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He growls in approval, the vibration a hum through the bed.

I’m so wet with anticipation, it’s dripping out of me.

Hunter reaches down and cups my breast in his hand, pinching my nipple between his thumb and index finger. The pressure increases until I’m squirming on the mattress, unsure if it’s pleasure or pain.

“Suck my cock, mate,” Hunter demands. “Make me feel what the Lycan is doing to you.”

When I moan as Conall’s tongue runs from my entrance to my clit, Hunter slides his cock further into my mouth. His head falls back as I suck him deep.

My Lycan growls in answer as his tongue traces over my clit in firm strokes. The sensation of their arousal inside me amplifies my own desire until my entire body is throbbing with not only my need, but theirs as well.

More liquid spills from Hunter’s cock as he pulls out of my mouth, leaving the tip between my lips. I wrap my lips tightly around the head, using my tongue to trace the slit at the top and gather more of his salty taste.

“Gods, I’m not going to last,” he groans out. “I can feel both of you, and it’s… it’s…”

Conall’s mouth leaves my clit, but before I can protest, his cock fits into my entrance, and he’s pushing inside. I’m wet, but not quite ready for the sudden stretch. Somehow, he feels bigger than before and so hard.

I moan around Hunter’s girth, reaching back to grab the backs of his thighs and pull him closer, forcing more of his cock into my mouth.

My woodsman releases a shout as I take him into the back of my throat and swallow. Conall snarls, his hips pulling back and slamming into mine, hard. Claws prick the skin of my hips as he grips them in his hands and angles my lower half where he wants it. When his cock hits a new place deep inside, more wetness spills from between my legs.

The three of us are racing toward the peak, our desire shared and expanded by the bond. I feel their lust and their desperation for my body, just as they can feel mine. We’re feeding from each other, building the ecstasy until it’s nearly unbearable.

Releasing one of Hunter’s thighs, I reach down and rub my clit with my fingers. I’m so close, so wild, for both of them. We’re ascending to an unknown pinnacle, out of control and brutal.

I love it. No, I crave it. I want Hunter to come down my throat as Conall fills my pussy. I want to come so hard I forget about everything and everyone but my two mates.

Hunter groans, his hands coming to grip the sides of my head. “Swallow… every… drop, Scarlett.”

His hips jerk between each word, and his cock grows rigid in my mouth before he begins to pulse, spilling on my tongue and in my throat. I swallow over and over as he holds his length still so I can suck and lick until the last spasm leaves him.

When he’s done, he pulls free from my mouth, his thumb moving to caress my bottom lip. “Such an obedient girl. I can feel how close you are, sweetheart. Are you ready to come for us?”

“Please.” It’s barely a word, mostly a breathy whisper.

He leans over me, sucking my nipple into his mouth while his fingers pinch and tug at the tip of my other breast. A keening sound leaves my mouth as I continue to rub my clit.

Conall growls continuously while his hips slam into mine, making my body bounce with each thrust. His cock hits the place inside me over and over until the pressure inside me explodes.

I scream, my back arching hard, as the orgasm grips me, my entire body trembling uncontrollably as I come long and hard.

Conall snarls before he plants his cock deep inside me and fills me.

Hunter licks and sucks my nipples, prolonging the intense climax until I’m too sensitive to take it any longer.

“I can’t. I can’t,” I whimper, shaking my head from side to side.

When he doesn’t stop, I grip his hair in my hands and tug his mouth away. “It’s too much.”

He resists my pull long enough to give my nipple one more hard suckle. I gasp and shiver one more time as my body clenches around Conall’s thick cock.

Hunter collapses on the bed next to us, leaning back against the headboard. Conall is still inside me, his hands resting on each side of my waist and holding his weight up. We’re all breathing hard and damp with sweat.

“That was fast,” I murmur breathlessly.

“It was,” Conall agrees. “It’s the bond. I could feel you both, and I just couldn’t control… anything.”

“I know. It was amazing,” I add.