Page 73 of In Control

“Me,” she says, hoisting up her skirt and then shimmying her underwear down her legs. She kicks away her knickers and then rolls back to lie on the countertop, spreading her legs wide for Roman.

“Fuck,” the two of us mutter in unison, and it takes every drop of willpower I have not to barge my packmate out the way and feast on the woman myself.

Instead, I have to contend with watching as Ro grips the edge of the counter top and leans down, swallowing the whole of her pussy into his mouth.

She whimpers, her spine arching, her chin tipping right back. She looks like a piece of artwork. Something I ought to photograph and hang in a gallery for the world to admire.

“Gabriel is going to be pretty mad he missed out on this.”

“Where is he?” Sophia moans.

“Rehearsals.” I watch as my packmate’s head bobs between her legs, and her thighs shake. I decide I want to eat my dinner off this woman. Fuck the takeaway.

I open the fridge and smile when I discover what’s inside.

Strawberries and cream. I grab the punnet and the carton to the sounds of her moans and walk them back over to where she’s all spread out.

“Undo your shirt, sweetheart.”

A little crease forms between her brows. This one really hates being told what to do and I love it.

“Come on now, do as you’re told. It’ll be worth your while.”

Still scowling at me as she bites down on her lip, stifling more delicious noises, she unbuttons her blouse and lets it fall open, revealing the lacy bra beneath, the pink of her nipples visible through the material.

I skim my thumb around the cup of the bra, then yank it down, finding her nipple stiff. Lifting the container of cream, she sees too late what I’m going to do, her eyes going wide. I pour, letting the thick, cool, liquid drizzle between her breasts, over her ribs and down her stomach.

“Ro?” I say.

And with a grunt he lifts his head, his chin a mess of spit and arousal. I keep pouring and she squeals.

“She was already sweet,” Ro says, before he returns to his feast, taking a strawberry with him. He dips it between her legs and swirls it around her entrance. Her eyes go wider still.

I take a strawberry too and drag it through the cream between her breasts, before I use it to paint the delicate areola of her nipple. It creases and I take a bite of the fruit, snapping my teeth through the fleshy fruit before offering the rest to Sophia.

Her eyes are closed now and her mouth making little ‘oh’ sounds, her fingers tightening in Ro’s hair.

“Open your mouth,” I tell her and she’s so close to coming there’s no resistance. She parts her lips for me like a good girl, and I place the strawberry in her mouth. Her eyes begin to flutter open. “No, sweetheart, keep your eyes shut. That’s it, good girl. Is he making you feel nice? Is his tongue making you feel good?”

“Hmmm,” she moans around the strawberry and my fingers.

“Yeah, like that, suck, sweetheart.”

She sucks harder, the strawberry dissolving in her mouth, until she’s slurping on my fingers. I bend down and drag her nipple between my teeth, eyes flicking down to Ro, his tongue swirling around and around her sensitive nub as he teases her entrance with the strawberry.

When she comes, her spine arches a second time, crushing her tit against my mouth, and she bites on my fingers, the pain sending a thrill right down to my cock.

Then we forget all about dinner, skipping straight to dessert. Roman scoops her into his arms and marches her through to the bedroom where we all strip off our clothes. Sophia’s gaze skips between me and Roman, our gazes remain fixed on hers. She’s still smothered in cream, drips of it racing down her body, and as soon as my boxers are off, I'm diving for her, licking and sucking every inch of her. Roman joins me, and we’re like two hungry wolves devouring her body. Soon I’m where Roman was, between her legs, wanting to make her come like he did, but I find the cream has run right to her back hole and I decide I want to eat her there.

I lap at her tight hole, raising my eyes, to peer up her beautiful body and finding her mouth full of Ro’s cock.

God, I want to fuck her. God, I want to fuck her with my packmate. I want to fuck her with Ro while she sucks on Gabe’s dick.

The possibilities are endless. We can do so many things to her. Pleasure her in so many ways. Make her feel so good, she’ll want to join our pack forever.

The thought has my heart swelling. I may have spilled my guts in theatre today, but this blossoming idea of mine hasn’t been shared with the rest of the pack yet.

But I want it. I want her. She’s exactly what our pack needs.

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