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Cooper's deep groans.
Levi's sharper gasps.
Boone's slower breathing as he came down from his high.
And the wet, obscene noises of Nelly's mouth working over my length.
My own breathing grew ragged, my control a brittle thing.
I had never felt so completely, utterly undone. Always, I had been the one in control, the one making decisions, leading the way. But here—on my knees with Nelly's mouth around me and my pack brothers all around us—I was learning the exquisite pleasure of surrender. Of following instead of leading.
And surprisingly, I found I didn't mind at all.
A chain reaction began.
Levi, sweat slicking on his forehead from exertion, timed the strokes of his fingers against Nelly’s sweetest spot with Cooper’s thrusts behind him.
Boone, long arms stretching over Nelly and under Levi’s busy arm, stroked Levi’s shaft eagerly.
Every movement my pack brothers made vibrated up Nelly’s body and added to the intensity of her mouth working my cock.
My fingers remained tangled in her fiery strands, but now they simply rested there, following the bobbing motion of her head.
Where was Wade? I hadn’t even realized he’d disappeared from the fray.
I found him easily, sitting off to the side, lazily stroking himself. His eyes watched Nelly with laser like focus.
The sight of my twin pleasuring himself while watching me receive the most incredible oral sex of my life should have disturbed me. Instead, it felt right. Natural. As if we'd been doing this forever.
My head snapped back down the line of Nelly’s body when I felt, more than saw, Boone shifting, a telltale sign that his knot had begun to deflate. Nelly made a small sound as the connection broke, her body suddenly empty after being so thoroughly filled. My turn had arrived at last. My muscles coiled tight as bowstrings, ready to claim what I'd been denied, but I found myself hesitating. Not from uncertainty or fear, but from a desire to make this moment different from those that had come before. I didn’t want to give her more of the same. A movie on loop that she might be tired of already.
I pulled away from her. Her right hand lifted to gently massage her jaw.
The way she’d sucked me off, it must hurt like hell.
Next time, I’d return the favor.
I reached for her hands, enfolding her delicate fingers in my much larger ones.
My pack brothers instinctively gave us space as I pulled Nelly up to her knees. Her legs trembled slightly, earthquakes left behind by climax after climax.
Instead of positioning myself between her legs as my brothers had, I stretched out on my back across the rough blankets, never releasing her hands, keeping her tethered to me. The fabric against my skin was scratchy and coarse, and I regretted that there’d been nothing better in the barn. Her delicate body must be irritated from the roughness.
I tugged gently, guiding her toward me without forcing the movement.
"I want you on top," I said, the words feeling strange in my mouth. How many times in my life had I taken charge, set the pace, made the decisions that others followed? Yet here I was, deliberately ceding control, asking to be led rather than to lead.
Surprise flickered across Nelly's features, quickly replaced by flooding lust that made my cock twitch. She moved with the natural grace of a dancer, one long leg swinging over my body until she straddled my hips. Her copper hair caught light streaming through the damaged roof, creating a halo effect. Looking up at her was like gazing at a damn angel.
She rose up on her knees, one hand reaching between us to grasp my length. The touch of her fingers almost made me come, that’s how close I was to losing it. I watched, ready to detonate, as she positioned me at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her slick heat. Our eyes locked as she began to lower herself, taking me inch by agonizing inch.
Sweet Jesus, she was tight despite having taken four of us already. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, using the pain to distract myself from the overwhelming urge to thrust upward, to bury myself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. But this was her show now. I'd given her the reins, and I'd be damned if I took them back.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she settled fully onto me, her body adjusting to my size. A soft sound escaped her, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and I felt it resonate in my chest.My hands found her hips, not guiding, just steadying her as she began to move.
She started slow, rising and falling in a rhythm as deliberate as a heartbeat. Each upward movement revealed more of my length, slick and glistening with her arousal, before she took me deep again. The sight of where we joined, of my cock disappearing into her body, was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced.
As she found her confidence, her pace quickened. Her breasts bounced with each movement, drawing my gaze to their perfect curves, the dusky pink of her nipples pebbled with arousal. I reached up to cup their weight in my palms, thumbs brushing across the sensitive peaks. She arched into the touch, a gasp falling from her lips.
