Page 137 of Nest of Thieves
Vette and Lark lift me up, placing me down to straddle Mac. His eyes are dark and his tongue dashes out across his lip, the metal tip of his tongue ring teasing me. My core clenches, remembering exactly how it felt to have that tongue lapping at me. Grabbing his cock, Mac centers himself at my entrance. I lower my hips inch by delicious inch. Lark runs two fingers up my spine, and I arch into his touch.
“Lean forward, baby.”
I drop to my hands, staring down at Mac as he begins to pump into me from below. Lark’s finger carefully eases into my ass. The pressure of one finger is enough to steal my breath, but after a moment, it turns to pleasure. He works me with one finger for a moment while I ride Mac, working with me. His second finger slips in, and I close my eyes, biting my cheek and breathing through the intense sensation of being filled in more than one way.
“Good, mami. You’re doing so good,” Vette says from in front of me.
I open my eyes and lift my gaze to meet his. He kneels above me, cock swinging free. A drop of pre-cum glistens across the top of his mushroom tip. I lick my lips, and he scoots forward until his dick brushes against my cheek. Dashing my tongue out, I run the flat of it up his length before taking him into my mouth.
Lark’s fingers leave my ass, and I growl in protest.
“Shh, baby. We got you.” The head of his cock brushes over my ass, teasing that opening. I’ve never been fulfilled like this, but the longer his velvety tip taunts me, the more eager I am to have it inside of me, pushing me to take more dick than I ever have.
“Do it,” Vette moans as I scrape my teeth up his length. “Fuck.”
Lark needs no further instruction. Carefully, slowly, he presses inside of me. I moan and whimper at his entrance, Vette’s cock silencing my cries as Lark sheathes his dick in my ass. A moment passes where no one moves. I breathe through my nose and swirl my tongue around Vette’s length, and he thrusts ever so gently into my mouth. Lark rocks in and out, letting me adjust to being full. Then he and Mac move at the same time.
They do it again.
Vette.
Mac and Lark.
Vette. Lark and Mac.
Mates. My mates. I moan and begin bobbing my head, focusing on pleasuring the alpha in front of me while the other two take other parts of me. They’re inside of me. In my blood. In the saliva dripping down my chin. In the cum spilling out of me. In my heart. These alphas have me in a way no one else ever has, and it’s only them I’d ever submit for. Only them I’d let have me in this precarious position.
It's only them that can satiate the deep ache inside of me.
Only them.
Them.
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Waking up after the last of my heat has gone is like waking from a coma. My entire body is used and spent, but I’ve never felt more alive. I stretch like a kitten, curling my toes and sighing happily.
“How does she do it?” Mac asks. “She was demanding dicks not five hours ago, and now she looks like a princess waiting for her prince.”
“No fucking princes, please,” I mutter, sitting up and staring at the men who are standing at the end of the mattress with goofy grins. “It’s creepy that you were all staring at me while I slept.”
“What else were we supposed to do?” Lark sticks his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “How are you feeling?”
I run my fingers over my official mate marks. “Honestly, I thought I’d feel like trash, but I’m ready to kick some ass.”
“Whose ass are we kicking, mami?”
“Anyone who gets in our way.” I glance around. “What time is it?”
Turning around, Lark grabs his phone from the floor. “It’s dead.”
Vette and Mac check theirs too. “Same,” they say at the same time.
“Guess it’s time to venture out from under the stairs, huh? It’s a bit Harry Potter-ish, huh?” I lift an eyebrow.
“You’re such a nerd and it’s adorable.” Mac drops onto the mattress and clutches my face in his hands, squeezing my cheeks together and kissing my obnoxiously puckered lips.
