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“Perfect timing,” Zalen said, sounding a bit breathless. “Nat, why don’t you and I stay out of the way for a few minutes. Byron, you got this?”
“Do I ever,” Byron growled.
I yelped as a strong hand grabbed me by the ankle and tugged, dragging me through the sea of pillows as I struggled and kicked playfully. My own scent swirled around me like a storm—sweet and hot and desperately needy. Behind me, Emiel let out a sharper growl that trailed into a snarl as I was pulled away from him.
In the next instant, it turned into a startled grunt. I tipped my head backwards, and was treated to an upside-down view of Luca dragging the alpha’s pants down and impaling himself on Emiel’s cock. Then I was too busy focusing on the way Byron folded me in half, pushing my knees nearly to my shoulders so my pussy was in the air, wide open and undefended.
“Zalen thinks you’re ready for what’s coming, romcom girl,” Byron said, his voice low with threat. “Is he right?”
“Yes!” I whimpered. It didn’t matter what was coming... I needed it. God, I needed itso bad. “Give it to me! I wantall of it!”
My nerves felt like they were on fire with anticipation; melting me into char.
“Do you, now?” Byron asked, darkly amused. “Let’s find out.”
Still pressing me double, his lips descended on my pussy, his tongue stabbing into my passage so deeply that his nose slid over my aching clit.
“Yes, yes,yes!” I practically shrieked, jerking and struggling against the iron hold pinning me.
That deliciously evil tongue fucked me deeper than I would have thought possible, lapping up my slick as fast as I could pump it out until I was balanced on the knife’s edge of my first orgasm. I keened when Byron pulled away, only to twitch hard in surprise when the tongue descended farther back, circling and prodding its way into my ass.
New nerves screamed to life, suddenly as hungry as the rest of me, despite the overwhelming strangeness of the unfamiliar sensation. My muscles fluttered beneath the focused assault, eventually giving way. It was completely different from a finger—something I’d explored a bit with Luca during our play. It was alsobetter.
Time grew stretchy and weird, my need to climax ebbing and swelling as Byron patiently ate out my ass. I wasn’t sure when I’d started begging, or whether the sounds coming out of my mouth were actual words in English. It was hard to gasp enough breath with my ribs compressed by the bent position... a pleasant buzzing started up in my ears, and the room began to grow swimmy.
At some point, my body gave up the fight to stay tense. My muscles liquified into uselessness, my begging subsiding into soft, hitching sobs.
Byron straightened, the pressure holding me double falling away. “Nowyou’re ready for what’s coming,” he said with purring satisfaction.
I whined in weak agreement, reveling in the feeling of being rolled over and dragged onto my hands and knees. My passage felt like a black hole, empty beyond emptiness.
“Nat, get that dick over here,” Byron ordered. “You know how much she likes to be filled at both ends.”
I moaned, gray swirling in at the edges of my vision until all I could see was the smooth, beta dick positioning itself within reach of my mouth.
“Mia,” Nat said softly, his hand stroking through my sweaty hair.
My jaw hung slack as hard fingers grasped my hips from behind, knees nudging my legs further apart so a blunt cockhead could press against my entrance. Byron snaked one hand around to rub roughly over my clit as he thrust slowly into me. I shuddered, my arms almost collapsing beneath my own weight. Red blotted out the gray swirls, overtaking my vision.
“Make Nat come down your throat so hard he nearly passes out, and you can have a knot,” Byron was saying, his voice sounding as though it was coming from far away. “I want you choking on that cock, as deep as it’ll go. Understand?”
All I could manage was a moan, but it seemed to do the trick.
“Put her to work, Nat,” Byron said. “And if I catch you being nice to her, I’ll take it out on your ass later tonight.Brutally.”
I made out the sound of Nat’s breath catching hard in his throat... but the fingers that had been stroking me wrapped my hair up in a fist and slid me down onto the hard dick that had been rubbing against my cheek. I went limp and let it happen,pleasure crashing over me from two directions as my mouth and pussy were fucked without mercy.
Somewhere behind me, Luca made a noise as though he was dying of ecstasy. Emiel groaned, his rough voice subsiding into soft, soothing murmurs.
And this...thiswas what I’d craved. I didn’t have to do anything exceptexist, floating in this hazy, half-conscious sea of sensation. It built and intensified, completely outside my control, bursting like an overflowing dam when Nat shoved my head as far down as it would go and held me there, breathless, while his cock jerked and pulsed its load down my unresisting throat.
Byron grunted, holding still while he rubbed my clit, prolonging the sharp waves of my release until I thought I reallywouldpass out.
“Good girl,” he said, the strain of holding back audible in his voice. “Now, what do you want—a knot... or a bite?”
Nat lifted me off his softening dick, as my passage desperately milked the thick cock filling it. The need to be taken, indelibly and forever, blotted out everything else.
“Bite! Please bite me! Please, please, youhave to!” I sobbed.