Page 98 of The Butcher

“I think this is the one for a first time.” Clayton points to the third box, and that’s when I realize he’s openly stroking himself.

Slowly, almost painstakingly slow, he strokes down his shaft then back up to the swollen head, running his thumb through the precum collecting at the tip before he repeats the action. He squeezes his cock at the base and holds tightly, going back to what he was saying a few moments ago.

“This one, there are no straps. This part”—an almost egg shaped piece—“goes inside that soaking wet pussy of yours while this”—the long piece it curves into—“is what you’ll be fucking me with. It stays in place using your muscles, and the curve is not only going to hit your g-spot, it’s going to rub against your clit with each thrust.” Then Clayton grins. “And it vibrates.”

Can someone orgasm from words alone? Is that a thing? I don’t know what a g-spot is, nor do I totally understand the purpose of a vibrating dildo, but I like listening to Clay talk about it all. Especially when I hear another grunt from behind me and turn to see that Nash must like it, too.

His jeans are down his thighs, his cock is out, it’s very big, and very hard, and his hand is practically choking the life out of his knot.

Oh my god, and… “Is your cock pierced?”

My alpha nods as he runs his fingers along the underside of his shaft and all the little barbells there. “It’s called a Jacob’s ladder, sweetheart. One day, you’re going to love it.”

I love it now, and I really want to touch it, but if someone or something doesn’t touch me, I might melt into a puddle of slick with nothing but my panties left behind.

“You ache, don’t you, Indy?”

“Yes,” I whisper as I watch Nash a little longer. “So much.”

“Are you ready to fix it? A temporary fix until you’re ready for us?”

I nod, my mouth practically watering as Clay magically appears next to Nash, and I get to see them both pumping their cocks in their hands.

Never, and I do mean never, have I been truly turned on. Even when I was forced into heat, my body didn’t feel the way it does now, and I can’t tell if I’m thrilled by it, or pissed off because nothing is?—

“Nashy is going to put it inside of you, pretty girl.” My eyes snap to Clayton, who is still smiling his ass off. “If you’re ok with it, of course.”

God, yes.

I don’t really care which one of them puts it inside of me as long as one of them is putting something inside me because I’m going to explode if I stay empty much longer.

“Okay.”

That purring sound gets loud again the second I agree, and it isn’t exactly helping my situation right now.

Especially when I find out that I have to wait for Clay to go wash the strap on, then open a new bottle of lube since he doesn’t make his own the way I do. He hands the dildo to Nash, who looks it over for a second before walking toward me on his knees, his cock leading the charge the entire way.

He looks me up and down, a mix of pride and heat in those grass green orbs, and when he pauses, I know what he wants without him having to say a word.

I hook my thumbs in the top of my panties then roll them down, taking them off quickly before I lean back on my elbows and spread my legs wide. Clayton groans and Nash growls, but neither of them move. Not for another few seconds, they just stare at my drenched pussy like it’s the holy grail.

Talk about making someone feel powerful.

Everything I experienced before, I knew how terrible and wrong it was then, but bearing myself to two men I love, men that I truly do crave, and having them obviously crave me in return, that’s an incredible feeling. One I can easily become addicted to.

That feeling is exactly what drives me to say what I do without putting any thought into it at all.

“Put it inside my pussy, alpha.” Nash’s gaze swings to mine and he growls, but he slowly starts to move. Too slow for my liking. “Now, alpha.”

His fingers graze my clit as that purring hits an entirely new volume, the sound accompanied by a low, throaty growl. Nash slides the end of the dildo up and down my slit, dipping it inside just enough to gather my slick before he brings it up to his mouth. He holds my stare as he licks one side of the oval shaped end, his eyes flaring briefly as he holds it out to Clayton to do the same.

I have to say, watching these two lick my slick off of that thing is the hottest moment of my life, and it only gets hotter when Nash lowers it, gathers some more of my wetness, then rubs my clit with that silky toy.

My head falls back as I moan, my hips lifting of their own accord, my pussy nearly gushing from a few simple strokes. Then it does when my alpha abruptly pushes the bulbous end inside of me, immediately hitting something that has my belly flipping.

“Jesus,” I say breathlessly, now staring up at Nash as he offers me his hand. “I, that, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”

He smiles as he cups my cheeks then leans in until his lips are almost touching mine. “You saythank you, alpha, then you ask for more.”

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