Page 120 of Scrum Heat

I try not to chuckle when he inhales like she’s burned him.

“I—” he starts, voice rough. “You just—you're still—”

“She’s fine,” I say, brushing her hair back. “Aren’t you, sweetheart? A little shaky.Verysmug. Insatiable, apparently. But fine.”

Frankie laughs softly, breathless. “He’s right—I am. And I want you, Rory.Please.”

And that’s all it takes.

He kneels on the bed, directly in front of her now. He’s flushed, his muscles tense like he’s ready to runorfall apart.

But when she reaches for the waistband of his shorts and presses a kiss to his abdomen?

Hebreaks.

His hands move to her shoulders, and all I can do is watch as his thumbs stroke slow circles at the base of her neck. She eases his cock free from his shorts, her hand wrapping around him with a soft, eager grip.

“Jesus,” he breathes. “Frankie…”

“Tell her what you want,” I murmur, resting my chin on her shoulder. “She’s fuckingbrilliantat following instructions.”

Frankie grins—grins, the absolute menace—and moves her head forward so that she can lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before taking the head of him into her mouth.

Rorychokes.

One hand shoots to the headboard like he needs to physically anchor himself, the other fisting in the sheets.

“F-fuck,” he mutters. “You don’t have to—”

“Shewantsto,” I say, lazily rocking my hips just the tiniest bit inside her, making her moan around him. “Don’t you, sweetheart?”

She hums in response—mouth full, throat swallowing around Rory’s cock—and I can see the way that the sounddestroyshim.

His hips twitch, his head drops back, and for a second, he looks gloriously wrecked.

Ruined by the girl we both can’t stop wanting.

I run a hand down Frankie’s side as she works him slowly, teasing at first, then deeper, sloppier. The heat of it rises fast between all of us—her mouth, my knot, Rory’s control hanging by a thread.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmur in her ear. “So fucking pretty with your mouth full of alpha cock.”

She moans again, and I swear Rory nearly loses it.

“Frankie,” he rasps. “I’m not—fuck, I’m not going to last if you—”

“She doesn’t want you to,” I say, all wicked warmth. “She wants you to let go. Doesn’t she?”

Frankie pulls back just long enough to gasp, “Yes. Want to taste you—please, Rory—”

And then she takes him again, deeper this time, cheeks hollowing, eyes fluttering closed.

Rory swears, filthy and ragged, hands trembling where they grip the sheets. Frankie’s mouth moves over him with the kind of intent that should be illegal; humming around his cock, her thighs still trembling from what I’ve done to her, and her fingers stroke along his shaft like she’s never wanted anything more.

My cock twitches at the sounds she’s making and at the sight of Rory unraveling, desperate and awestruck as he looks down at her like he doesn’t know how the hell he ended up lucky enough to be in this room. I can feel it—herthrough the bond, lighting me up from the inside. Her joy, her hunger, the way she loves being worshipped and watched, how much shewantshim, wants this, wantsus.

And fuck, I want her to have everything.

I lean in close to her ear.

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