Page 104 of Temptation (The Mate Games 4)

“That’s it, baby. Rock back into me. Take what you need.”

Sunday’s impending orgasm built, and I could feel it spurring on my own. “Christ, she’s about to come. Harder, Kingston. She wants you to fuck her harder.”

“My fucking pleasure.”

Her climax hit as Kingston slammed into her, shoving her further onto my dick. The way her hair brushed my thighs had me shuddering with barely leashed control. “I can’t... shit... Sunday.” My words made little sense as I came down her throat, riding the wave right along with her.

Kingston’s harsh bark of release filled the room along with mine. I slipped out of Sunday’s mouth, her breaths coming in harsh pants as she came down from her climax. A drop of my cum dripped from the side of her mouth, and I used my thumb to brush it over her lip and back inside.

“Show me, dove.” I stared down at her as she tilted her face up.

Fuck me, she looked sexy as hell as she opened her mouth and let me see the cum filling her.

“Now swallow,” Caleb said from behind me.

Her gaze flicked to him, and she did as she was told.

“Good girl.”

Kingston banded an arm across Sunday’s chest and pulled her up so her back was pressed to his front. “Love you, Sunshine,” he whispered, kissing her mark as he held her, still planted inside her.

“Love you too. So much.”

The wolf looked at me, his grin smug. “That mind stuff is a fun trick. We should use it again sometime.”

I shook my head, not sure where along the way Kingston and I became a fucking tag team, but there it was. There was no denying the massively successful results of our... partnership.

“Can Caleb come out of timeout now?” Sunday asked. “I’m not quite done.”

The priest was already on his feet, unbuttoning his shirt as he stalked toward her. “Toss me a pillow, Nordson.”

Kingston and I stepped away, giving Sunday and Caleb space as he laid her down on the fur and slid the pillow beneath her hips. He leaned down, feathering his lips over hers, then he knelt between her thighs and lifted both her legs until they rested over his shoulders.

“Watch closely, lads. This is how you make love to your wife. Feel free to take notes. Class is in session.”

“I’ve missed you too, Father Gallagher,” Sunday moaned as he slid into her.

Kingston and I shared a look.

“Fucker’s got more game than I gave him credit for,” he grumbled.

“There’s a reason she loves him,” I admitted, knowing all too well what sorts of acts those two had gotten up to while we’d been apart. Kingston would lose his mind if he realized all the things Caleb had introduced her to. It was a kindness, my keeping their secret.

Sunday writhed under his attentions, her brows pulled together, a blissful expression on her face as Caleb sank deep, rolling his hips slowly. It was a stark contrast to the frenzied fucking the rest of us had been engaged in. Then again, the arsehole hadn’t been suffering without her for weeks on end. It was easy to go slow when you weren’t making up for lost time.

“I love hearing her cry out like that. I don’t care who makes her moan.” Alek stared on with the intensity of someone watching a miracle be performed.

Andshewas a miracle, our Sunday. By all accounts, her existence should be impossible. But she was here, and ours, and she loved every bit as fiercely as she was loved. It took a hell of a woman to require four men to satisfy her. I was only glad to be counted among them.

Caleb turned his face into her leg, kissing her ankle as he deepened his strokes. “Are you ready to come apart, my darling?”

She whimpered. “Fuck, yes, Caleb, please.”

He nipped her foot. “You know what to call me when I’m inside you.”

“Please, Daddy. Let me come for you.”

“Yes. Now, wife. Come for me.”

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