Page 5 of Devotion

“That’s what I wanted to see. Good girl.”

My long fingers toyed with her swollen lips, then traced teasing circles just around the edge of her clit. She writhedand whimpered in response, still worked up from her time with Kingston.

“So how we doing this, padre? You in her mouth and me in her pussy? You in her pussy, me everywhere else? Both in her pussy at the same time?”

He would have kept going, but I stopped him with a stern glare. “For now, you’re going to sit there and shut up. You can do it willingly, or I can make you. Your choice.”

“Daddy’s angry,” he said to Sunday, who giggled.

I made her focus with a sharp slap of my fingers to her puffy pussy lips. Her gasp of shock mixed with pleasure made my own arousal ratchet up to nearly uncontrollable levels. “I want her begging before we give her what she wants.”

“Oh God,” Sunday panted.

“It’s Caleb or Daddy when my hands are on you,” I growled.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Kingston grunted. “I really didn’t think that would still be so hot, but it is.”

Knowing the wolf would continue to distract us, I took myself in hand and ran the throbbing length of my cock through her slippery folds, only allowing myself to slide inside her a fraction of an inch. I wanted to sink inside her welcoming heat right the fuck now but held back. I needed to feed but wanted to do that while I was sheathed fully in her body.

“Kingston, help me position Sunday. Help her up the bed and get her on her side for me.”

“Sweet, I do get to be big spoon. No more silverware drawer for me! Take that, Thorne.”

“Does this mean Kingston is taking my ass?” Sunday asked.

“Aye,a stor, it does. And I’ll be staring into your eyes while I fuck you full.”

She reached for me after Kingston positioned her, and I stripped down. The wolf was busy kissing a trail up the side of her neck. I could almost pretend he wasn’t here this way. Almost.

“Caleb,” she whispered.

I joined her on the bed, taking the time to caress her face with the tips of my fingers and drink in her beauty. I would never tire of this sight. Of this woman.

She was mine.

“Open for me, my love,” I murmured. “Let me have you.”

“Always.”

I hitched her leg over my hip and slid home, both of us groaning as we joined like mates should. Kingston must’ve done something to her because she cried out, and then I felt the pressure of the added fullness as he sank into her arse. It was a surreal feeling, the way I could feel him and those metal piercings moving on the other side of her walls.

“Fuck, baby. I’m not gonna last. You’re too tight like this.”

She moaned and let out a breathless, “It’s okay. It feels so good.”

He was right. This position, combined with both of us moving inside her in tandem, was too much. “I need to feed, Sunday.”

“Do it. Fuck. Make me come all over your cock.”

Dipping my head, I latched on to one full breast and bit down, sinking my fangs into her soft flesh. As I pulled from her tit, she milked my cock and orgasmed around me. Kingston and I were not far behind her, the pulsing of herinner muscles shattering what was left of our restraint. If there’d ever been any to begin with.

After, as we lay there in the glow of our fading pleasure, I stared into her beautiful blue eyes and stroked her hair away from her face.

“I will love you until the last star falls from the sky, Sunday Fallon.”

She smiled sleepily until Kingston popped up and reminded us all, “Her last name is Farrell.”

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