Page 46 of Her Wolf

And it was because no one had touched her yet. Not where it mattered. Not where she hummed and purred like a little kitten. Her entire body ached with the need for one of her men to stroke her. To thrust into her. To make her come.

But, instead, they were raining kisses on her body like a moth rain in June.

Finn was almost to her inner thigh. And then he forced open her legs so suddenly she gasped.

Instinct took hold. She tried to close her legs again, a flurry of unbidden thoughts spilling through her mind; embarrassment about her body, her trembling thighs.

But Finn grabbed her thighs—one in each meaty hand—and dimpled her skin how he held her open.

He scraped his teeth over one hipbone, catching the fabric of her underwear, and let it snap back against her skin. Then the other.

She writhed, and Finn gave her a light slap to the side of her thigh. She stilled in shock, and he made a sound as if this had pleased him.

And that sent a whole flurry of bliss through her.

Lars’s mouth brushed against her stomach, then he caught one of her nipples between his teeth. A burst of pain had her gasping, but then a twist of silk cut off the sound.

They’d gagged her again.

And it wasn’t even as if she’d been making that much noise.

But maybe they preferred their captive silent and obedient. Which shouldn’t have pissed her off, but it did.

She spat out the gag. It took Lars a few seconds to notice, since he was still lavishing bites and kisses on her breasts, but when he noticed, he froze.

Straightening, he gave her a cool stare as he took away the gag from where it had landed over her neck, and said, “Are you doing this on purpose? Do you want us to punish you? Because it’s not a punishment if you want it, you realize that, right?”

She said nothing, but she couldn’t look away from his intense stare either.

Until Finn yanked her underwear to the side and ran his tongue over her slit. Her back arched off the bed, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pleasure crashed over her.

Lars pushed her down again with a hand on her belly. Then he came in for a kiss, and it was all she could do to keep breathing.

Finn’s tongue returned, making her moan hard against Lars’s mouth.

Now she had two tongues to contend with—one expertly working her mouth, the other tantalizing her more and more with each slow lick up her slit.

The weight keep her hands down disappeared.

Bailey?

Concern flashed through her; the thought she’d done something wrong, that he couldn’t stand the sight of Lars and Finn doing unspeakable things to her while he had to watch. Her chest grew tight, and what pleasure there was became dim.

But then a third hand clamped down on her thigh.

There was a snick as he cut away her underwear.

Baring her.

She squirmed, wanted to close her legs, unable.

Instead, all she could do was try and kiss Lars back as a second tongue—Bailey’s—flicked over the sensitive nub of her clit while Finn still licked the length of her entrance.

Lars drew at her, their breath growing hot and humid how they panted through their kiss. First one hand, then another, grabbed her breast.

And she couldn’t tell whose it was.

Realized that it didn’t matter.

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