Page 86 of Depraved
A jangling sound fills the air, and then Jonah’s voice sounds a bit smug as he says, “I thought we might need some keys.”
The next few minutes are a blur as Jonah unlocks Black, and the heat takes over my mind, eclipsing all other needs.
I hear Black growl something about the rehearsal dinner at Matthew as he carries me up the stairs—both of us completely nude after shifting—but I’m too busy sucking the mate mark on his neck to listen. Jonah follows us before running ahead to open the door to my attic nest. Black ascends the short flight of stairs into my room, and the very sight of it makes me give off a low purr.
Yes. This is what I want.
My nest. Hot sex with both my mates in my nest.
“Hurry,” I tell Black, glancing back at Jonah. Why aren’t they running? Why haven’t they thrown me on the bed yet? My mates should be servicing me right now.
Slick starts to coat my thighs, and even I’m overcome by my own scent and the dark licorice flavor declaring that I’m ready to be plundered.
I scratch my nails down the back of Black’s neck and give Jonah sultry eyes as he follows us, stripping off his tux jacket. My nipples bead tightly from watching him take off his clothes, and I rub against Black’s chest.
I expect the alpha to toss me right onto the bed, but he doesn’t. Instead, he stops walking halfway through the room and sets me down on the uneven boards of the wooden floor.
“Stay there and don’t touch yourself,” he orders, and my eyes drift up from his swollen cock, from the knot that’s slowly filling and bulging, as his thick palms close around the black straps of a sex swing.
Even though I’m panting, almost ready to forget every promise I made to torture Black while we were in that basement, the sight of the swing both thrills and intimidates me a little. It’s one item we haven’t used yet. I stop breathing as I watch him drag his hands over the straps, pulling on them, testing his weight on it.
Anticipation drags my hands over my body, and I pinch my own nipples, breaking his rules.
“Spank her, Jonah.”
I feel Jonah’s body heat as he steps up behind me and his palm smashes down on my ass. Fuck yes. More of that. I want all of him smashing into me.
Black’s eyes flash gold, but the second I take a step toward him, he taunts me. “What happened to all that fire, little wolf? I thought you were going to torture me … let’s see it.”
Oh. Right. Torture.
My mind is so full of sparkling lust that I nearly forgot about the cruel promises I made. But since he reminded me and is egging me on, I turn and head to Jonah, making sure to sway my hips and give Black something to look at.
My beta elite smiles at me and finishes kicking away his boxers as I reach him. I look him over from head to toe, appreciating all those fine muscles, the freckles scattered like constellations along his pale skin, the thick swollen dick staring up at me. But most of all, I love the pure acceptance pouring from his eyes.
I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss his lips. Softly first, just brushing our mouths over one another. But my heat won’t stand for that, and soon I’m using my tongue to show him exactly what I want him to do to me.
Panting, I break the kiss to move closer and rub my body along his, dragging my sensitized nipples over his torso as I whisper, “This is all because of you, Jonah.”
My humble mate shakes his head. “No. It’s because of you.” But then his tenderness morphs. I watch the gentle look in his eyes fade as lust overshadows it. One of his hands lifts, and he starts to knead my ass, right over the spot where he spanked it. My skin lights up with sensation, and I hook one of my legs over his hip, shamelessly grinding into him.
His eyes fly over to Black, watching the alpha stare at us. I can feel the weight of that stare, and it makes it even hotter. I tilt my head and let my tongue dart out to swipe over Jonah’s mate mark.
Black growls.
Instead of the sound making Jonah duck his head like it might have at one point, now the noise just makes him grin. But, unlike me, the beta elite doesn’t antagonize our alpha. He includes him. “What should I do to her, Alpha? What is it you really fucking want to do right now?”
“Suck those tits,” Black orders.
I gasp when Jonah bends to comply, his warm lips latching onto a nipple and gently sucking. He turns me sideways a bit to ensure Black gets the best view possible. Then he uses his mouth to tug on me, stretching and pulling hard before releasing and swirling his tongue along the soft skin around the edge of my areola.
My toes curl, and my fingers drift down to my slit, dragging along the edge, feeling how wet I am, teasing myself.
Jonah slaps my hand away, surprising me.
“Fuck. Fuck. That’s hot as hell, but I also want to bash your head in and take your place,” Black tells Jonah.
I turn and narrow my eyes at him. “Neither of you takes the other’s place,” I say. I mean it for this, but also for everything else. “I need both of you.”
