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"Yes—" She cut herself off with a groan and gripped my hips. "Harder, Mason! Harder! Please! Please, Mason!"

"Whatever you want, baby."

Leaning over the table with a grin, he clamped his hands on her shoulders to hold her in place as he drove into her, making her moan and tighten her hold on me.

"Jay, you heard our girl," he growled. "Give her what she wants."

I left one hand to cradle the back of her head so it didn't bounce into the edge of the table. Then I used my free hand to tap my tip against her lips.

Her pink tongue darted out and swirled around it, licking up the pre-cum like a curious cat. She even purred a little as she tasted it, then opened her mouth wide. I couldn't see her eyes in this position, and I worried about my balls hitting her in the face.

And then there was her slender neck, so utterly vulnerable in this position.

"Are you sure you want all that in your face, sweetness?" I half-joked.

"Yes," she moaned.

Butterflies rioted in my stomach as I read the truth in her eyes and heard it in her voice.

"You link me the second it gets too much. Or you can just tap my leg, okay?"

"Okay," she whimpered, then opened her mouth again.

Made hesitant by worry, I guided my tip just past her lips, then dropped my hand and let her take it from there.

And take it she did.

Almost all of it, too.

She swallowed me right down her throat and sucked hard, trying to draw me in even deeper. Her fingernails dug into my hips and pulled me closer when I would have hesitated.

Move, Jayden, she demanded in the link.Move like Mason is.

I knew what she wanted and, by the moon, I wanted the same! Those soft, warm lips wrapped around me and sucked again, and this time I let her until she gagged a little and her fingers tapped my sides. Immediately, I backed up until only my tip was inside her mouth. I would have pulled all the way out, but she stopped me.

No, don't, but maybe not so deep, she said in a rueful tone.

"Maybe not," I agreed as my fingers caressed the side of her face. "Let me lead, baby. I know you're needy, but trust me, okay?"

Okay, she gasped, then Mase arched his back and drilled her faster and she was beyond words.

I pushed back into her mouth, so anxious about hurting her neck that I didn't realize Wyatt was trying to hand me something until he gave up and just knelt next to me. By the time I understood what he wanted, he'd already shoved a small pillow between the back of her head and the edge of the table.

"Thanks," I murmured, but still kept one hand on the back of her neck.

"I'm going to reposition. Hang on." Mase stood up, then waited until I pulled out of her mouth to haul her closer to him before he hovered over her and clamped his hands on the table, his thick wrists holding her shoulders in place. "That should help."

I had no idea how he was able to form rational sentences and still plow her like a beast, but I nodded to show I understood. I re-entered her mouth slowly and gently, quite the contrast with whathewas doing. Since I didn't like the thought of my balls smacking into her eyes, I reached down with my free hand and held them against my thigh. It was a little weird to not have them swinging freely, but at least I got the bonus of being able to massage them, although I would have preferred Posy's hand doing that.

Speaking of her hands, they left my hips to grip Mason's biceps, and Ash and Wyatt couldn't stand it any longer. They slipped their heads between her and Mase to attack her breasts, their greedy mouths sucking her nipples like hungry babies. She gripped handfuls of their hair as frantic little noises of want and need ripped out of her. Mase huffed in annoyance at our brothers, but kept up his deep thrusts, and she came the second Wyatt's fingers found her little gem and tickled it, her long, low moan raising goosebumps on my skin.

As she sent strong pulses of pleasure through the mate bond, I stopped worrying so much and began to enjoy myself, thrusting in and out of her mouth faster, but going no deeper than we'd already established.

At the same time, her mouth clamped around me, and I could tell by his expression that her tight walls were gripping Mase, too, but he was better at holding out than I was. My balls tightened in my hand as her plump lips milked me, and I figured I'd better ask her how she felt about me coming in her mouth.

"Sweetness, I'm so close," I warned her. "Do you want it in your mouth or on your face? Or somewhere else? Or none of the above?"

Mouth, she linked me.

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