch and wanted out.

When he looked up, Lars’s eyes were on him.

It shouldn’t have—fuck, he’d never thought of a guy in any kind of sexual way—but having those eyes on him made him harden even more. Knowing, in a few minutes, he’d be seeing Lars fuck Cora.

And it would turn him on as much as fucking her himself.

. . .

Her entire body was on fire. Electricity pulsed through her, just under the skin. The smallest tear, even a pin prick, would send a thousand volts of current arcing from her like lightning.

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