Page 122 of Scrum Heat

“Oh,fuck, yes,” I groan, hips twitching. “Look at you: my perfect little slut. Taking it so pretty. You’re gonna have every one of us wrapped around your fingers by the time this night’s over.”

She moans again—aroundme—and my whole bodyjerks.

“JesusChrist,” I mutter, throwing my head back against the headboard. “Rory, if you don’t fuck her right now, Iwill.”

Frankie laughs around my cock, and I groan.

“Seriously: she’s ready, Cap,” I say, voice hoarse, unable to pull my gaze away from watching her cheeks hollow around my cock. “Make her yours.”

And Rory doesn’t answer—he just moves.

The mattress dips as he moves behind her again. I hear the change in his breathing before I see anything; then he lines himself up behind her, thick fingers parting her sweet omega cunt. Even from where I’m sitting, I canhearhow wet she still is; how swollen and soft and fuckinginviting.

The second he presses in—just the tip—Frankie gasps around me, and I almost come again right then and there.

“F-fuck,” Rory chokes, hips stuttering.

She lets my cock slip from her mouth with a wetpop, head dropping sideways into the sheets as she moans.

“Please, Rory. Mygod—”

Rory growls: a low, guttural sound I didn’t know he was capable of. It hits me right in the gut, becausefuck, I’ve waited a long time to see this man finally lose control. He leans over her slowly, deliberately, the weight of his body pressing into her back. His hands curl around her ribs, fingers splayed wide as he steadies himself—steadyingher—while he sinks in deeper.

Inch by careful inch; stretching her wide, claiming her in slow, wrecking increments.

The sound of it isobscene—wet, slick, sharp little gasps against sweat-damp sheets. Frankie’s whole body arches with it, hipslifting to take more, her thighs trembling as she pushes back against him.

Andthat’swhat undoes him.

I watch as he slams in, hard and deep, and Iswearthe air shifts. His careful rhythm disappears and is replaced with raw, primal thrusts that make the entire mattress shake. Rory’s breath turns ragged, teeth gritted as he buries himself over and over in her tight little cunt, wrecked by the way she opens for him.

Frankie cries out, her voice cracking as she turns her head to the side, face half-hidden against the sheets.

But oh: I can’t have that. Not now.

I reach for her, fingers back in her hair and use my grip there to tilt her face back toward me. Her dark eyes are hazy, lashes wet, mouth parted and pink andperfect.

I guide her closer again, brushing her lips across the tip of my cock.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I murmur, voice thick with praise and want. “You’re doing so fucking well—don’t stop now.”

She whimpers, but obeys.

She takes me back into her mouth, slower this time—more instinct than finesse, her lips sliding down over me with a soft, eager hum. Her moans vibrate through my skin as Rory slams into her from behind, and I groan, my hips twitching.

“There she is,” I whisper, threading my fingers into her hair. “My perfect fucking girl. Look at you—taking him so good while you suck me off. You feel full, baby?”

She can’t answer—not with her mouth full of me—but shenods, helpless and honest, drooling around my cock as Rory fucks her harder from behind.

His thrusts get sloppier and rougher. One hand fists in her hair, joining mine, the other grips her hip so tight I know she’ll feel it later. His breath is ragged—almostangrywith how much he’s feeling, how hard he’s holding on.

And then she pulls off me again, gasping—lips wet, cheeks flushed, her whole body shaking.

“Mark me,” she sobs. “Rory.Please.”

Her words hithard, dragged from somewhere primal. I feel it snap through me like a whip as Rory stops for just a second.

His head drops. His hand trembles where it grips her waist.

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