Page 51 of Wicked Truths

“That’s right, dirty girl. Come all over me so I can fill your sweet little cunt to the brim.” The command in Marcus’s tone is clear to my system. Pleasure courses through every nerve ending in my body as everything gets fuzzy. Their pheromones only heighten my desire to the point I don’t know what spills from my mouth as the orgasm rips through me. I jolt against Marcus’s hold, but his tightly controlled strength keeps me plastered to his chest as I shake. “That’s my good girl,” Marcus groans against my cheek. “I’m going to be dripping out of you all night long.”

“Fuck,” Liam growls. “That’s insanely fucking hot.”

Marcus curses as he holds me so tightly I’ll likely have bruises. I’m addicted to the way his hand splays over my stomach as his cock swells.

It’s nearly impossible not to beg for his bite.

I don’t know if Marcus is just that good at reading me, but he growls, “Kiss me, princess.”

My head snaps to the side. I tilt so that our mouths can meet, and as both of their scents fill the air, I beg into his mouth. I can only hope it’s muffled.

“Fucking hell,” Liam moans. “I’m a really big fan of your tits too. Did I already say that? Oh well, it’s still true.”

Marcus fucks me through his comedown and kisses my cheek tenderly. “Let’s get to bed now that you know Liam is safe.”

“Yeah,” I agree, shuddering out a breath.

Marcus pulls out of me, twisting me around and lifting me with ease. He carries me to the bedroom and tosses me down on the mattress. I blink at his back as he strides out, coming back a minute later with the comforter. He tosses it down, and I start to spread it out over the bed. He’s gone for a couple of minutes, so I assume he’s getting Liam to bed safely.

I have enough time to run to the attached bathroom and clean up. I’m just climbing back into bed when the door to our room opens again.

My jaw falls when Marcus guides Liam into our room. Liam is in a pair of fresh boxer briefs. I’ve seen him practically nude before on the bus and during wardrobe changes, but I’m still greedy for every inch of his tattooed flesh.

“You’re on that side. I’m by the door.” Marcus gives him a shove. It’s bizarre because Marcus is still fully naked.

Liam doesn’t complain. He climbs in on the side and rolls to face the middle. “Thank you,” he grunts, before his eyes close.

“I figured we should keep an eye on him.” Marcus climbs into bed. I’m facing Liam’s side, but Marcus scoots his pelvis to my ass and a low purr starts in his chest.

Wrapped up between the two alpha scents, I don’t stand a chance. I fall asleep before I even have time to consider how that little show might change things.

* * *

There are two very hard cocks jabbing into me when I wake up. I’m snuggled tight between Marcus and Liam. Liam is wrapped as firmly around my front as Marcus is to my rear end.

I need to find out what happened yesterday with Liam and see if I can do anything to help him feel better. He’s very good at hiding his pain, just like Marcus. They remind me more of each other than I’m sure either would like to admit.

The room is spacious, but it feels a little too nest-like with both their scents so strong in the air. The suppressants are failing fast, and it’s terrifying to think what will happen when they cease to work at all.

It takes a considerable amount of effort to convince myself to climb out of the bed. The looks on Liam’s face as he watched me and Marcus last night file through my brain, and my thighs clench. I’m deliciously sore from Marcus pounding into me, but I know my scent is most potent in the morning.

There’s no way I can stay here.

Liam won’t be drunk or distracted when he wakes up. He’s sleeping with his face buried in my shoulder and the warmth of his skin is comforting to my impulses.

I still carefully remove myself from between the two of them. My hand flies to cover my mouth when the two alphas cuddle up closer to each other in their sleep. Liam has made it clear he’s bi, but I’m not sure Marcus is open to men. Not that it would bother me if he was. The thought makes my nipples tighten, and I toss myself toward the bathroom to take my suppressants.

* * *

I shower and head out to determine what time it is. There’s a pile of mine and Marcus’s clothes right outside the door, and my face feels hot as I spot Sullivan and Hawk at the small nook.

“Is Liam in there?” Hawk nods to the room I just came out of.

I give an awkward nod rather than speaking.

“Good, I was worried he snuck out while he was wasted,” Hawk grunts, nodding to the table. “We got you bacon and pancakes.”

“Thanks.” I head over, taking the seat next to Sullivan, who grabs a plate, pulling it to rest in front of me. “Do you know what happened last night to upset Liam?”

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