Page 43 of Break The Ice

I’m hoisted higher, and then Raider moves forward. Wren touches his fingers to the inside of my thighs and glides them up.

“So silky soft.”

I clench my thighs, trying to squirm or close my legs or something, but Raider’s grip is firm. He moves forward a fraction more, and Wren leans in and brushes his lips, butterfly soft, against the skin he just touched.

With each moment, he gets closer before backing off.

“Would you like me to show you what you need to do?” Raider asks pleasantly.

Wren looks up and arches an eyebrow. “Don’t be impatient, Raider. Half the fun is in the journey.”

I mean, he’s not wrong, but I wish he’d journey quicker.

Wren touches his lips to one side and the other. He’s so close I can feel the heat of his breath on my pussy. I clench, and he pauses and looks down.

“Raider, she’s dripping for us.”

My face flames, and I’m about to end this and go and fix myself, when he suddenly pushes his face into my pussy and stabs his tongue into me. I moan, arching up, but these alphas are remorseless. His fingers bite into my thighs, forcing me even wider.

Wren pulls back and licks up to my clit before circling it with his tongue. I whimper right up until he draws it into his mouth and sucks.

I throw my head back against Raiders’ chest and scream silently. It’s too much stimulation and not enough. I need more.

“Raider, please.”

“Not yet,” he rasps in my ear. It’s only then that I feel the hard erection pressed against the small of my back.

I whimper.

“Ooh, something happened that you like,” Wren murmurs into my cunt. The vibrations of his words cause me to flinch. He returns to licking, ignoring my protesting whine.

“Are you going to beg yet, Jailbird?”

“Not fucking begging,” I growl.

“Oh, I reckon I could make you,” Raider growls. “It would be my crowning accomplishment.”

He punctuates each word with a small thrust, pushing me onto Wren’s face.

I roll my hips, urgently chasing the cresting wave of pleasure, but Wren pulls back. He keeps a hand on my inner thigh and smiles at me with slitted eyes.

The abrupt halt has me falling away from the cliff.

“Wren!”

“That’s close to begging,” Raider hisses and jostles me.

I let out a shrill cry when his fingers brush through my folds.

“Oh, yeah, she’s so wet.”

Wren lays back on the bed with his legs hanging off. I’m placed so I’m straddling his head.

I look back, unsure. I’ve never, no one has ever…Raider grips my hips and urges me down, chuckling darkly.

“Sit on my face, convict.”

I hiss. “Stop calling me that.”

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