Page 127 of Ashley & the A-Listers

He drew his tongue through her folds, gathering her taste before swallowing her down. He repeated the same motion, the bud of her clit hard against his tongue as he lapped at her again and again. Her thighs tightened around his head intermittently, encouraging him to keep going.

Every little sound she made, every grind of her hips against him only made his own arousal flare to life. Trapped beneath his boxers, he was rock-hard andhadto be welling precum. He wanted her to touch him, or wanted to touch himself.

He curled his arms around the front of her thighs, fingers digging into her inner thighs. He gripped and squeezed and held her open for him as he arched his neck to lick at her, seeking more of her taste.

He speared her with his tongue, found a well of that arousal, and drank her down.

Her moans were growing louder, and he wondered if she was doing that on purpose, if she was imagining River and Cameron listening to them.

They were likely in the nest, but it was an… enticing thought.

He wanted her to take whatever she wanted. From him, from them.

He already belonged to her. That wouldn’t change if she had a pack.

Dylan purred at the idea of being amongst the favorites she’d collect.

She gasped, arching into him, and he flattened his tongue against her, giving her something to grind against.

“Fuck,” she whined, and he heard that pitch in her voice.

He couldn’t take it anymore, and lowered one of his hands to his stomach, inching his fingers beneath his waistband and?—

“No,” Ashley drawled, and reached behind herself to grab his hand, drawing it back to her thigh.

“You don’t get to come until after me,” she purred, theslightestbark in the whisper of her voice.

He couldn’t disobey, and he didn’t want to.

Dylan’s hips lurched, aching for something he couldn’t have, and moaned into her, lost in her flesh as she rolled her hips into him.

Fuck.

His moan dissolved into a purr at her demand, and she cried out as the sound worked up his throat, spilling into a vibration against his tongue. He purred harder, louder, and her thighs tensed around his head as she rode his face.

Her hand squeaked against the metal of the headboard, and he glanced up to find her lips parted, head tilted back, jaw sharp and strong as her hair fluttered around her shoulders.

She was beautiful.

Mine.

Dylan dug his fingers into her skin, leaving more marks, more proof of his claim on her, and the idea of River or Cameron ever seeing them made his head go blank.

Would she talk to them like this? Put them in their place and have their way with them?

Dylan’s cock twitched at the idea.

Ashley. His alpha.

His hips bucked and he wished there was any friction, any touch against himself. He was so close, on a hair’s edge just from her taste, the way she moved against him. The way she felt about him and all this arousal wrapped up in the bond until they were indistinguishable.

Her hand dove back into his hair, holding him still while she dragged herself against his tongue. Soft moans poured from her lips and the moonlight was silver against her skin.

She was using him to get herself off.

And it was the hottest thing Dylan had ever experienced.

He slid his grip up her thighs and stomach, bunching the shirt up until it fell down his arms, and cupped her breasts. With deft fingers he plucked at her beaded nipples and felt the chills skitter down her skin.

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