Page 33 of Wolf Forsaken

"Well, then I guess you don't take a nap." Silas unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. I shut my eyes since he had on nothing underneath. Damn. "You're welcome to sleep in the great room, but I can't guarantee that my pack will be quiet when they come in and see you sleeping. You might even wake up with a Sharpie dick on your face."

Xander grumbled, and the bed shifted as he laid down next to me. I could smell the clean scent of the soap and shampoo he'd used, and I wanted to bury my nose against his skin.

"Is his dick covered yet?" It took every bit of my willpower not to peek.

"He's in the bed now. I'm so sorry you had to see that." Xander laid on his back and put his arm around me as I cuddled up against his side.

"I don't think I'll ever get over what I just saw. I'm scarred for life." I laughed and yawned at the same time.

Silas grumbled under his breath and punched the pillow on the bed a few times before rolling over with his back to us. He had not one tattoo.

Xander must have been fine with Silas after all, because within a few minutes, he was passed out, and I followed soon after.

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Somethingwarm and wet on my stomach woke me. My hand moved to brush it off, but ran right into a head.What the hell is Xander doing?

Realization dawned on me and my thighs instantly squeezed together as a shock of desire went directly between my legs. I couldn't see him because he was under the blanket, but I could feel him.

Open-mouthed kisses traveled up my stomach and his hand pushed up my shirt. I was still covered, but I couldn't help but look over at Silas's bed to make sure he was sleeping.

He wasn't.

Cocking a brow, he rolled onto his side and pushed the sheet he had over himself down to his waist, exposing his broad chest and tapered waist. I bit my lip as Xander latched onto a nipple, swirling and sucking the sensitive bud.

"Silas is watching."Just the words alone made heat pool in my core.

"Let him."Xander pushed down my pants and his fingers slid over my wet slit."Let him see how a real man pleases a woman."

A finger slid inside of me and began pumping without hesitation. I swallowed a gasp and my back arched when he added a second finger. He moved down my body and settled between my legs, his warm breath on my thigh.

Silas's hand was resting on his chest, and he swiped his thumb across his nipple, back and forth, circling, a slight pinch, repeat. A moan escaped my lips, and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them before returning them to his nipple.

Xander nudged my legs wider and lowered his mouth to my clit. There was nothing that turned me on more than a man between my thighs, and I throbbed as he licked and swirled his tongue.

My orgasm was building and the scene playing out across the room was making it harder to not let go and spiral into a whirlpool of bliss. Silas's hand traveled down his abdomen and under the sheet. I wanted to protest him not showing himself.

Xander's tongue sliding inside me alongside his fingers had me clenching my legs around his head and I was done for. My pussy clenched around him as he played my clit like he was performing a violin concerto at the Metropolitan Opera House. I cried out and kept my eyes on Silas as he pumped his cock under the sheet, his chest heaving as he watched me come undone as another man brought me to release.

Xander moved back up the bed, resting his forearms next to my head. He buried his cock inside of me, nuzzling my neck. "Fuck, you feel so good."

"Yes, oh God, Xander." I wrapped my legs around him and rolled my hips up to meet each thrust.

"Harder," Silas rasped from across the room.

Xander's head lifted from the crook of my neck and perused Silas's body. "Move the sheet."

Silas grunted and his jaw ticked. I could tell he was mulling it over when Xander stopped, a challenge in his eyes. They stared each other down for a good minute, a war of wills and my pussy their casualty.

"Fuck me, please." I tried bucking my hips, but the way he was lying on me left me immobile.

"Not until we get a show like we're giving him." A slow grin formed on Xander's lips, and he swiveled his hips to tease me, his pelvis rubbing against my clit.

"You want a show?" Silas rasped, the sound of a man barely holding it together.

He stood, the sheet falling to the floor, fisting his cock with an iron grip. A bead of pre-cum sat at the tip and he swiped his thumb across it, moving it over his shaft.

I thought the treehouse—both times—was the hottest thing ever, but this was cataclysmic, solar implosion level hot.

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