Page 51 of Her Wolf

Her cheeks flushed crimson. Holy fuck, this was too much. Couldn’t they at least turn off the lights? But Bailey’s eyes were on her, and she had zero time to protest before she felt Lars’s warm body press up against her back.

He was straddling Bailey too, but Bailey either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Easy now…” Lars murmured, grabbing her thighs and inching them wider. “Let me show you how to ride someone’s face.”

Her body trembled at Lars’s touch. The way he guided her onto Bailey’s waiting mouth. He took her hips in his hands, and gently rocked her back and forth.

A pulse of pleasure tore a deep throated moan from her lips.

“There you go,” Lars said.

Bailey slid his hands out from under her and grabbed the inside of her thighs as she rocked faster against his mouth.

But no, that wasn’t good enough for her men. They all had to be involved; Lars wanted to fuck her while she rode Bailey. With Bailey concentrating on her clit, Lars stroked her folds, lubricating her.

She fell forward with a cry as Lars thrust into her. Her arms wobbled, her muscles too weak to support her.

Strong arms caught her.

Lifted her up.

Finn. He sat on his heels opposite her, less than a foot away from Bailey’s head. He moved close, until his knees were touching hers.

Lars thrust into her again, sending her sprawling against Finn’s chest.

He held her steady, arms tight around her back.

Which held her in perfect position for Bailey.

She could no longer rock, no longer apply as much or as little pressure as she wanted to her clit.

And they must have known it, because they kept teasing her. The tip of Bailey’s tongue describing circles around her clit. Lars’s cock thrusting hard, filling her for an unbearably long second before he pulled out.

Again, and again.

While Finn crushed her to him so hard she feel the pounding of his heart.

Her fingers brushed against Finn’s cock, and she caressed him again.

Fuck, how she wanted him inside her.

Her pants became gasps as Lars picked up speed. Bailey’s tongue began applying more pressure. And Finn grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her like it was the last chance he’d ever get.

. . .

Never in his life could he have imagined something this glorious. The feel of Cora’s trembling body against him—slick with sweat—made the urge to fuck her until she screamed his name unbearable.

He could wait, of course. But the longer he waited, the more furious his beast became. It howled and whined as it paced frenetically in his mind.

Wanting.

Lusting.

Ready to devour.

The sound she made when he tugged her head back for a kiss made his cock throb with a delicious wave of near agony.

Her small, soft hands did a terrible job placating his dick. But he’d make up for that when he fucked her.

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