Page 99 of The Butcher

But he doesn’t give me the chance.

Instead, Nash kisses the life out of me, his tongue licking at the seam of my lips before it pushes inside, tangling with mine in a way that has me gasping for air. Especially when I can clearly taste myself on him.

“You have any questions, or you need help, you tell me.” He kisses me one more time, sweeter and less aggressive before Nash drops his hands and backs up toward the headboard.“Clayton will be vocal, but he might not be coherent. I will be, until I won’t.”

I giggle a little as I watch him get settled, wrapping his hand around his knot while he stares at me.

Fucking powerful stuff.

“Hold out your hand, pretty girl.” Clay gets on his knees in front of me and holds out the bottle of lube. He squeezes a decent amount of the water based liquid into my hand, leaning in to kiss me as he does. “Now, stroke.”

My eyes flutter closed as he kisses my jaw, then my neck, sucking a little on my collarbone as his big hand closes around mine. He helps me coat the dildo, thoroughly covering the entire thing, showing me how to stroke and twist, pump and squeeze as if it was his cock in my hand.

I really wish it was, I wish I had a hand on each of them, but that is something I won’t do without permission, and I don’t think that’s what this is about.

Clay gives me one more kiss before turning to get on all fours, his extremely firm ass lifted toward me while each of his hands plant on either side of Nash’s hips. He winks at me over his shoulder, flashing me a final smile, and then, as I watch in awe, my alpha grabs the back of his head, burying his fingers in his shaggy blond hair as he guides Clay to his waiting cock.

There are no words to describe what that does to me, how incredibly turned on I am watching my beta give Nash a blowjob while waiting for me to fuck him in the ass.

So, I decide to give him what he wants for putting on such a great show for me while I do.

Clay pauses as I put the tip of the dildo against the tight ring of muscle, and so do I, if only for a moment because I don’t want to hurt him.

“He takes me, honey,” Nash groans. “You aren’t going to hurt him, not when he rides my cock as regularly as he does.”

That did it.

On instinct, my hips roll in desperate need of friction, and the tip slips between Clayton’s asscheeks, slowly pushing inside as I do it again.

He resumes sucking Nash off, his head bobbing in time with each uncoordinated thrust. It feels amazing, the way the oval piece inside of me is almost stroking what must be my g-spot, the way it rubs against my clit as I watch more and more of it disappear into my beta.

I reach out and run my hands over his ass, smoothing up the fleshy globes to grab Clayton’s hips, and loving the contrast between his soft skin and hard muscle. He moans around Nash’s cock, and I look up, our eyes locking as he pushes Clay down further, lifting to meet his mouth.

Which is the exact moment I discover the purpose of the vibrations.

My alpha grins and lifts the hand I couldn’t see, obviously pressing a button that switches that feature on and the second he does, my body tries to fold in half, and sends the strap-on all the way inside Clayton until his ass is flush against my hips.

“Fuck,” he hisses as he releases Nash with a loud pop. He glances back at me, my beta now a mind reader, too, because I was worried that was a bad thing. “No, pretty girl, I loved it, and I want more.”

“Okay,” I moan, the threads of pleasure coiling low in my belly from knowing he likes this, that they are both enjoying what’s happening.

The vibrations intensify as I pump into my beta, finally finding a rhythm as I get closer and closer to the edge. Every rub of my clit sends heat licking through my veins, Clayton’s mumbled curse words, Nash’s groans of pleasure fueling every move. My body lurches forward again, my pussy spasming around the toy, my fingers digging into Clay’s hips. I let my chindrop to my chest as I jerk forward again, my body almost moving on its own, each thrust bringing my beta’s ass against my pelvis, the dildo fucking us both in a way that has my belly tightening.

“Oh my god,” I moan, unsure how much longer I’m going to be able to do this without coming. “Oh, oh, I think?—“

“Tell me,” Nash grunts, drawing my attention to him with the gravel of his voice. “Tell me what you want, honey.”

I shake my head as I slam into Clay hard, the first wave of my orgasm taking hold.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Indy, honey, you have to?—“

“I want to come,” I practically sob. “Oh, my god, I want that.”

My beta pushes back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust, fucking himself on me while I continue fucking him. And that’s when I notice what he’s doing.

Clayton is sucking Nash’s dick like it’s his favorite thing in the entire world, bobbing his head quickly in time with our movements. He’s bracing himself with his left hand but I don’t see his other one. That’s because that hand, the one that isn’t bearing his weight and keeping him upright, it’s underneath him, moving just as fast, and when I lean to the side, I can see that he’s jerking himself off.

Which is exactly what sends me over the edge.

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