Page 22 of Tempted By the Forbidden Mate

Holter’s got a much better view than I do.

“You’re doing great, Belle.”

“That’s it. How is she, Castor?” My voice is gruff.

“Fucking amazing.” Castor slaps her ass, and Annabelle’s pussy contracts around my cock. I’m not going to last, and I need it to last with Castor moving in.

Annabelle bites her lip, a look on her face that straddles worry and euphoria.

She reaches for Holter, and he moves closer. His leg is pressed against my side as he leans over me, holding on to her shoulder. Annabelle has her bright cherry lips against the tip of his heated red cock. I get a flash of her bobbing up and down on him while taking Castor and me. It’s fucking beautiful.

“Take him down,” I growl.

I push up on my elbows, partially to get a better view and to get Holter’s damn knee out of my rib cage.

It’s incredible having her grip me the way she does. But watching her do all three of us... “You’re taking it like a mermaid.”

She glares at me.

“It’s a compliment. He meant it as a compliment, Belle.” Holter runs his hand down the side of her arm. He slides back onto the bed next to me.

Castor pulls out of her too.

And she’s all mine. Pushing my heels into the mattress, I move us up into the middle of the pod bed.

She shakes her head, and I flip us so her back is on the bed.

Holter’s near her head. Her legs are wrapped around my waist. I sit up, letting Holter have access to her breasts. Her nipples are tight nubs.

Castor’s back from the restroom, his hard cock washed. He crawls the long way across the bed. “Give me your mouth, Annabelle.”

Her lips are firmly shut. “No.”

Holter grabs her neck, his fingers under her jaw. “Open up for the future king,” he growls.

I hold my thrusts until her blue eyes flash from Holter to Castor. She sucks her lips in and then opens wide. He’s kneeling next to her head, holding it up. Between her blonde braid and his ass, I can’t see much. But her pussy twitches. I reach down between us and graze her clit with a twirl of my finger. The tension slams into me.

Her hips flinch, and zings of pleasure race through me as her cunt spasms hard around my cock. It slams into all my senses. Everything I smell is Annabelle. Everything I taste is her. I want to drive into her forever.

“Damn. Annabelle.” I’m yelling. It shakes me, zipping through my whole body.

Castor sits back on his heels, and both Holter and he pump seed onto her breasts. She’s a glistening mess. But I’ve never seen anything as tantalizing as her before. A little rest and we’ll have her ready for another round. Or two. Her head is flopping from side to side, and small aftershocks roll through her. It’s enough to make me begin to harden again.

She wiggles.

“Lie back and close your eyes, Belle.” Holter pushes the stray hairs from her forehead.

Castor lies next to her, staring at the ceiling.

She closes her eyes and opens them again. Her legs drop next to the mattress. “No.” She pushes onto her elbows. “You.” She points at me and wiggles, trying to roll away from me. “You are the most self-centered asshole I’ve ever met. And trust me when I say I’ve met a lot.” She’s off the bed and scampering to the bathroom before any of us can catch her.

“What did you say to her when I was washing up?” Castor lifts his neck to look at me. But Holter and I are at the door. It’s locked.

Holter knocks. “Belle.”

“Go away.” She’s crying.

Why in the hell is she crying? I turn to Holter and say it out loud. “Why is she crying?”

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