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“Save some for me, Daddy?” Roman asks from behind her, and I tear my gaze away from Iris’s, finding him looking at my hand with a ravenous hunger, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Shall I give him some of your sweet nectar?” I ask her, my gaze darting to her face, an eyebrow raised. She nods, clearly unable to speak, which makes the beast in me purr with satisfaction. We did that to her.

Slowly, I extend my arm, holding my hand right above her shoulder and just in front of Roman’s lips. He reaches forwards with his face, his arms still wrapped around Iris, and I watch with hooded eyes as his wet tongue makes contact with my fingers. He sucks the digit into his hot mouth with a groan, taking me down to the knuckle and gagging slightly.

Fuck.

I watch, barely breathing, as he sucks and licks both fingers clean, only pulling away when there’s no trace of her left on them.

“Good boy,” I praise, and he swallows hard, his nostrils flaring as his blown pupils lock on mine.

“Thank you, Daddy,” he rasps back, and my jaw works as I have to physically stop myself from launching at him and fucking him with her between us.

“Have you guys…” her soft voice trails off, and I switch my focus back to her, knowing what she was asking.

“No. It didn’t feel right, not while you weren’t there, Peaches,” I tell her, recalling the days without her like a knife to the fucking soul. I’m not sure it’s a wound that will ever heal, and the memory of it is enough to dampen my arousal.

“I’m here now,” she whispers, and my eyes widen as her meaning becomes clear, lust washing over my body like a tidal wave.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“ONE OF THE GIRLS BY THE WEEKEND WITH JENNIE, LILY ROSE DEPP

ROMAN

Holy shit.

Those three words of hers pulse over me, and my eyes flick to Hunt’s, seeing the pure, unadulterated lust in his eyes, almost eliminating the green of his irises.

“Are you sure, Princess? We don’t want to push things too far,” I whisper against her, tightening my grip around her body as I hug her. I can’t help taking a deep inhale, filling my lungs with her cocoa scent. I’ll never get enough, and to have her back in my arms, even though it’s time limited, it’s like fucking Christmas came early.

“I’m sure. I want to watch you pleasure each other. Maybe…” she pauses, and I look at the side of her face to find her biting her plush lower lip.

“Maybe what, Peaches?” Hunt asks, and she releases the abused flesh.

“Maybe you could kneel in front of me and jerk each other off while I watch?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Her words are like a lightning bolt, striking me right on the dick and making it weep.

“We could do that,” I say roughly, and she sits up, letting me slide out from behind her. Then she scoots back until she’s in the position I was, her back against the side of the daybed.

I pause when I spot her swollen pink pussy, glistening and wet with the two orgasms she just had.Fuck me.

“Up here, Baby Boy,” Hunt demands, his tone sending a full-body shiver pebbling my skin. I glimpse Iris straightening before I turn my head to face Hunt, who’s on his knees, his jeans tight over the bulge of his hard dick.

He’s fucking stunning, all power and so full of alpha energy I want to bow down and worship him like a god. Blinking, I follow his order, shuffling on my knees until I’m facing him, our bodies angled slightly so as not to obstruct Iris’s view.

“You’re both so beautiful,” she whispers, and I cast a glance over at her to see her lips parted as her gaze roves over us both. Everywhere she looks, her eyes light up, like a torch that sheds light on all my dark places.

“Undo your jeans, baby,” Hunt commands, his tone gruff and brokering no argument. “Pull yourself out and show her that stunning cock.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

My fingers fumble as I do as he demands, the sound of the buckle from my leather belt loud in the hushed room. Pushing my jeans and boxers down my thighs, my dick springs free, bobbing at the attention it’s getting from them both.

“Now take me out.” Hunt’s voice is a harsh rasp, and I look at him to find him swallowing as his gaze fixes on my dick. Pre-cum beads at the tip of me, sliding down my head, but I don’t wipeit away. He’s not said I can touch myself yet, and I know from experience that if I don’t follow his orders, he won’t let me come.

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