Page 123 of Destined Dawn

I’ve nothing to fear though. Spencer jumps down on one side of me, Tristan crouches on the other, and as Renzo flicks at my clit with the tip of his tongue, my other two mates lick, suck and kiss at my breasts and my nipples, claiming one each.

I sigh and peer up at the ceiling, meeting Azlan’s dark gaze. For a minute we just stare at each other and I sink into those dark eyes of his, reading everything I need to know in his expression. Then he lowers his mouth and presses his lips to mine. I part my mouth on instinct and he sinks his tongue into my mouth, just as Renzo sinks his into my pussy.

I sigh again, this time straight into Azlan’s mouth, and he kisses me harder, his tongue hungry and persistent.

There’s a hand tight on my thigh, another grasping mywaist and another wrapped around my throat. The sensations in my body swirl and swoop, overwhelming me completely.

Azlan pulls back but I’ve no chance to catch my breath because Stone is there next, kissing me just as hard, just as deep, and then they’re kissing me together, both their tongues in my mouth, both their lips caressing mine, both their teeth biting and nipping at my lips.

“Fuck, the view from down here, baby!” Renzo murmurs right against my clit, making me come hard into his mouth, jolting and bucking on the bed as five pairs of hands hold me down.

“You look like a goddess being worshiped by all of us,” Tristan says.

“She is a fucking goddess!” Renzo snaps, flicking me so violently with his tongue another orgasm rips right through my body.

“Oh stars!” I cry out, struggling. Because it’s too much … too good … too damn perfect!

“You want more, little mate?” Spencer growls and I swear, it may be him kneeling beside me, but it’s the beast speaking to me.

“Yes,” I pant, “so much more. I want it all.”

“Fuck,” Tristan says, scrubbing his hand through his fair mop of hair, already damp with sweat. “Can Spence and me … can we share you, Piglet?”

Renzo rolls up to sit cross-legged between my thighs, running the pads of his calloused thumbs over the inside of my thighs as he licks my arousal off his lips. His miscolored eyes flick from me to Tristan to Spencer.

“How? How do you want to share her?”

Tristan looks over to Spencer who’s wearing one of his wide grins – the ones that make my stomach spin.

“She sucked your cock yet, Tris? Because she’s really, really good at sucking cock.”

“Is she now?” Tristan says, eyes darkening.

“Want to find out?” I ask him, scrabbling up onto my hands and knees.

“What do you think?” he says, running his fingers through my hair.

“I think you’re encouraging the little brat,” Stone says.

“Yeah, damn, encourage her. I want to see that, dude,” Renzo says, eyes so bright you think we were offering to show him the meaning of the universe.

Tristan rises up on his knees, his cock bobbing straight in front of me. I shuffle forward and his grip on my hair tightens as I take him into my mouth.

At first, I do nothing but tease him, gliding my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting salty pre-come in my mouth. He lifts his other hand and strokes my cheek gently.

“Such a pretty mouth,” someone murmurs.

I hollow my cheeks and suck on him. From this angle, with my arms supporting my weight, I can’t grip his cock, but he thrusts his hips forward, moving his cock deeper into my mouth and then out again.

I gag a little. I’ve not taken any of my mates this deep before and my eyes water.

“Wanna stop?” Tristan asks, the movement of his hips faltering. I peer up at him with a determined look and he smiles down at me. “I’ll take that as a no,” he says, slamming his cock back into my mouth.

A pair of strong hands land on my hips and the mattress dips behind me.

“Can Spence take you too, Piglet?” Tristan asks.

I pull my head back, his cock leaving my mouth with a pop.