Page 39 of Song Bird Hearts

Wolf’s hand curls tightly in my hair as I lean forward and flick my tongue over the head of his cock. He hisses through his teeth.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Your throat has waited for this. For me.”

My lips close around him, slow and sure, and then I’m sinking deeper, swallowing him as he gently strokes inside.

Beside me, Gilden chuckles low before leaning in, his tongue licking up the shaft where I haven’t reached yet. I jerk in surprise and pleasure, my pussy immediately leaking at the thought of what’s about to happen, of what could happen. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

Gilden’s hand brushes against mine, holding on, as we begin to work in rhythm, alternating just like they’d done with me.

Wolf doesn’t speak at first. He doesn’t have to. His low groans and his hand tightening in my hair—hell, the way his hips subtly roll forward—it all tells me what I want to know.

I take Wolf deeper, drool sliding from my lips, his taste flooding my tongue. When I pull back, gasping, Gilden leans in and takes my place, his lips wrapping around the head, moaning around him.

Wolf looks down at us both, his eyes telling me he’s pleased by what he sees. But it’s not enough. Not when we’ve been dancing around this for days.

“Enough,” Wolf growls, and pulls free with a groan. He grabs me under my arms and drags me up onto his lap, letting me straddle him while he takes a seat on the log. “Time for you to let me consume you completely, little star.”

Then he lines himself up and thrusts deep inside me. He sinks inside me with a groan that vibrates through his chest.

I cry out, my hands bracing against his shoulders, my body stretched open around the thick, unrelenting length of him. He fills me like he belongs there, like my body has waited for this.

“So tight,” he groans out, his eyes locked on mine. “So wet.”

I rock my hips once, experimentally, and his head drops back with a growl.

“Do that again,” he warns, “and I’ll ruin you right here.”

“That’s the idea,” I breath, before grinding down on him harder.

Wolf’s hands clench at my hips, guiding me into a rhythm that is anything but gentle. I rise and fall, over and over, until the sounds echoing around us are obscene. Slick, panting, broken gasps tangle with my moans and the slap of skin against skin.

Gilden kneels beside us, watching with dark eyes, one of his hands stroking down my spine like he can’t help himself.

“That’s a goddamn view,” he mutters, mesmerized.

I turn toward him, breathless, my body wound tight.

“You just gonna watch?” I croak.

“Not if you don’t want me to,” Gilden answers, already leaning in.

He kisses my shoulder first, then my collarbone, and when I don’t stop him, his mouth moves to my breast, licking, sucking, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper.

Wolf watches it all, eyes half-lidded, teeth clenched.

“Touch her again,” he commands Gilden, his voice ragged. “And I want you kissing me next.”

I moan helplessly at the sound of that.

Gilden smirks and leans in, catching Wolf’s mouth in a kiss that starts teasing and turns hungry. I keep riding Wolf through it, the two men kissing underneath me, their bodies sliding against mine, making me feel like the center of the universe.

“I can’t—fuck, I’m close,” I gasp.

Wolf growls into Gilden’s mouth and breaks the kiss to lock eyes with me.

“Then come,” he orders, pulling me down harder. “Come all over my cock while he watches you fall apart.”

That does it. I shatter again, screaming his name, my thighs clenching as my whole body trembles with the orgasm slamming through me. My vision blurs as my nails leave angry red trails down Wolf’s chest. He doesn’t complain, holding me through it all.

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