Page 89 of Soul of the Chaos

"I want you, Mongrel,” Sasha murmured, lowering her eyes. “Both of you. All at once.”

A pretty pink blush filled her cheeks at the admission and her heart rate kicked up but my kitten wasn’t backing down, either. Her hands skittered down his chest, roaming over the ink she found there that covered the countless scars I had long ago memorized.

She found some of her sass as she went, her lips tilting up in a naughty smile. “I want to be the cream in your wolf sandwich, mate.”

Mongrel snarled and I whimpered as the image went straight to our cocks. When our mate’s hands found the zipper of my beta’s jeans again, he sat up and let her drag them all the way down, then reached in to pull his cock free. Offering it to her.

The sight was so fucking hot, I nearly came. Right there and then.

"Have you ever had two men before?" he murmured. Sasha shook her head. "Would you like to?"

"Yes, Mongrel," she breathed. Her shaking fingers didn't meet as she took his cock in hand softly pumping it from base to tip. "Show me?"

“Come, my mate, I would taste those sweet lips of yours while our omega prepares you.”

Mongrel pulled Sasha out of my arms and she went with him sweetly. None of that impetuous fire which always reared up in reaction to Grimm’s dominance was present with Mongrel. She accepted my mate’s dominance like a balm to her soul.

My heart thudded in my chest as I watched her go into his arms, her thighs parting easily over his hips and cradling his cock against her dripping wet pussy. It took everything in me to pull my eyes away from the sight of him curling his arms around her, fisting her hair as he took her mouth.

A passionate, raw claim that spoke of the pent up tension from days of denying himself.

I had no idea how he’d managed to resist her call this long but I was thankful as fuck that he was finally ready to capitulate. I stumbled across the bed, reaching for the bedside table. Sasha’s beautiful moans pulled me back to them, distracting me from what I had been tasked with.

Lube.

We needed lube. The visual of dripping that viscous liquid between the globes of our mate’s virgin ass focused my mind long enough to fumble the bottle out of the top drawer.

Mongrel devoured Sasha with his lips. His hands fisted in her hair tightly, angling her head the way he liked. The other hand gripped one of her perfect ass cheeks, the skin around his fingers white under his grip. My beta held her fast, even while she tried to squirm against him, seeking the friction he was depriving her of.

“Patience, Kitten,” I whispered as I stroked a reverent hand down her spine to where my mate held her pinned. “Let me and Mongrel take care of you in our own time.”

A whine pulled from her throat but her mouth ate at his without a break in passion. They were indescribably beautiful together. Truly breathtaking. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight in front of me.

I sat back on my heels as Sasha continued to buck and grind against our mate’s cock. His fingers only tightened their grip, denying her the relief she was so determined to find. Mongrel bent his knees, pushing Sasha’s thighs further open, presenting me with a perfect view of her sopping pussy and the bud of her ass.

“Silver?” He pulled her away from his lips, and the whine that crawled up the back of her throat pulled at the omega part of me, but I knew better than to reach out. My mate was asking me a question. “You gonna just sit there watching or we gonna get some participation?”

Sasha giggled against Mongrel’s chest where he kept her pinned. He lifted his hand from her ass. The skin colored a pretty pink as the blood rushed back in. He only waited a moment before he brought it back down, smacking against the tortured flesh.

“Hey,” she protested with mirth and lust coating her voice. “What was that for, brute?”

She wiggled her ass, clearly not deterred by the tap he’d given her.

“Be good,” he growled, snapping his blunt human teeth at her which only made her giggle again.

I didn’t know something as little as a laugh from this woman could affect me so much. While my cock wept with need, my heart clenched at how deeply both of them had already borrowed their way into my soul.

Another time, I promised myself, I would do nothing but watch. I would sit in that leather chair and feast my eyes on the sight of my kitten bending eagerly to our beta’s will. I would watch as he painted that pretty ass pink and caused that pussy to weep for joy as he took her to new heights.

I pushed myself into motion. Flicking the top of the bottle open, I rubbed it one last time between my palms. Not wanting to shock Sasha out of her lusty mindset by the cold trickle of liquid over the virgin rosebud of her ass.

Games would come later.

“Are you ready for me, kitten?” I asked as I leaned over my mates, pressing butterfly soft kisses down her spine, leaving a whisper of lips over each vertebrae. “Do you want this?”

I ran the tip of my finger down the crack of her ass, loving the way she clenched as my finger bumped teasingly over her back entrance.

“Silver,” she whined long and low, widening her legs as much as she could over Mongrels splayed thighs. “Please.”

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