Page 15 of Feral Moon Rising
Lottie whimpered, spreading herself wide as her nails dug into my shoulders. “Oh, that’s really—”
“Sore?” I added, glancing down at where Blake positioned himself beneath us and made a vee with my raised knees to support her and give him room to work. “Blake’s gonna help you with that, honey. Let him soothe you, okay? He’s gonna make you feel like a fucking queen.”
I knew the moment she bottomed out and he licked around her swollen flesh where my cock stretched her a second time. Her eyes flew wide, and barely a breath later her head tipped back on a long moan, though her nails still dug into my shoulders.
“Good?”
“So good,” she murmured, letting us both take her weight in the ultimate trust exercise as she gave herself over.
She might not wear both our marks yet, but she had accepted Blake. He had to fucking know that, or his stubbornness issues had blinded him to a girl who had already fallen in love with his crooked version of fucked-up chivalry.
“We’re gonna stay just like this.” I gathered her close, letting my cock thicken inside her. My spines filled out in her heavy warmth, nestling into her tender walls. If she moved, I’d scrape her again. That meant both pain—and a deluge of pleasure. A single thrust would bring her to orgasm, again and again. She’d flood us both with her slick. That could come after. Right now, Blake offered himself up as tribute and we would be the lesser mates to ignore him.
Lottie nestled into my shoulder, letting her cheek rest against my neck as I traced patterns on her back, pretending I didn’t want to fuck her senseless while Blake licked around her swollen flesh, stroking the base of my cock and my laved balls with his tongue. The sensations rippled along my spine until I was ready to blow my load inside my girl without ever moving. Then, curling one hand around the back of her neck and holding her tight in place, I began to move. Slow at first then faster I pummeled into her, running one wave of pleasure into the next while she shattered in my arms, screaming my name into my shoulder.
And all the while I sawed in and out of our mate, Blake lay beneath us, licking and sucking at my balls, flicking his tongue around the edges of her cunt to soothe the damage I created. His tongue left warm stripes on my tingling sac until I came with a roar, settling myself deep inside her.
Lottie sobbed softly into my chest, overwhelmed with everything we did. And when I pulled out to get her a warm washcloth, my cum dribbling from her tender hole, I settled her over Blake's waiting mouth where he licked and sucked and soothed her until her cries became moans. I returned to find her riding out her last orgasm of the night on his face as the sun rose across the windows in a fragmented display of golden light. She collapsed in my arms, letting both of us clean her, and was out before I could tell her what my heart already knew.
One night with my mate and I loved her. I’d always love her.
Which meant that drugs and the ex were my problem. Something to be fixed before we left New York City. And I had the feeling we wore out our welcome a few nights before.
Chapter Eight
Lottie
“Iwant to kill theex.”
“Fuck off. I called dibs.”
“You can do the drug runner. If you can find him.”
“Sounds like a second-rate deal to me.”
My head swung back and forth as I stared between my two instant lovers of last night while they bantered my past for a future between them.
