Page 137 of The Piece You Stole

I stroke harder, squeezing myself tighter as I choke down my groans. In my mind, it isn’t my hands stroking my dick, it’s Saige’s tight sheath gripping and releasing me.

Fuck, I need to stop. I shouldn’t be doing this now.

But I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not when I can hear Kade and Aden’s groans merging with Saige’s loud moans.

Kade is inside her now. Her slick channel is grasping him, tight as a fist, just as it would grip me, her muscles rippling as her body adjusts to my size.

Maybe she’d turn a little. She’d want to see the man taking her. Her eyes, those shadowed blue orbs, would pierce me right through my soul like a lightning strike. I’d grip her delicate hips as my body loomed over hers, slamming deeper and harder until her petite body swallowed every inch of me.

“Dariel,” she’d breathe, my name falling from her lips like a honeyed prayer. Needy. Hungry.

I’d move faster, parting her cheeks as I drove into her, over and over, teeth gritted as sweat poured off my body.

Her eyes would widen, and she’d gasp just…just like she’s gasping now.

I’m a big man all over so it would take a while, minutes to bury every inch of myself inside her until my balls were slapping her pussy with each surge. And all the while, Aden would thrust inside her. Sensing how close Aden was, or maybe Saige’s hungry moans would give Kade all the clues he needed that she was close. He’d cross the room, find his place within the bed, and turn Saige’s head to him.

He’d press the tip of his cock to her sweet lips, holding himself there as we all stared down at this woman who was ours as much as we were hers.

She’d swallow him. Kade’s head would tip back as a soft prayer—or curse—dripped from his lips.

And then we’d all move. Together. We’d find that perfect rhythm we all know so well. We’d teach it to Saige.

No.

She would know.

No.

Shewould set the rhythm, and we’d match her pace. We’d read the signs of her body and adjust, fast, then harder, then deeper until we were pounding into her, throwing her into climax after climax.

Kade would fist his hand in her hair, holding her as he cursed and growled his way through his release, spilling himself deep in her throat. Aden would groan, stroke her hips, her breasts, hold her still as he strained and fought to bury himself even deeper into her slick pussy.

I pump myself harder. Flesh slaps against flesh. Desperate now. I grit my teeth as pressure builds in the base of my cock and works its way down my thighs. Fuck, I’m close.

A desperate, strangled scream cuts through the silence. The sound of a woman climaxing so hard she doesn’t care who hears her.

I choke back my growl as come shoots from me and hits a tree, an almost endless stream of it. The pleasure is almost painful. Fuck, I never want it to stop.

Breathing hard, I press my brow on the tree, still stroking, slowly now, as I ease myself down from my hard climax, the way Aden and Kade must be easing Saige as she shudders and gasps.

I don’t know how long I lean against that tree, steadying my ragged breaths. Minutes. An hour.

It doesn’t matter.

When floorboards creak in the house, I tuck myself back in my pants, tug up my zipper, and do a round of the garden. Kade would know—will know—what I just did. There’s no hiding the scent of arousal from another shifter. And Aden? He’ll take one look in my face, and he’ll guess the truth, anyway.

I walk the grounds for the next thirty minutes. When the house falls silent, I know Saige and Aden are asleep. And when the door snicks open, I don’t turn because I know who it is.

“You need to work on your apologies,” Kade snorts as, still naked, he leans against the wall beside me.

“You were rough.” I fix my gaze on a tree just ahead. “She wasn’t ready.”

I sense his smile before I see it. “Are you telling me how to have sex, Alpha?” The mocking edge in his voice hints at trouble, but only hints at it. This is playful Kade, not Kade looking for a fight. I’ve had years to work out the differences.

“I’m telling you that you pushed too soon. You hurt her.”

“She likes a little rough with her pleasure,” Kade drawls. “If you’d been in the room, you’d have seen her eyes and known.”

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