Page 10 of Fight or Fly

“Shh,” Jax murmured. His fingers tangled in my thick hair, wrapping it around and around his hand until the strands tugged against my scalp, holding me in place. “Stay still, Leona. Just let it happen.”

I trembled, desperate for more, more,moreas Flynn slowly thrust his fingers in and out of my body.

“So wet already,” Flynn said, “and you’re not even near your first peak yet.”

His fingers trailed farther forward to circle my clit. I grabbed fistfuls of the fur beneath me, feeling my release building. Flynn alternated fucking my passage and teasing my clit, driving me a little bit higher each time, until the pressure finally became too much and escaped its confines in a series of wrenching spasms.

I moaned, going completely limp as my muscles unclenched. The hand in my hair eased. I peeled my eyes open in time to see Jax pulling his shirt over his head. He tugged the waistband of his dark track pants down far enough to free his cock. It was hard, and seemed very,verylarge all of the sudden.

“Bet you’re glad that shit they pumped into you in Romania didn’t break your dick, huh?” Flynn asked.

Jax shot him an unamused look. “Yes, thank you. I’m glad it didn’t break my dick, asshole.”

Personally, I was having trouble focusing on anything but the alpha horse cock on display. Despite the orgasm that had just floored me—literally—fresh hunger was already coiling in my gut. I wanted that cock, and this time, I was going to have it, damn it. I elbow-crawled halfway onto Jax’s lap, looking up at him from under my lashes.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said, gathering my hair back again. “See something you want, I take it?”

I smiled at him, giddy with how different this was from last time. With howperfectit was. “Yes, alpha,” I said breathlessly, and reveled in the feel of his big hand guiding my lips to him.

I’d been right. It was nothing like taking Kam in my mouth. I licked the salty head, dragging my lips around and over the blunt tip until the hand in my hair pressed me down. I had to stretch my lips wide around Jax’s girth, and a moan vibrated up from my throat.

“Ooh. That looks awfully good, sweet thing,” Flynn said from behind me. Without warning, his fingers breached me again. “Think she’ll bite you if I make her come again while you’re fucking her mouth, Jax?”

I whined as his fingers curled, stretching me from the inside with every slow stroke in and out. More slick dribbled out of me, the wetness making tiny, obscene sucking noises as he moved.

“No,” Jax said dismissively. “Of course she won’t. She’s a good girl.” His hand urged me to take him deeper, even as Flynn twisted his wrist and teased my clit with the barest brushes of his thumb.

I rocked between them. Getting away from one only meant pushing the other deeper. My muscles trembled with the desire totake, take, take. I wanted to take everything they had, over and over—until the growing void inside me was full to overflowing, and they were empty and sated, tied to me irrevocably.

The teasing brushes against my clit gained purpose, demanding that my body respond. And it did—helpless before the power of pheromones and my own need. My second climax swallowed me like a bottomless pit opening up beneath me, and I cried out around the cock in my mouth. Neither alpha let up, Flynn’s fingers drawing more and more from me until I couldn’t tell down from up, and my vision dimmed to gray.

When awareness returned, it was clear that some time had passed. I’d been moved, and was lying sprawled on the weird, curvy divan thing with my head and shoulders supported on a familiar lap, and a blond head buried between my thighs.

“Mmph,” I whimpered, as Jax’s tongue lapped lazily along my slit. Tingles of sensation darted along my spine like champagne bubbles.

“Always knew she’d be responsive as hell,” Flynn observed from somewhere nearby. Callused fingers tweaked my left nipple, tugging it up until it slid free, my breast bouncing.

“Hello. You all right,odama?” Kam asked.

His slender fingers stroked the hair back from my face, and I hummed, my body thrumming with a strange combination of need and relaxation.

“Mm-hmm,” I managed, licking my lips and craning to look up at him with hazy eyes. “You were right. This weird sex-couch thing makes more sense with two people.”

I was slurring my words a bit.

I didn’t care.

This was awesome.

The thing I was lying on looked like some crazy piece of modern art. I’d tried it out shortly after we’d arrived and declared it not remotely comfortable for reading, at which point Kam had chuckled at me and explained that it was sex furniture. Now, with my ass supported on one curved end at exactly the right height for Jax to kneel between my legs, I was a convert.

“It’s great. Exactly the right shape to support a sexually exhausted omega so we can sexually exhaust her some more,” Flynn agreed. “So, is it working?”

He tweaked my nipple again at the same moment Jax’s tongue dragged over my clit. My eyes rolled back. “Nngh,” I told him.

“I think it’s working,” Kam said, sounding a bit breathless.

I made uncoordinated grabby-hands motions toward Flynn. He leaned down until I could bury my nose against the base of his throat and inhale his thick, spicy scent. A purr rose in his chest. He let me nuzzle at him for a bit while Jax continued to lick me toward another peak, but eventually he tilted my head back and brushed his lips over mine in a teasing kiss that grew gradually more heated until I was desperate for air... but not quite desperate enough to pull away.

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