Page 96 of Bonded By Christmas

My teeth dig into my lower lip as I fight back a moan, and he steps back, releasing me. I instantly miss his warmth, but I know he’ll be mine again in just a few minutes.

“Love you,” I whisper, taking off again.

I follow my original plan, making it up the back stairs. My skin sizzles with anticipation, and I believe I have a chance of making it to the upstairs living room.

Why are you even fighting it? You know they’ll make it fun…

Callum comes around the corner in only his low-slung sweats. I squeal, stopping dead in my tracks. I’m so distracted by Cal that I don’t notice the door behind me opening until it’s too late.

Wilder’s arm wraps around my middle, and he lifts me into the air. “Wow, not even a hint of a struggle. You really must want to be used.” He drags me backward into the bedroom as Callum hits the open doorway.

Cal’s veiny hand lands against the frame, and he smirks, pulling up his sweats with the other. Every well-defined muscle flexes as he moves, and my core clenches around nothing.

Grim appears over his shoulder, shoving Callum into the room.

I don’t get to see what happens next as Wilder twists, tossing me onto the mattress. My whole body bounces, and he grabs my ankles, tugging me back down the bed. I’m barely in place before he wraps my legs over his shoulders and buries his face in my pussy.

I groan, my hand falling to tangle in his hair.

Grim climbs onto the bed, grabbing my arms and pulling them to rest over my head. I whimper at the sight of his thick cock pushing against his sweats, but no matter how hard I try to stretch my tongue, I don’t have a chance of licking it over the material.

Callum climbs onto the mattress on my other side, and he cups my tits. “Ready to have your world fucked up, dirty girl?”

I nod frantically.

God, they’re perfect.

Merry Christmas to me.