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“I’m going to come, Scarlett. You’re going to drink down every drop for me.”

There he goes again, telling me what to do. To my utter surprise, I love it. I tilt my head back, rolling my eyes up toward his face. His gaze sparkles down at me and his jaw flexes. The affable woodsman is no longer here. In his place is someone darker and dominant. His expression grows harsher as he bares his teeth. The muscles in his chest and shoulders flex and his grip on my hair tightens, the sharp pain spearing through my body to settle between my legs.

I moan around Hunter’s cock as the pleasure crests inside me, leaving me teetering on the brink of climax.

His thighs tense, his cock growing harder in my mouth. When the salty taste of his release hits the back of my tongue, I swallow it down. My entire body shudders when he groans, the sound reverberating through me, along with the knowledge I did this. I’m the reason he’s coming undone.

As I swallow him down, Conall’s hand slides up my body, his fingers closing around my breast, tugging my nipple. It’s enough to push me over the edge, and my body locks down. Conall moans against me, his hand at my hip, urging me to rock harder against his mouth.

Hunter’s cock slips from my lips as I cry out, my eyes rolling back from the pleasure drowning me. My hips roll as I ride out the orgasm. Just when I think it’s over, Conall rolls us, leaving me sprawled on my back in the middle of the bed.

I’m dizzy from the quick movement and the fact that I can barely breathe.

My heart pounds in my chest as Conall continues to growl against my pussy, licking and sucking at my clit. Two fingers spear into me, pressing deep and hooking against a spot inside me that makes me see stars.

My thighs slam shut around his head, and my body bucks as another orgasm overwhelms me. Crying out, I try to escape the unrelenting intensity of Conall’s mouth. He’s already trying to push me to another orgasm. I can feel his intent in the movements of his mouth and tongue.

“I can’t,” I mutter, my head tossing on the mattress. “I can’t, Conall.”

He grunts, his face lifting from between my thighs. Wetness shines on his mouth and chin. “One more,” he demands, the words gravelly and full of a growl.

“It’s too much.” I whimper.

He snarls up at me, his canines elongating. His brilliant gaze snaps to the side when Hunter speaks.

“Keep her mouth busy, brother, and she won’t argue with you anymore.”

My eyes widen, shooting to where Hunter is reclining next to us, his cock still thick and half-erect. While I’m staring at him in shock, Conall’s shoulders disappear from between my legs, and he moves off the mattress.

Before I can curse at Hunter, hands grip my shoulders, dragging me to the edge of the bed until my head hangs off the side. In this position, my mouth is the perfect height for Conall’s heavy cock. The blunt tip nudges my lips, and I can’t help myself. My tongue flicks out, licking the head lightly. When I see the shudder run through the Lycan’s body, the way his thighs tremble above my head, a sense of power fills me.

I make this strong male weak. I make him vibrate with need. He is as susceptible to my touch as I am to his.

Moaning deep in my throat, I open my mouth, reach above my head to grasp Conall’s ass, and yank him forward. Half his length slides into my mouth, the salty tang of his precum on my tongue. His body bends over mine as his hips cant backward. Moving slowly, he thrusts into my mouth again. As I struggle to open my mouth wider, he buries his face between my thighs again, latching onto my clit with renewed vigor.

I nearly scream around his erection as he continues to fuck my mouth in shallow, easy strokes. Nothing exists outside of this moment. Outside of this bed. All I can smell or feel is Conall. His cock in my mouth, his lips and tongue devouring my pussy. The way his hands grasp my thighs, shoving them wide.

My body bucks as he bares all of me and continues to feed between my legs. More liquid hits my tongue and I know he’s getting closer to climax. My nails dig into his ass, urging him to move his hips faster and harder. I want him to come in my mouth, to spill down my throat.

The groan that leaves him vibrates against me, throwing me over the edge again. His hands keep my thighs wide open as my body jolts hard. My eyelids flutter as he begins to come, his release filling my mouth. I swallow him down, small, wild noises escaping my chest between each one. He comes and comes until the shuttle of his hips finally slows.

Conall makes a sound of satisfaction when I twitch beneath him, my body still spasming and clenching around nothing. With a final lick, he levers his weight off mine, collapsing on the mattress next to me. Grasping my arm, he pulls me up until I’m draped over his body as I was this morning when I woke.

Teeth nip my ass, making me yelp, before Hunter stretches out behind me. His hand curls over my hip, slipping down to stroke lightly between my legs. I gasp and roll my head back at the sensation. I’m so sensitive my entire body shudders violently.

How do they seem to know exactly how to touch me?

Hunter nips me again, this time on the neck, before he murmurs in my ear, “I wonder if I could make you come one more time.”

“By the goddess, if you touch me again, I’m going to pinch you somewhere very delicate and not let go until you beg.”

A dark chuckle fills my ear. “Oh, but what a way to go.”

My stomach chooses the moment to rumble so loudly that I stiffen.

“You need to eat, mate,” Conall rumbles, giving my hip a light slap.

He shifts my weight so I’m lying against Hunter before he gets out of bed. My eyes are heavy as I watch him pull on his breeches, leaving them unlaced. I can’t tear my gaze away. His body is beautiful—tanned skin stretched over thick muscles. His long hair is in complete disarray as he stares back at me.