Page 283 of Rage

Itug at the restraints against my wrists, trying to keep my wits about me as the force of my impending heat takes over.

Ewan assured me he would start things before Drake came home to keep me sane, to ensure I was already fucking him when the murderer walked in. I may not know a ton about heats yet, but I am fully aware of what I felt earlier, and being in that state of mind is not good for me right now. Not when I have people counting on me. So if it means I need to have an orgasm in front of the man who killed my other mate in cold blood? So be it.

I arch my back as Ewan drags his tongue over my nipple, making it pebble in response.

“Don’t get yourself too worked up,” Florian reminds him, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.

“Speak for yourself,” Ewan remarks with a grin, glancing back at Florian who is already rock hard just watching us.

After speaking to Drake on the phone and informing him of the reaction I’d been having to the men, he allowed Florian to leave the basement and tend to me in Ewan’s room. But Drake was very clear—neither of them were allowed to fuck me or let themselves get carried away before he got here. Instead, theywere to get me ready and primed for him, make it so that I am aching and needy, begging him to give me his knot.

Those were his exact words.

Fucking prick.

I’m finding anger is coming a lot quicker the more time I spend with these wolves. Anger that I haven’t felt in a while. Anger at the people who raised me to be this meek girl, fury at the men who hurt me and shamed me into staying that way, and rage at the man who killed someone I was meant to love before I ever had the chance.

“Ivy?” Florian asks as Ewan trails his tongue down my abdomen and inches closer to my pussy.

It pulses in time with my fast-beating heart, and I stare over into his eyes.

“He’s going to be here any minute. Are you ready?”

“More than ready,” I pant when Ewan’s tongue flicks across my clit, sending an electric sensation through my entire body. “More,” I breathe as he continues licking and sucking.

The feeling is so intense, like I’m turning into a live wire. But it’s not enough. My body is craving more. So much more.

I cry out when he sucks hard on me, and Florian gets up from his seat, coming to stand next to where I’m restrained on the bed. “We can give you more. What do you want, love?”

Ewan shakes his head. “You’re playing with fire,” he tells Florian who just grins in response.

“Might as well go out with a bang,” Florian declares as he unbuttons his pants, dropping them and letting his massive cock spring free.

“Oh shit,” I breathe, aware that I feel like someone else has possessed my body as I lick my lips, waiting for him to come closer.

Florian’s grin widens. “Open up, love.”

As he slides his cock between my lips, Ewan sucks on me, lathing his tongue over my clit and slipping two fingers inside of me. He curls them, making me arch my back. Florian pushes himself farther down my throat, and I hear the gurgle that comes out of me. He reaches out and flicks his fingers over my nipples while Ewan speeds up, thrusting his fingers in and out with force while he sucks harder. I hollow my cheeks around Florian, and he curses just as waves of pleasure crash over me.

I try to cry out, but Florian grabs my head, keeping me in place as he continues to thrust his hips forward. My orgasm just keeps coming, flooding my system and making every single fiber of my being ache for more. Gagging on Florian, I swallow as best I can around him, and my eyes roll back as Ewan breeches my entrance, pushing his engorged cock inside of me.

“Shit, Ewan,” Florian gasps. “You said you weren’t going to fuck her yet.”

Glancing over, I see Ewan grinning down at me. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re fucking gorgeous like this, Ivy. Stuffed full of both of us.”

Something in his words sets me off even more, and I suck harder on Florian while Ewan fucks me slowly. His knot rubs up against me, causing a second orgasm to flow through me, slower and not as intense as the last one, but no less fantastic.

“Oh, gods!” Florian cries out as warmth spreads through my mouth, and I swallow as quickly as I can, gulping down his sweet release. “That’s it, baby,” he coos, even as cum drips from the corners of my mouth.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The voice that echoes through the room sends a chill through my entire body, and everyone around me stills. Ewan stops thrusting inside of me, but doesn’t pull out, and Florian’s cock slides from my mouth as I turn my head to face him.

My head is still foggy, filled with the scent of my mates around me, and my brain is warring with me to keep going, my hips lifting slightly despite the danger present in the room. Ewan glances back at me when I lift my hips and winks quickly before flicking his gaze back to Drake. I take the cue, my brain buzzing with pleasure, but still with it enough to remember what Ewan told me.

I moan, letting the sound fall from my lips and not bothering to hide the fact that my cheeks are streaked in Florian’s cum. Bucking my hips up to Ewan, he slowly thrusts again, not breaking eye contact with Drake. I close my eyes and hum in pleasure, trying to keep my wits about me.

“Stop!” Drake yells, but Ewan continues.

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