Page 57 of Seven is Swell

He’s a whimpering mess as he works her body, and when he looks at me, I know exactly what he needs. We turn again so that his back is now against the wall and I’m doing the really heavy lifting in the thrusting department, driving into both of them as their mingled cries drip into the night sky around us.

“Always so good, baby. Ashy, you didn’t once brag about these barbs you’re rocking. Do they feel as good for you as they do for me, Delaney?”

“Yes!”

“I’m sorry, we’re going to need a bit more noise for those of us inside. You want to tell us exactly how good that feels, beautiful?” The uneven cadence of my brother’s voice is distracting. I really want to turn and see what he’s up to, want to know if he’s got himself in hand as he tries to stave off his release at the sight of us working Delaney, but I literally can’t pull my eyes away from her.

I can’t see her face too well because of how she’s leaning against me, but it’s enough to know that she’s feeling incredible. So damn beautiful lost to her mates, and I can almost feel the magic heading to Leo from the display.

“So fucking good! His…dick…has barbs. Because he’s a cat. This is…so good. Fuck!”

Perhaps not as eloquent as Jackson wanted, but I can still feel the pull as she comes apart, draining the orgasms from our bodies with those specialized muscles.

“Thank you!” Adam calls from inside.

“Don’t forget to talk to Leo,” Ash reminds her as he puts out his hands to slump against the building. She leans forward to kiss him, nipping at his neck and making him shiver a good bit.

“Leo. Right. Sex is for Leo. Leo, you handsome gargoyle stud, this is what you get when you come to us. Three-ways on the balcony with a barbed dick brushing up against you.”

“Good enough, I suppose,” Ash says as he gingerly pulls from her body, swaying a little.

I don’t have to turn to know who’s waiting next because I already know exactly where my brother is.

Chapter Nineteen

Jackson

It hurts.

I don’t think this much blood is meant to be trapped in such a small space, but it’d be impossible to be in any other state after watching that display.

I thought it was great being with my brother and Delaney together, but it’s almost just as good to be watching from afar; maybe a little better, because I get to admire the way his body flexes with each thrust, get to watch the way his emotions are written all over his face and soak in the way Delaney reflects every single one.

Maybe I can’t feel his body heat or the sweat dripping off of him and pooling on my skin, but as I step out to the balcony, I’m overwhelmed by the smell of him.

“Can I clean you up?”

I drop to my knees in front of August and Ash, not knowing if Ash is down for this but needing all of their mixed essence on my tongue more than I need air to breathe.

“Is this another one of those secret meanings I’m going to misinterpret?” a wrecked Ash manages to get out.

I peer up at Ash, down on my knees, and eye him up before licking my lips.

“He wants to suck all of our releases off your dick,” August says bluntly, looking just as hungry for this as I am.

This is a line we’ve never crossed, though I’ve always been tempted to. But because it’s not me all over him, I feel the need to put some sort of claim on him.

I don’t know why this is the way I am, but I need him this way right now.

“Oh. I don’t…”

“He’s not into you, he just gets off on tasting me and Delaney, I promise. It’s a warm mouth and you’ll feel good. You can say no though, obviously. We’d understand.”

“You sure you want to…” Ash indicates towards his soaking wet crotch, opaque treats glistening in his neatly trimmed pubic hairs.

“Fuckingplease,” I wheeze.

“Alright then…I guess that’s fine. You’ll stop if I don’t like it?”

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