Page 43 of Reign By Wrath

Thank goodness I was on the pill. Although, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about a little grinning Rafael, mini barking Cato, tiny fighting Lucien, or a sweet chibi smiling Victor. That vision I had of us in the future, it was of a family.

“Ah!”

Wilder took me in his mouth—sucking hard on my poor pebble till his cheeks caved. He rolled his thumb over the other one, rubbing and tweaking it while the other one purred under his tongue.

I melted like butter in the sun, wetness pooling in my middle. My left hand found itself between us too. Slipping beneath, two fingers dipped between my lower lips—matching the pace I was stroking him.

His grunts reverberated through my skin. Mouth warm on me. Fingers rough on me. Cock stiff in my grip. Fingers hitting that spot over and over and over—

My back arched off the hammock, sending us both swinging.

“Whoa,” I cried out, dropping my foot to catch us and immediately jerking it back up as my orgasm ripped through my body. We swayed—nearly dumped out on our backsides, but all I could do was cling to him.

“You’ll come three times before I let you out of this hammock,” he growled. “And the orgasms you give yourself don’t count.”

“Okay with me.”

Wilder slid down, kissing through the valley of my breasts and peppering a trail to my belly button.

Wilder steadied me, strong, firm, and calm, while he braced his foot to keep us still. I brought my knees practically up to my ears, vibrating under the thought of what he’d do next.

A slow, tantalizing lick heated up my pussy, making me half melt into the strings.

“Yes, just like that, baby. Don’t rush.”

“Oh, so you give the orders now?”

I grinned. “I did escape certain death. I earned a little take charge in bed. Or in the hammock.”

“So take charge.” Trapping my gaze, Wilder dipped into my well—coating his tongue with my juices. My belly contracted so painfully I let out an embarrassing squeak. “Give me your orders, Sinclair. Tell me what to do. Tell me exactly what you want.”

“I take it back.”

He laughed. “How can you be shy after all the things you’ve done with us? You left behind the blushing-virgin bit months ago.”

“I did not,” I cried, covering my face. “I am still very much blushing. You guys have so much experience, and I only have experience being with you.”

“That’s all the experience you need. Talk to me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

“Okay. Do...” My face heated up hotter than a wildfire. “Do that again.”

“Do what again?” Again he held me captive, locking eyes while he slowly licked my pussy like a scoop of ice cream. “This?”

I dropped my head back, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes, please.”

Wilder took his time eating every inch of me out.

I came hard—giving him orgasm number one, quick and dirty.

His smirk found me from between his legs. “What do you want me to do next?”

“Fuck me!”

“Whatever you say.”

It was awkward having two people in a hammock, let alone the two of them doing what we were doing. That didn’t slow down Wilder.

He slid me down and draped my legs over the sides. He didn’t mess around with trying to stay in the hammock and rose like a tripod with the third leg...

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