Page 160 of Her Wolf

Bailey turned her onto her side, facing Lars. He lifted her leg at an angle, stroking her folds hard enough to make her gasp.

Then she felt a dick pressing against her entrance; Bailey guiding Lars inside her.

She shivered violently, eyes flying open. Lars showed her his teeth, jaw tight with unfathomable pleasure. He slid inside her, and they began to move all together; her and Finn and Lars.

Bailey orchestrated from above, hooking Cora’s leg over his shoulder to keep her stretched open, strumming her clit with one hand and her backdoor with the other.

And then Bailey lay down behind her, kissed the back of her neck, and bit down lightly as he forced his way inside her backdoor.

She could barely breathe. Barely move.

Waves of deep bliss and pure pleasure washed over her, through her. Trapped as she was, her body vibrated with need and urgency. She could scarcely buck her hips, but she still tried. Her hands found Lars’s face, dragging him closer for a kiss that left them both panting and breathless.

Then Lars began grunting. His face contorted, the animalistic sounds of his pleasure ratcheting her own approaching orgasm up a dozen notches.

“Oh god,” she whispered. “Yes!”

A hand grasped at her breast, reaching over Lars to do so. She caught Finn’s eyes, and he held her gaze with fierce determination as he slammed into Lars.

A climax tore through her, but it had no effect on her men. They were caught up in their own pleasure, everyone’s aura twining around the other.

Bailey pressed tight against her, kissing and nibbling her neck, her shoulders, her arm. Lars came inside her with a grunt that sounded as much pleasure as pain, and then ground his mouth against hers.

But Finn hadn’t stopped pounding into Lars. Her climax sunk, and lifted her up again as Lars continued to fuck her, trapped between her and Finn.

She caught Lars’s leg with her nails, and then found Finn’s. She dug her nails into him, and he groaned that all too familiar groan.

Lars whimpered, dragging her tight, crushing her to him as if in pain.

Bailey came a second time, his lips against her ear as he whispered, “I love you,” over and over again to her like some hedonistic chant their sex cult had insisted on during every ritual.

Lars trembled in her arms, and she in his. Their kiss became gentle and slow, his mouth quivering against hers.

Finn ran his hand down her face, and Lars murmured something unintelligible when Finn kissed his shoulder.

They lay like that for a long time, until their breathing returned to normal, until they’d stopped sweating.

Lars was the first one to stir, stretching his limbs like a cat who’d just woken from a nap in front of the fire. “You think those guys on Amazon wonder why we keep ordering so much underwear and sheets?” he asked.

Cora cupped his face. “No, but I’m pretty sure I know why I keep seeing mattress liners popping up when I’m shopping online.”

Bailey drew away from her, but she caught his hip and drew him back. He was always the first to leave their huddle. Sometimes, she would find him in the kitchen, having a beer as he stared out of the window.

“Stay for a moment,” she said quietly.

“You’re freaking me out,” Bailey said. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” But it came out too fast, too breathless. Lars grabbed the back of her neck, squeezing her.

“Cora?” Finn asked.

She blinked back sudden tears. “It’s a surprise,” she said in a husky voice. “And you’ll get it tomorrow when you open all your presents.”

“Fuck the presents, tell us what the hell’s going on!” Lars shifted, his sweet breath on her face as he leaned close. “Is it cartel stuff? Did you hear something? Did someone try and contact you?” His voice became leaden at the last.

“No, nothing—” she cut off and let out an exasperated sigh. Turning onto her back, Cora pressed her palms over her eyes and inhaled deep. Her body still tingled madly, her brain too fuzzy for proper thoughts. But fuck it, if they couldn’t wait—

“I guess you all get one present before tomorrow.”

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