Page 64 of Knot Sharing the Ice

They exchange looks, having one of those silent conversations that never fails to amaze me.

"Ladies' choice," Mason says, his eyes burning with intensity.

I pretend to consider for a moment, even though I already know my answer. "Mason," I say, loving the way his eyes light up at my choice. "Show me what that smart mouth of yours can do."

Mason grins, dropping to his knees in front of me. "With pleasure, sweetheart."

He helps me out of my jeans and panties, his touch reverent as he spreads my legs. The first swipe of his tongue has me gasping, my hands flying to his hair.

"Remember," Jayce says from somewhere to my left, "loudest scream wins. Don't hold back, Em."

As if I could. Mason's mouth is pure sin, licking and sucking in all the right places. He slips two fingers inside me, curling them just so, and I cry out, my hips bucking against his face.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. "Let us hear you."

I lose myself in the sensations, barely aware of the other alphas watching, their eyes hungry. Mason brings me to the edge twice, backing off each time until I'm a writhing, pleading mess.

"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore. "Mason, please!"

He redoubles his efforts, sucking hard on my clit as his fingers pump faster. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I scream his name, my body arching off the makeshift bed.

As I come down from the high, panting and boneless, I hear low chuckles around me.

"Think you can beat that?" Mason asks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Adder steps up next, his eyes dark with challenge. "Watch me."

He wastes no time, diving in with a fervor that has me seeing stars. Where Mason was methodical, Adder is relentless. He uses his whole mouth—lips, tongue, even teeth—driving me to the brink embarrassingly fast.

I'm vaguely aware of the others murmuring encouragement, their voices blending into a symphony of desire. Adder slips his tongue inside me, his nose bumping against my clit, and I lose it.

My scream is loud enough that I'm half-worried we'll get in trouble with air traffic control. Adder works me through it, not letting up until I'm pushing at his head, oversensitive and trembling.

"Holy shit," I gasp, struggling to catch my breath.

Jayce whistles low. "Damn, boss. Didn't know you had it in you."

Adder just grins, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Your turn, hotshot."

Jayce cracks his knuckles dramatically. "Time to show you amateurs how it's done."

He approaches me like a predator stalking its prey, all lean muscle and cocky confidence. But when he settles between my thighs, his touch is surprisingly gentle.

"You good to keep going, Cotton Candy?" he asks softly, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.

I nod, touched by his concern. "Green light, Jayce. Give me your best shot."

He doesn't need to be told twice. Jayce attacks my pussy with a single-minded focus that leaves me breathless. He alternates between broad, flat strokes of his tongue and quick, teasing flicks that have me squirming.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, he does something with his tongue that makes me see stars. I arch off the bed, a string of curses and pleas falling from my lips.

"That's it, baby," he murmurs against me. "Sing for me."

The orgasm builds slow and steady, a warmth spreading through my entire body. When it finally crests, I scream Jayce's name loud enough to wake the dead, my body convulsing with pleasure.

As I come back to myself, I realize I'm crying. Happy tears, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. Jayce kisses them away, murmuring soft words of praise.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart," he says, stroking my hair. "Think you can handle one more?"

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