Page 53 of Her Wolf

Until Finn ran a hand down Bailey’s face, urging him to stop.

Bailey scrambled out from under Cora, wiping his mouth and looking as if he was just coming down from a three day mescaline high.

Lars backed up to the bed’s headboard, drawing Cora with him. He sat back against the headboard and pulled Cora’ into his lap.

She looked comatose. Her limbs clumsy, her eyes heavy lidded and fluttering. Her head fell back onto Lars’s shoulder, and Finn crawled closer.

He grabbed her chin, and ran his thumb over her parted lips. “Still with us, baby girl?”

Cora’s eyes opened. Her eyes glowed gold, and for a moment she just stared at him. Then she bobbed her head, and her eyes fell closed again.

Lars lifted his knees, Cora’s legs trapped behind them.

And he held her open as Finn crawled closer, dipped his head, and slid his cock inside her.

Lars was already hard again, but he kept his dick down with a hand, slowly stroking himself as Finn shuffled even closer.

His first thrust woke Cora with a tiny gasp.

The bed shifted under them as Bailey climbed back on. His boxers were back on, as if to say his dick was on hiatus for the moment.

Which was fine, because he and Lars had more than enough dick to go around.

Cora fumbled until she found a grip on Finn’s shoulders. Her nails went into his skin again, as if it was the only way she could keep purchase on his sweat-slick skin.

He wouldn’t be surprised; she was so wet he was in danger of injuring himself if he slipped on his way in.

So he took it slow, but hard. A rhythm that seemed to wreck Cora.

Her sounds became weak and pitiful, like an injured animal.

And his beast responded to that like any predator would; its bloodlust took over.

He leaned into his next thrust. Even Lars moaned, and he realized Bailey had a hold of Lars’s dick.

Repaying the favor.

With his hands free, Lars fingers worked feather-light strokes over Cora’s nub of a clit.

Finn brushed his lips over hers, and she jerked in response. Her lips quivered, and then she kissed him back. But her kiss was soon too breathless, and he knew he had to give her air.

Her final climax would be the most spectacular. And he wanted her to scream.

In pain.

In pleasure.

His beast slathered at the thought, and he fucked her harder.

“Jesus, you’re going to break her,” Lars said, but with a note of satisfaction to his voice.

Break her.

He wasn’t sure if it his voice or his beast’s.

He wanted to kiss her, had to kiss her, but she was panting and oblivious.

Lars leaned his head out, and caught Finn’s mouth with his. Tremors shot through Finn as their kiss deepened. It had been so long since he’d kissed Lars this hard, this intensely.

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