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“Plenty ready for me, though.” Ash hisses in a breath as he pushes inside me—my lips buzzing around Ronan’s cock as Ash’s girth stretches my aching tightness with a lush heat.

“Goddamn, Sugar,” Ronan moans, one of his hands weaving into my hair—his fingers closing gently around the mass of raven curls at the crown of my head; the tingling sensation running from my scalp, down my neck—twinging through my diamond-chip nipples, all the way to my throbbing clit.

Ash and I both moan as my cunt tightens around him, pulling him even deeper inside me as he pumps another deep, seeking stroke with his thick cock.

“You look so good sucking my cock, getting fucked by my packmate.” Ronan’s words run along my senses like alcohol on fire—my entire body crackling with the heightened sensation of being the focal point of both Ronan and Ash’s erotic attentions.

“I can’t wait to see how she takes your knot,” Ash pants, having to raise his voice slightly now over the wet slapping sounds his narrow hips make against my ass as he fucks me from behind.

My eyes roll back—my vision stuttering as Ash drives himself deeper and deeper inside me—Ronan’s turgid knot pressing at my lips—my jaws struggling to widen large enough to fit the swollen knob of flesh, though I desperately want to show him I can take his knot—even if he won’t put it deep in my pussy until I’m properly in heat.

“That’s right sugar, you take Ash’s cock—just like that.” Ronan’s breath is thready, and I can feel his balls lift slightly from my cupped palm—a sign that he’ll be cumming soon.

Ash steadies his pace at a higher speed—his hands reaching around to toy with my rock hard nipples as he pistons in and out of me—his own breath beginning to become labored.

“Fuck, I wanna put my knot inside you—I’m so fucking close.” Ronan trembles—his knees locked in hyperextension—his eyes fighting to stay open as he keeps deep eye contact with me; his cock hot and hard in my mouth.

Just watch, I think to myself—as I lurch forward—unhinging my jaw to the best of my ability; Ronan’s knot making a loudsquelch as it suctions past my lips—rounded carefully over my teeth.

“Ursula—oh god!” he shouts, words failing Ronan as he descends into a chain of guttural screams—his hands clutching the back of my skull as he jerks uncontrollably—shooting ropes of cum down my throat.

“FUCK!” Ash spasms sharply—his deep, languid strokes shattering into tiny staccato shudders as he cums unexpectedly at the sight of Ronan’s knot locked into my open mouth—my throat working desperately to guzzle down Ronan’s cum, my nostrils flared with the effort of breathing through my nose.

I can tell from his expression that Ronan is panicked; unsure of what to do—his knot keeping him securely inside my mouth exactly as it would keep him and his seed sealed deep inside my womb.

It might be my first heat, but it’s not my first knot job. I think smugly to myself, my hands reaching between my legs to flick my pounding clitoris.

Ronan nearly doubles over me as I moan around his cock—his head dangerously close to impeding my uvula.

Ash, eager to make me cum and to post-orgasm-torture Ronan by proxy—spreads my legs wider apart, getting down on his hands and knees to bury his face in my pussy from behind.

“Goddamn it, I’m never going to get this knot to go down,” Ronan’s voice trembles as I moan around him again—Ash’s tongue helping to carry me closer and closer to the edge of my own orgasm.

He whimpers and whines as his sensitive cock is bombarded by the vibration of my stoppered moans.

Ronan almost screams when I finally cum, my eyes rolled back—my whole body shaking.

When he finally deflates enough for me to part his half-hard cock from my mouth—I sit back on my heels and say, “So whatwas that about me not being ready for your knot?” as innocently as I can manage with remnants of Ronan’s pearly load still dripping from the corner of my lips and Ash’s opalescent cum seeping from my pussy lips into the bath water.

“Remind me to issue you more challenges in the future,” Ronan sighs, exhausted—before offering me a hand and a plush white towel. “But right now, we have to get ready for dinner…and our alphas are going to be pissed when we show up to dinner smelling like fuckin’.” He beams, Ash mockingly pressing his palms together before adding a humorous ‘amen’—rising to help me out of the bath and into the waiting towel.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Ursula

Ash and Ronan did such a thorough job of distracting me, that I didn’t really begin to feel the crushing pressure of the upcoming dinner until I was halfway through my makeup, continuously changing my mind on how to present myself forthe first time to the most important people in my pack members lives.

I agonized over what to wear.

Julian had, of course, packed something for the occasion—but the dress felt far too glamorous, too sensual for this meeting. My parents and my brothers would be there along with the other families and friends—and it would be my first time at Mavren’s restaurant, on display to his coworkers...not to mention all of this mess still being captured on camera.

I take a deep breath and shuffle the heavy garment bag to the back of the wardrobe, shuffling through the other things I’ve unpacked until I hear a soft rapping on the doorframe.

“It’s me,” Lysander calls through the door.

“Come in, darling,” I welcome him, still in the silk velvet dressing gown.

“Sorry we took off while you were napping,” he murmurs against my cheek as he drifts into my arms.

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