Page 40 of Song Bird Hearts

I collapse forward, panting into his neck, my body vibrating with dangerous need. He holds me there for a long moment, still inside me, his hands stroking my hair. Then he lifts his head and looks at Gilden.

“Your turn,” he says.

Gilden’s pupils blow wide as he moves. “Of course.”

Wolf pulls out slowly, letting me slide from his lap with a shudder, before he gently guides me onto Gilden’s thighs where he lies down on the bed of pine needles. He positions me, grabs Gilden’s cock to guide it to my entrance before pressing me down gently. His lips kiss beneath my ear, before they trace the shell.

“Your turn to ride,” he whispers. “While I fuck him.”

I turn wide eyed to Wolf before looking down at Gilden. His lips are parted with ecstasy while he’s nestled between my thighs. At Wolf’s words, his face flushes.

“You sure?” I ask him, not wanting him to be uncomfortable.

He flashes one of his signature grins up at me. “Cher,” he says, his voice husky. “I’m ‘bout to have both of you. I’ve never been more sure of anythin’ in my life.”

I move then, sliding up and back down, letting his cock stretch me inch by inch. He’s thick, warm and perfect, the feeling of him making me gasp as he slides against what’s still slick and swollen from Wolf’s earlier claim.

“That’s it,cher,” Gilden murmurs, his eyes locked on my face like I’m the only thing in the world worth seeing. “Fuckin’ take it.”

I roll my hips in one long, slow grind and watch him come undone, his head thrown back, his mouth parted in a moan. Wolf kneels behind me, one hand on my hip, the other reaching between us to slick his hand with my juices. I look back to see him slicking himself with what he covers his hand with. His eyes meet mine, hunger there, for both of us. He doesn’t look away as he presses me forward and lifts Gilden’s legs.

“Hold still,” he says, voice deep and commanding. “Let me in.”

Gilden tenses briefly, then exhales, his body relaxing under my hands as I caress his chest. I lean forward and kiss him, slow, grounding, and hungry. I’m increasingly aware of Wolf lining up behind us.

The first press makes Gilden flinch, a groan rumbling out of his chest.

“You okay?” I whisper, my lips brushing his.

“Yeah,” he rasps. “Just adjustin’.”

Wolf chuckles darkly, and I feel Gilden’s breath catch as Wolf pushes deeper, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside him.

All three of us freeze.

Gilden curses under his breath, overwhelmed. I’m still impaled on him, my thighs shaking as I settle into the feeling of being between them.

Wolf growls low, both hands gripping Gilden’s hips. “You feel him? Us?”

I nod, dazed, as Wolf strokes out and back in, dragging a groan from Gilden’s lips. “Yes,” I rasp. “Every time you move, I feel it.”

“Good,” he growls just before he starts to thrust.

Wolf’s arms come around me, his hands caressing my skin before wrapping around my neck, entangling us all together in an intimate ball of pleasure. We find a rhythm, slow at first, deep and synchronized. Each time Wolf drives into Gilden, Gilden’s cock shifts inside me, rubbing against ever place that makes me see stars. I claw at his chest, keening softly, completely wrecked.

Gilden whimpers into my neck when Wolf pushes me back down onto his chest.

“Y’all are gonna kill me,” he breaths. “Sweet mercy, I’ve never—fuck!”

I kiss Gilden hard to shut him up, because I’m close too, so close I can taste it.

Wolf’s hands move up my back, smoothing down my spine before sliding around to cup my breasts. He pinches my nipples, just enough to make me jolt.

“You coming again, little star?” he asks, voice rough against my hair. “You gonna fall apart on both of us?”

I nod helplessly. “Yes. . . please. . . don’t stop?—”

They don’t.

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