Page 159 of Her Wolf

Bailey’s mouth left a cooling trail down her hip. Her back bowed when he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit. Finn stroked her entrance, dragging his fingertips through her folds as if testing to see if she was ready for him.

Dios mio, she couldn’t have been more ready. Her body pulsed with eagerness to have him inside her, to have him filling her. And then Lars, and then Bailey. Or whatever order they chose tonight.

She didn’t care, as long as she pleased every single one in return.

Her breath whispered out in a sigh as Finn dug the first inch of himself inside her.

“You want it slow, don’t you?” he rumbled in the dark. “Slow, and gentle.”

“Yes,” she hissed, her hips bucking to urge him deeper inside.

On cue, Lars and Bailey pushed her down on the bed. She struggled, panting at the urgency she felt for Finn to thrust into her.

But Finn went slow, just like she wanted. She stretched around him, lusciously tight, letting out a long moan the deeper he forced his way inside her.

“Jesus, that sound,” Lars murmured, turning her head so he could kiss her.

Bailey’s tongue flicked against her clit. Where the hell had he been? But the thought evaporated under a spear of intense pleasure as Bailey’s tongue massaged against her. Then he moved down, licking each side of her entrance as Finn unhurriedly thrust deeper inside her.

A climax already beaconed, her body tightening around Finn as she gasped into Lars’s mouth.

“Already?” Finn said, sounding surprised.

“I can’t…it’s too—”

Bailey sucked her clit hard, flicking the tip of his tongue against her as he did. She came with a violent shudder, wrapping her legs around Finn’s waist and tilting her hips up.

He slammed the last inch of his cock inside her, jarring her entire body as she let out a breathless cry.

Lars tweaked a nipple, trailing his fingers over her body as she shook in the aftermath of her first orgasm.

As soon as her hips sank down again, Finn began leisurely thrusting into her. His hand went around her throat, keeping her pinned as he worked his cock in and out of her. Friction built an agonizing heat inside her, her arousal coating him every time he plunged deeper.

He thrust slower, harder, jarring her a little every time. Then his face was right above her, a tiny glint in each eye as he filled her.

“Too hard?” he asked softly, thrusting into her again.

“No,” she managed, the word escaping with a gasp. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

He smiled at her. Kissed her. Thrust into her again. His groan trembled against her lips as he came, his forehead pressing to hers as he broke away for air.

Lars stroked her clit, making her clench around Finn’s cock and urge a shiver from his massive body.

He pulled back, running his hands down her hips before unhurriedly drawing out. His warmth had barely flickered away before Bailey’s warm body sank down on top of her. But, before he thrust into her, he dragged his tongue through her folds, teasing her so close to a climax she begged him to fuck her.

And he did, just as softly, and with just as much determination as Finn had.

They came together moments later, Lars working an orgasm from her clit while he kissed the living shit out of her. That he stuck his tongue in her mouth as she came, made her come even harder.

Bailey moaned as he came, grinding against her as if determined to reach the very end of her. She left nail marks on his arm as she rode out her own orgasm, but he didn’t complain.

He never did.

He drew out of her, went down on her, and made her buck her hips with his masterful tongue.

“Yes,” she murmured, jerking her mouth away from Lars, since he’d become unresponsive to their kiss.

She dimly knew that Finn was behind Lars, that he was running his hands all over the man’s body, but she could make out nothing except Lars’s breathless, whispered pleas for Finn to go harder.

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