Page 128 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Perhaps, I have to show Ambrose that being pack means that we want to protect him as well, bringing him just as much pleasure as he brings us.

He doesn’t need to shoulder the pressure or dangers alone.

I allow the worry to bleed from me, however, as Benedict kisses the thoughts out of my head.

Benedict kisses and licks between my breasts, then further, along my sides and down my stomach.

He looks up at me through his long lashes. Even though it’s a struggle for him, he meets my eye.

I shudder in pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah.” Another wave of heat hits me. “Lower.”

“This low?” Benedict dips his head to my bellybutton, swirling his tongue experimentally around it. “Your skin feels like silk. I could lick it for hours.”

My hips hump up.

When I glance at the bottom of the bed, I whine again.

Swan has pushed Vito onto his back and is tearing off his clothes, ferally.

But then, having ripped off Vito’s t-shirt, he stops.

“Shit,” Swan whispers, stroking Vito’s defined abs. “Does this go down further?”

“Why don’t you take off my trousers and find out?” Vito replies.

His face is tight with tension.

A gorgeous scarlet snake tattoo coils down from Vito’s stomach, disappearing below the waistband of his leather trousers.

Slowly now, reverentially, Swan rolls down Vito’s trousers and underwear in one go, before dragging them off.

Swan’s eyes widen at the same time as mine do.

The snake is inked coiling around Vito’s cock. It’s beautiful.

A work of art.

But hell, that tattoo must have hurt.

How important must it be to Vito to have suffered through its inking?

“Do you hate it?” Vito moves, as if to drop his hands to cover his cock in shame. “I had no choice about the snake on my hand. Everyone in our gang were forced to have that done. So, I wanted something that was just for me, afuck youto the Snakes because Dad would go crazy if he knew about it. I wanted to beViperin a way that brought me pleasure and not pain.”

Firmly, Swan grips Vito’s wrists and pins them to the side, keeping him exposed.

“You’re gorgeous. And so is your cock.” Swan drops his head and kisses the head of the snake, which rests on the head of Vito’s cock. “My Little Snake.”

Vito’s eyelashes flutter. “Not little.”

Swan smirks. “Definitely not little.”

“Stop talking.” Ambrose’s nails bite into the arms of the chair like he’s battling his primal side not to launch into the nest to join us. “That’s it, my Beta, look at me when I’m talking to you. Your pretty mouth has better uses. Right now, you’re going to suck Vito’s cock. Get him hard and ready to prepare our Omega for my knot.”

“F-f-uck.” Vito’s eyes are blown wide.

Despite Ambrose’s order not to speak, Swan leans closer to Vito and checks in, “Are you okay with that, Little Snake?”

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