Page 28 of Devotion

I never considered myself submissive, but seeing her soin control was incredibly hot. The dichotomy of her under me, pliant, passive, and open while at the same time holding every bit of the power between her and Kingston, sent arousal careening through me.

The realization had me nearly feral. I buried my face in her cunt and got to work. I wasn’t exaggerating; Sunday’s flavor burst on my tongue, that sweetness I craved enveloping my senses. I’d smell her for days, be rock hard and ready at just the memory of her scent, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Fuck, Noah. Do that again,” she whimpered as my fingers sank deep inside her and I curled them in a very effective come hither gesture. I shifted just enough that I could glance up her body to her face as I repeated the movement and drew a pleasured hum deep from her chest. “Oh yes. God. That feels so good.”

She writhed under my ministrations, her walls fluttering as she chased her orgasm. “Feed, Noah. Please. Feed.”

Fingers in my hair, she tried to move my mouth from her clit, but I wasn’t ready to release her yet. One. More. Minute.

Kingston’s low grunt pulled my focus on instinct, and my gaze locked on his fist rhythmically pumping his hard cock. My own throbbed insistently, desperate for friction I’d been denying myself. With my attention on his hand, I reached into my open trousers and began mimicking his movements, groaning against Sunday’s pussy.

My little wolf shattered around my fingers, her knees shaking, back arching, pussy flooding with her release. Only then did I shift my position to the juncture of her thigh and cunt. Fangs filled my mouth as my hunger took over, and while she was still squeezing my fingers, I struck, piercing her vein and bringing us bothindescribable pleasure as she gave me the most important thing a mate could provide.

Sunday cried out as she convulsed around my pumping fingers, my bite triggering a second, more intense, orgasm. I couldn’t have stopped the corresponding wave of ecstasy as my climax barreled through me. Spurts of hot cum jetted from me, striping the blanket beneath us and making a mess.

“Fuck, Sunshine, you come so pretty,” Kingston whispered.

A dreamy smile curled her lips, but she was still breathing too hard to muster up a response.

Unbidden, a snippet of her thoughts drifted through my mind. This very room, her pussy stretched wide by both Kingston and me as we worked together to bring her to another screaming climax.

While not something I would have ever considered on my own, the thought didn’t remotely repulse me. How could it when it made my mate this wet? My softening erection instantly hardened as I brought my gaze to hers.

“Really, dove? You need more?”

Her eyes snapped open. “Eavesdropping, Mr. Blackthorne?”

“Hardly. You were practically shouting it at me.”

Her lips twitched. “What can I say? I’m greedy when I’m pregnant.”

“Then I suppose it’s our duty as your mates to sate you.” I flicked my gaze over to Kingston, who was watching us with rapt attention. “Get ready, wolf. Jake and I are about to have one hell of a handshake.”

Kingston’s eyebrows flew up at my words. I knew the second my meaning registered because his lips curled up in a smirk. “Give me two minutes and I’m all yours.”

Chapter

Nine

KINGSTON

The moment Thorne’s words registered, I knew what had to be done. Jake and I were needed. This was too important to waste on a stupid recovery period. I was naked in seconds, getting myself as ready as I could.

Turning to face the wall, I looked down at my half-hard dick and got down to business. “Okay, Jake, our mate needs us. This is territory we’ve never explored before, and I know sometimes that can be scary, but we’ve got this. Sunshine wants it, and we’re gonna give it to her. That means I need you to get it together and perk up and plump up so we can show her the time of her life.”

“Are you really chatting up your dick right now?”

I glanced over my shoulder at an incredulous Thorne. “Yeah, dude. It’s a Jake Talk. You know, like a Ted Talk, but for my dick. His love language is words of affirmation. You’d think it’d be physical touch, but he’s a complex animal. A little encouragement or some praise really gets the job done.”

Sunday smirked. “Noted. He’s such a good boy.”

Annnd that took care of that.

“See?” I said, turning to face them and wiggling my hips so my fully hard cock helicoptered around. “We’re ready for takeoff.”

“Oh my God.”

“Have you never seen him do that before?” Sunday asked, her grin a full-blown smile now.

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