Page 27 of Stormbinder King
“She can’t wait to be. . .serviceduntil later?” he growled. “I’m trying to eat dinner, and I don’t need her leaking all over the table.”
“Look away if you can’t stand it,” Jack said coolly. “No, she can’t wait.Smellher.”
I felt humiliated and shamed by the look on Symeon’s face, the way his nostrils flared. A fated mate wastheircustom, not mine!
But I was so desperate for release, I couldn’t wait any longer, and I ducked down and fell awkwardly between Jack’s spread legs.
Drool pooled in my mouth because just the smell of him meant I could taste the relief.
But I wished I had worn a longer skirt, because in this submissive position on my knees I felt my ass press against the fabric. My round cheeks must be visible to everyone around.
This was beyond embarrassing, but when I felt Jack’s fingers curl around the binding tattoo on my shoulder, I didn’t care as I felt warm heat throb through my body. Even through the layers of fabric, I could still feel it.
My pussy felt so heavy and swollen with need that I wanted to weep.
Jack’s eyes raked down me, and I could feel his cock was hard. I drew it out, feeling a flush over my face as I held it in my hands, the thick length making my nipples tighten painfully in my dress. I felt the tips of two of his fingers tighten on my shoulder, pressing down on my tattoo, and I began to feel slick heat pump from my pussy, wetness soaking down my legs.
The position I was in meant the King could seeeverything, and I heard him snort as drops of arousal rolled to my knees.
I wrapped my lips around Jack’s cock, the pressure on my protective tattoo making the drool pool in my mouth, begin to spill from the corners of my lips.
A chair squeaked behind me, and I didn’t dare look around, but then I heard Symeon’s hard voice.
“You, over here! Get on my cock.”
And I heard the sounds of someone else in the Pack eagerly falling on her knees to service the King.
I only turned my attention to Jack.
His caressing hand stroked my long hair as I eagerly laved at his cock, palming his heavy balls.
I hummed in pleasure as I felt how engorged his balls were.
I wanted that cum inside me. God, I could almost taste it. Drool was dripping down my chin as I felt my pussy pulsate.
“Do a good job and I’ll take care of you faster,” Jack said teasingly, and I hurried to obey, sinking down onto my thighs so I could take his cock deeper, my lips burning from his size.
Could I come just from giving him a blowjob?
I trembled on the edge of everything, my need so acute I was dripping with sweat, groaning in denied ecstasy.
“Faster,” Symeon’s harsh voice grated out, and I heard the mewls of whichever shifters were servicing him.
Jack’s cock pulsed on the back of my tongue, filling my mouth with the pillowy clouds of his cum, and I swallowed it down eagerly, little moans spilling from my mouth.
Jack laughed again, his voice rough.
“What an eager little mate. Always so thirsty for me.”
He pulled me up and settled me on his lap. Jack was so virile he was almost always hard right away, and it took two or three releases to satisfy him.
I groaned as I finally felt his cock press inside my dripping walls.
Jack’s chair scraped sideways and I realized somewhere in my lust-driven brain that he was turning so his brother could see how he was taking me.
But I didn’t care, grinding down desperately on him, already feeling an orgasm bearing down on me.
My eyes closed tight to avoid the feel of the King’s vicious glare and I came with a loud cry, sobbing with relief as the orgasm hit me like a rolling fire, burning through the painful, aching need and leaving me naked and exposed.
