Page 78 of Bearly Hanging On

“Haven’t been able to get the taste of you out of my head since that night.” Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “But this time, you don’t have to stay quiet. No neighbours to hear the sounds of you coming apart on my face. I want to hear them.” I bent down, more wolf than man, as I pressed kisses to the inside of her knee, then higher and higher. “Want to know exactly how good I’m making you feel.”

“You’re pretty cocky for…”

That choked off retort as my tongue flicked out, then slid between her folds. Yeah, that was music to my ears. The way her hands slapped down on my head, pulling me harder against her was even better. It was like she was scared I’d pull away, but I’dbeen forced over that line. There was no coming back, not until she did. My thumbs spread her wide, forcing her thighs to wrap around my head. The world closed down to just her skin, her slick, and her scent, filling my nose with its floral perfume, right before I lunged forward, ready to take my fill.

I found her clit instantly, testing that little nub with a few circling strokes with the tip of my tongue. The way her hips bucked upwards rather than jerking away made clear she was more than ready. I flattened my tongue and swept it across her clit to the sounds of her moans. “Yes…” That was the sound I wanted to hear. “Yes, fuck, Mack…”

But I needed more.

One hand pulled away, several fingers forcing them inside her seconds later, only to feel her tighten around me. She’d strangle my cock when I finally shoved myself inside her, milk my knot dry, and that had my hips moving against the sheets, the soft slip of fresh cotton a poor substitute for the silk of Harper. I angled my fingers up, raking them along that rough spot within her, forcing her up and off the bed, her whole body quivering.

“Is he treating you right?” I opened my eyes to see Kieran leaning down, thumbing her nipple as he stared into her eyes. Tor’s were bright green as that rough tongue of his made a mess of her other nipple. “Mack got you feeling good?” Just a quick nod. She wasn’t capable of anything else. “Gonna make you come?”

I would. The wolf and I experienced a brief moment of simpatico, bending my head to go back to work, but Harper had other ideas. She pulled free, shoving me onto my back, then scrambling up to take position there.

“Harper…”

That was supposed to come out as a sharp rebuke, but instead was a moan. Her wet cunt kissed the shaft of my dick, settling right over my knot.

Fuck.

Whatever reservations I had, they were well and truly gone. Instead of focussing on getting out of here and keeping the pack safe, I was fighting the need to pin Harper down and rut her into the bed. Something she seemed well aware of. As she smiled, reaching down and grasping my cock, the others drew closer, stroking her as she stroked me.

“You think it's gonna be like it was last time.” That slight waver in her voice. “That you’re doing things to me. To please me, granted, but most of all, to remain in control. My orgasm is yours to bestow. We are yours to protect. But if this is to be a pack, sleuth…” She looked at Tor. “Attack?”

“Ambush.” He kissed her nose.

“Then we’re all in this together.”

My hands went out to stop her when she moved. If she gripped me by the base and then worked her way down, I wouldn’t be able to stop her. Fuck, knot, mate, that’s what my instincts told me as my claws popped free, clawing at the sheets. I sent up prayers of thanks to the gods as she swung her leg around, that pretty pink pussy hovering over my face, seconds before I felt her lips part around my cock.

Fuck…

Why the hell hadn’t I done this before, my body asked, every nerve humming with the sensation. Slick, wet as she would be when we finally mated, then her tongue had to go and move. Pressing hard against the underside of the head, the sensation nearly unmanned me. A little jolt of cum burst out of me, and right as I tried to fight the need to unload, she sucked it down hungrily.

Which reminded me of the feast just above me.

I pulled her down on top of my face, all need to be careful driven out of me. Fangs dragged against her skin as my tongue slid along her entire seam. I needed her taste, her slick, her moans of pleasure, muffled and reverberating all the way down my length. I thrust into her throat, right as I held her tight, lashing her clit with my tongue as someone else moved behind me.

Dax! That was what the conclusion my brain jumped to, but the wolf just snorted. He’d know the moment my brother got within ten feet of the place, ensuring that Dax never got the jump on me. No, it was Tor. I nearly growled at him, right as I felt a hand slide, then fingers pushed inside her. So, we were going to work together? That was an idea I could get behind. More strangled moans, then right as my tongue moved faster and faster, forcing her to stiffen, she had to go and give my knot a squeeze.

All pleasure, all pain, that’s what I felt. Physically, she literally had me in the palm of her hand. My heart felt like it stuttered, then almost went still as I climbed a peak of pleasure, just like when we were on the damn rollercoaster, but cresting that rise, then hurtling down, had nothing on this. Never in my damn life had I felt such a perfect moment of bliss, and that’s where the pain came in.

Just this time, I thought, furiously licking her through her orgasm as mine hit me. Just this once. Give me this and I’ll crawl out of this bed, put the rifle across my knees, and wait my brother out. I’d kill him just like I did my dad, even if Dax took me with him.

Chapter 33

Harper

Shifters were ruining me for human men. Usually one orgasm was perfect for me, but as Tor plucked me from Mack’s failing grip and laid me down on the bed, stroking his hand up my thigh, I shivered.

“Look at you.” Kieran’s voice was a low rumble as he settled down on my other side. “Like a kid that got caught with her hand in the candy jar.”

“And wants more.”

Tor grinned down at me as his hand slid higher, and damn me if I didn’t let my thighs fall open. I wasn’t sure if Mack had a realistic idea of the danger his brother posed, but real or not, I knew to take my pleasures where I found them, because who knew if they’d be there to enjoy tomorrow? My clit was sensitive, something Tor noted with a small nod. His caress was feather light, teasing it back to life, pleasure washing over me in soft waves.

Something I wanted them both to share in.

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