Page 66 of Her Psycho Beasts

“How many times do I have to fucking say it?” I growl.

Smack.

I moan loudly again, the pain not even registering when I want their skin on mine this badly.

Scythe’s hand soothes my ass, before he rubs his fingers down my sex. I cry out, gripping his calf, digging my fingers in.

“Please!” I beg.

“So wet, regina,” Scythe murmurs, before plunging two fingers into my pussy.

I scream, coming instantly, shaking against him as my pussy floods with release. I buck against Scythe, fucking his fingers because I need to feel him and have him, and if his fingers are all he’s giving me, then I’m fucking taking that for all it’s worth.

“Fuck!” Savage groans.

I don’t even care what I look like as I find my pleasure, writhing on Scythe’s lap. But Savage can’t take it anymore, because suddenly, I’m wrenched away from Scythe, flying through the air again, strong arms wrapped around me, a growl tearing through the air and something about “completely wasting his turn”. I’m all but tossed onto the floor on my back with Savage, roughly shoving my legs apart and impaling me on his thick, erect cock.

We both cry out and my back bows completely off the black hardwood floor as Savage puts his teeth around my jugular and fucks me, hard and fast.

It’s exactly what I want and I’m loud in declaring it so.

I cling onto him, digging my fingernails into the hard muscle of his back as the sound of him slapping into my gushing body makes my eyes roll upwards. It’s then that Savage grabs me around the waist and rolls me on top of him.

“Let him see,” Savage whispers hoarsely into my ear. “Let him see that he’s missing fucking the most perfect woman in the universe.”

Understanding exactly what he means, I don’t push myself upwards, and instead press myself against him, bracing my hands on his large biceps, and bounce my ass on his girth. Savage moans, gripping my ass with both hands and spreading me open meeting me thrust for thrust. My clit hits him with each downward movement and those golden tendrils of pleasure winding their way through my body explode in a shower of pleasure.

“Regina,” Savage moans. “Oh fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck. Take me. Take me.”

He comes, holding me close and growling in my ear.Finally, I am filled and the sensation of my wolf’s warm cum exploding into me, burst after burst, makes me kiss him hard.

“I missed you so much,” he groans around my tongue.

I don’t have the time to tell him in words, so I just tell him with my mouth.

When Savage pulls himself out of me, it’s slow and with a gush of our combined fluids. He rolls so that I’m under him once more, then proceeds to rip off the top of my beautiful gown, exposing my breasts.

With a look of pure male satisfaction, he rolls off to standing, leaving me naked and spread-eagled on the floor.

Lyle and Scythe haven’t moved positions, and now they stare hungrily at my presented pussy. I bend one knee, letting them see even more of me.

Perhaps Xander was right about me being an exhibitionist.

My hand trails down my neck to my right breast and I squeeze the plump mound before moving lower to rub my aching, wet clit. My other hand finds my left breast and I writhe on the floor. “More,” I moan to the room, then to myself, “Why do I need more?”

Lyle and Scythe only glance at each other once before Lyle throws down two pillows and lunges for me.

“You want more, my pretty little regina?” He grabs me around the waist like a doll and hauls me onto my hands and knees, the pillows conveniently cushioning my joints. I wiggle my ass, craving to be filled again. There is a raging hunger in my veins that won’t be quenched byanyamount of cum, and I want every drop of them emptied into me.

But it’s not until Scythe descends to his knees in front of me that I realise what’s happening. What is about to happento me.

Lyle and Scythe want to take me together.

“You should see the look on your face, regina,” Savage chuckles from where he lies on his side on the poker table, his head propped up on one hand, stroking his already hardening cock with the other.

I barely have time to respond because Scythe is now undoing his belt and I have to watch both his movements and feel the head of Lyle’s massive crown demanding at my entrance.

Lyle leans down and drapes my hair on the other side of my neck, allowing him to kiss my mating mark, easing himself into me at the same time. I let out a choked sound, squeezing my eyes shut against the familiar sweet, sweet burn of Lyle’s first thrust.

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