Page 88 of Destined Dawn

The contrast is beautiful.

I watch as my friend draws back up onto his knees and, eyes locked on our mate, slowly threads each of the buttons of her shirt through their hole, drawing the garment open like a fucking birthday present. He sweeps it down her shoulders and then she’s lying there in her bra.

He shakes his head, muttering something about how beautiful she is, then snaps his fingers and the bra and the pants she was wearing are both gone. He bends down to lick at her nipples and I pull off my own shirt and undo the zipper of my pants, freeing my stiff cock. I catch Rhi’s gaze as I take my cock in my fist and rub up and down my shaft, my friend kissing down her body. He stops at the waistbandof her panties and then yanks them down with his teeth.

Her eyes are still on me, hungry eyes that drop to stare at me jerking myself off.

“You want this cock, Miss Blackwaters?”

“You know I do, Professor,” she mutters, spine arching as Azlan presses a kiss to her clit and opens her thighs. “And Azlan’s too.”

Azlan growls like he is the werebeast and not Spencer.

“You heard her, Azlan, lie out on your back and let her ride your cock.”

“But–” Rhi begins to protest.

“Miss Blackwaters, do not be a brat,” I say. “Do as you’re told.”

She glares at me but then Azlan is flipping them over and muttering the barrier spell as he shuffles down his pants and his underwear, kicking them away when they reach his calves.

His cock is as big as the rest of him, hard and stiff and framed by an impressive tuft of dark hair that traces up his groin towards his belly button. He takes his cock in his fist and holds it upright.

“Come on, little mate,” he tells her. “Come sit on my cock.”

Her gaze swings from him to me, then my cock and finally lands on his. Then she shuffles up his body, her knees resting on the mattress either side of his body, her thighs stretched wide open by the sheer size of the man.

At his groin, she leans forward, resting her hands on his shoulders, and giving me a perfect view of her ass cheeks and everything that lies between them. Lining herself up, she slowly sinks down onto his cock, both of them moaning in unison as she does. And then his hands are tight at herwaist again as she grinds on top of him, the friction doing something to them both, making her wild on top of him and him groan beneath her.

“Fuck,” my usually mild-mannered friend grunts, lifting the little thing up his cock and then slamming her back down and I’m so transfixed by the sight of them together I forget what the hell we were planning to do.

Forget, until she tosses her hair and twists her head, peering over her shoulder at me.

“Stone,” she moans, biting down hard on her bottom lip.

And then I remember.

As I stalk closer, I mutter the incantation, loosening her back hole for me, making sure she’s not too tight and all lubed up. Closer, I can see the sweat shining on her body, her hair damp at the nape of her neck, can see the way her tight pussy swallows his thick cock, can see the way she slides up and down his column.

I lean over her, licking my tongue down the back of her neck, tasting salt on my tongue, nibbling my teeth along her shoulder as I reach for her ass, finding her hole between the plump cheeks and tickling at it.

“You want it?” I ask her, sliding my finger ever so slowly inside her.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she cries out, as Azlan thrums his thumb against her clit.

The incantation has done its job, but I pump my finger in and out of her anyway, loosening her up that little bit further, feeling how her internal muscles squeeze and flutter inside her. Then, I kneel up on the bed, positioning myself between Azlan’s bent knees and nibble at her neck again.

“Relax, sweetheart,” I tell her and then push myself inside her.

She’s tight and perfect and losing fucking control. She rolls her hips, noises of desire gurgling in her throat, arms stretched above her head, as I thrust into her.

I can feel Azlan through the walls of her channel, feel him moving inside her, moving against my cock.

It feels so fucking good, I lose control myself, dropping my hands to grip his waist beneath her just to find some kind of goddamn purchase.

“I’m going to come,” she wails.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I pant, “come for us. Come for your fucking mates.”