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My heart did a little happy flip in my chest that made Bo smile so lovingly I nearly cried.
“I agree, darling. Our wolf is beautiful.”
“Would you undress Ollie for us, min lilla gråben?”
Kaspar’s blue and brown eyes landed on me, and his tongue came out to trail over his lips. I knew it to be rough and slick and so clever in my mouth and on my body.
A tiny gasp escaped me when I remembered our first night with him.
Chapter 22
Kaspar
Ollie kept his eyes on my face as I undressed him. I shouldn’t love how filthy he looked with his face covered in Bo’s cum, but fuck, I did.
“Goddess, you’re stunning,” I breathed as I slipped his tight long sleeve shirt over his head. Then, I sank to my knees.
Making myself come before I went to meet Oliver and Bo would have been the sensible choice.
Perhaps I wouldn’t have shuddered as Bo’s thumb traced my lips as they stretched around his husband’s dick.
His taste was so fucking good. I wanted to taste Bo, too. To choke on their cocks. To let them to ruin me.
And I want it now.
Oliver’s eyes dropped heavily to my face. He held onto his husband, for Bo’s reassurance or his own I didn’t know, and then cupped my cheek, his palm warm and possessive.
“So pretty, with your mouth around my cock. That’s it, open up for me.”
I whimpered and did what he said. He pushed his head deeper down my throat and groaned softly when I swallowed.
“Yes,” I tried to say but choked on his length.Yes. Fuck, yes. Just fucking move. Take my mind off mundane things and just let me feel.
“Stop holding back, älskling.” The Troll hugged his husband from behind. “Can’t you see Kas is desperate for your cock?”
I nodded around him. “Uh-huh.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. I didn’t know why the fuck I was crying. I’d never been happier or more aroused.
Gentle fingers brushed the wetness off my face, then slipped into my fur, grabbing a fistful. He held me in place as he dragged his dick out and slid it back in, gagging me.
“Oh. God. Yes!” he bit out when I dragged my tongue up his dick on every slide.
Ollie fucked my face faster, little mewls escaping him. He thickened in my mouth, breathing hard and fast.
“Give Kaspar a taste of you, my love!” Bo commanded.
After one more gasping breath, he obeyed and shot his warm load down my throat.
“Oh my God,” he whimpered, pulling his dick out and me to my feet. His kiss was a hungry one.
Hands, twice as big as a human’s, palmed my hips. I shivered and gasped when they shifted to stroke over my dick.
He paused and waited for my nod.
Fucking finally.
Bo hummed when he felt the precum pooling on my slit.
“Oh, did we make you wet?” he asked teasingly. Oliver backed out of the kiss and looked down to watch Bo touching me.
