Page 50 of Wicked Truths

“Nah, it’s a yes or no question. We’ve got a room right over there.” Marcus slides his hands up my sides, removing my sleep tank and tossing it aside.

“Yeah,” I agree, staring into Marcus’s dark eyes. I can smell the alcohol on Liam from here. I’m kind of doubting he’ll remember this tomorrow anyway.

Marcus slams his mouth to mine while pulling me up enough to help me out of my panties and the silk sleep shorts.

“Sweet mother of God, you’ve got a nice ass,” Liam says from behind me.

I laugh at how thick his accent runs together. “Thanks.”

Marcus lowers his sweats and kicks them off as his cock bounces against my ass. He wraps a hand around my head, pulling my ear close to his mouth. “No taking my knot. I’m not sure he’s figured it out yet.”

I nod, moaning as he licks from my neck, down my sternum, to my right nipple. One hand rests on his shoulder, but I slide the other between us to work his length.

“Christ, I’m a little worried for your pussy. No wonder you’re such a smug motherfucker.” Liam chuckles, moving around behind me, but I can’t see him to know what he’s doing.

Marcus’s huge hand splays on my back as he pulls my other tit to his mouth. Noises from the couple on the television fill the air, and it sounds like they’re greatly enjoying themselves.

I slide the crown of Marcus’s cock through my slick lower lips and sink down. It’s mind-blowingly intense every damn time. My teeth dig into my lip to keep from whining and begging for his bite.

“He got you nice and wet, didn’t he, sweetness?” Liam asks.

“I sure fucking did,” Marcus agrees, helping me rise and fall by using his grip on my hips. His warm skin brushes mine, but it’s the unreal feeling of being stretched to capacity that has my nipples aching.

“I’d have such a better view if you were to face me,” Liam says petulantly.

“Shut the fuck up or get out,” Marcus growls.

“I believe I’d be significantly more jovial if it was mybarecock you were sinking down on, but he’s just a grumpy fucker all the time, isn’t he?” Liam snorts.

Marcus’s veins bulge on his neck. I get the distinct feeling he’s about to carry me to our bedroom and it’s kind of a thrill knowing Liam is watching. I shove my mouth to my alpha’s as slick drips out of me all over the several inches of his length that I haven’t yet managed to take.

My nose twitches as I pull back, heaving in deep gulps of air.

“You like putting on a show. Don’t you, dirty girl?” Marcus smirks.

I whimper in response, and Marcus lifts me. At first, I think he’s about to leave the room, but he pulls me off his cock, tossing me down on my hands and knees. He faces me toward Liam’s chair, and I moan when I catch sight of Liam. He’s got his jeans undone and his hand in his boxer briefs.

Liam shrugs, staring at my tits as I hold myself up doggy style. “He said I couldn’t participate, not that I couldn’t enjoy watching.”

I don’t know when he lost his shirt, but his abs ripple as he thrusts up into his fist. I kind of hate that I can’t see everything, but even in the dim light I can spot the wet spot, which I’m guessing is pre-cum. My mouth waters, but Marcus thrusts back inside me so fiercely my arms wobble.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss as the intense discomfort fades into mind-blowing bliss.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Marcus groans, working himself deeper on each stroke. “It always throws me off when you ripple around me like that.” He wraps an arm under my breasts and pulls me up until I’m kneeling with my back against his chest. “Tease your clit for me.”

My hand falls to my sex, and I do as he asked. My face feels hot, but the scents of the two aroused alphas send my instincts into overdrive. My fingers spread my lower lips as Liam stares straight at where Marcus disappears inside me.

“I’d be more than happy to lick her clit for you,” Liam growls. It’s unusual to hear him sound so alpha.

I nearly beg out a plea for exactly that.

“Stay sober next time, and maybe I’ll toss you an olive branch,” Marcus groans, thrusting directly into my g-spot. His hand clamps down on my hip as the one around my middle pinches my nipple.

My pussy leaks slick to the point I’d be concerned if Liam wasn’t so distracted.

“I’m definitely not past the point of being able to consent,” Liam says with a huff.

My fingers tease Marcus’s knot as he fucks up into me. My tits bounce as heat pulses through my entire body. My free arm wraps around Marcus’s to keep myself up as my pussy begins to contract.

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