Page 67 of Sawyer

“I want you,” I rasp out, my vision blurring as desire spikes hard and painfully inside me.

“How’d you want me?” He nips my ear, using his grip on my hips to slide me up and down his length hidden behind his pants.

“I want your cock buried in my pussy, Rumor,” I grind out as Sin bites my nipple.

“Damn it, Rumor, give her what she wants,” Bryn shouts from the front. “Her need is driving me insane.”

“That’s why I’m going to fuck you, baby girl.” Rumor holds my hips still. Beneath us, I feel Sin unzipping Rumor’s pants before gripping his cock. “These alphas won’t hesitate to fuck you, bite you, and create a bond you aren’t ready for.”

I whimper.

“Oh, I know your need tells you that you want that.” He lets his canines drag along the soft flesh of my neck. “That you want to be ours forever, baby girl. I know you don’t believe me when I tell you this, but you are ours.”

Sin guides Rumor’s dick to my entrance, and with one quick thrust, he fills me, stealing my breath and sanity.

“So fucking wet and slick.” Rumor licks the side of my neck, tasting and scenting me.

“Hold her still,” Sin grits out, latching his lips around my clit.

Together, they assault my senses, destroying the heat that builds inside of me to a fever pitch. My orgasm hovers just out of my reach.

Each thrust of Rumor’s hips has arousal dripping into Sin’s awaiting mouth, while Rumor’s barbs thicken and swell to press against every delicious nerve hidden inside of me, building me higher and higher.

So close.

They stop.

I whimper and whine.

“I love hearing you whine for us, baby girl.” Rumor’s gravelly voice rumbles through me as his fingers snake around my body to pinch and pluck my nipples. Sin blows on my clit, keeping me on the edge of ecstasy. “You want to come so badly, and you can’t until we let you. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

The crunch of gravel under us slows until the vehicle stops, and Bryn jerks it into park. He swings around, his eyes latching on mine.

“Do you want to come for us, Sawyer?” Bryn’s voice is a harsh command, his scent flaring until it suffocates me and drives my arousal even higher.

“Please,” I beg. I grip the bar above me with one hand, and the other threads through Sin’s hair, trying to drag him back to where I want him.

“Hold on, baby girl.” Rumor slams his hips up, his cock hitting every sensitive spot deep inside my pussy, and Sin’s lips latch onto my clit again.

“Look at me, Sawyer,” Bryn demands, his eyes narrowing. “Come.” He doesn’t need to bark at me. My body flares hot and combusts under his watchful gaze.

My orgasm doesn’t just send electricity through my veins, it destroys me.

They destroy me.

Under their touches and gazes, they rip every aspect of me apart until nothing remains. I hope they stick around long enough to put me back together.

Bryn

“How is she?” Concern flushes my cheeks, and the desire to see to Sawyer nearly overwhelms me. This need to see to her safety grips my gut, and with it, every emotion I thought I’d never feel simmers into a restless turmoil.

“Asleep and wrapped around Sin,” Rumor whispers as though she might wake up from his voice, even though she’s down the hall and behind a closed door. “What the fuck was that?” He looks up at me as though I have an answer.

I don’t. I only have assumptions, and none of them are positive. “What did you feel when you drank the elixir?”

“Nothing.” He shakes his head as though that isn’t quite right. “I didn’t feel anything until Sawyer’s desire spiked.”

“Me neither.” I slump on the oversized chair and pinch the bridge of my nose. “What the fuck did she give us?”

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