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“My nipples,” I gasp, arching into him. “Suck my nipples.”

“Fuck me,” Boone grits out.

He pulls the cups of my bra down. My breasts spill out into his waiting mouth and hand. Before I can do anything, his mouth sucks one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, while his hand tweaks the other one. I whimper, grabbing hold of his head to keep him there.

Shifting, he raises until he’s hovering over my body. When I turn onto my back, my eyes widen at the sight right next to me.

“Hey there, precious girl,” Tripp says in his sex-fused voice. “Want to play?”

Before I can say anything, Boone spreads my legs with his body and thrusts his hard cock against my center. I throw my head back as I cry out in pleasure as he rubs himself against my aching clit.

A wicked thrill curls low in my stomach at Tripp’s invitation, anticipation buzzing along my skin like a current.

My eyes flick between Boone and Tripp—heat shimmering in their gazes, a promise of something untamed and exhilarating rising between us.

I find myself aching to surrender to the moment, to let go of everything but the sensation of their hands, their mouths, their whispered encouragements urging me to the edge of abandon.

I nod quickly, licking my lips. Tripp’s answering smile does me in, especially when at the same time, Boone swoops down and captures my lips in a soul-searing kiss.

I feel hands running along my body, as well as another set of lips.

Tripp helps me out of my torn shirt as Boone refuses to release my lips from his assault.

Once my shirt and bra are gone, I feel Tripp taking turns making love to my breasts with his mouth and hands. His guttural groans and hard body make it incredibly hard to focus on Boone. I want both of them. Together. At the same time.

Boone breaks the kiss, nipping my jawline.

He continues to rub himself against me, his movements growing faster, more crazed.

I’m barely able to catch my breath when Tripp’s lips take mine in a scorching kiss.

His hands are doing incredible things to my breasts, fingers plucking and rubbing at my sensitive nipples.

Boone moves down my body. I can feel his teeth lightly bite me before he kisses away the pain. At one point, I feel the prick of his incisors against my flesh. It doesn’t sting, per se. But it does cause me to jolt out of my sex-fog.

“No marking,” I release, gasping.

“Precious, you make it incredibly hard not to,” Boone says, licking away the sting from his love bite.

Even with Tripp’s kisses fueling me, I need more. I want more. I have to have more .

Suddenly, Boone grabs my panties and gives them a tug. I break the kiss with Tripp in time to see a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes shine down at me with devilish intent.

“That’s better.”

“Where’d my pants go?” I ask, clearly, because this is the moment someone worries about their pants being gone.

“We took them off you while you were sleeping,” Tripp says, kissing the side of my neck before sucking skin into his mouth and leaving a mark. “We didn’t know you’d be wearing such daring panties, you naughty girl.”

Unable to say anything to that, a blush like no other steals across my cheeks. They caught me. My lacy thong is nothing more than scraps of lace lying on the bed beside us.

Boone does something unexpected, though.

He picks up my panties and presses them against his nose.

Arousal floods my pussy watching the euphoria spread as his face relaxes and he looks like he’s in heaven.

He holds out the panties to Tripp, who also gives them a smell, dragging the scent of my womanhood into his lungs in one deep inhale.

“Fuck you smell delicious,” Tripp says between gritted teeth. “I can practically taste you on my tongue.”

“My turn,” Boone says.

Confusion swamps me, but then he starts kissing down my chest, my stomach, and over both my hips. The pleasure goes straight between my thighs, causing me to rub them together as much as I can with Boone spreading me.

With his palm, Boone cups me between my thighs, moaning at the feel of my slick coating his hand. He plucks at the thatch of hair there, grunting.

“I love this,” he says, licking his lips.

“Yeah. Our woman is all female. And she’s absolutely delicious, man.” Tripp kneads my breast, groaning at the feel of me in his hand.

Boone parts my lips with his fingers, stroking my aching clit.

At the same time, his lips begin to descend toward the apex of my thighs, kissing, nipping, sucking all the way down.

When he presses an open-mouth kiss against my mound, my eyes widen, a silent scream gets caught in my throat, and my back arches off the bed.

A throaty moan releases from me, Boone’s name spilling from my lips.

Tripp continues to pay attention to my breasts, causing an ache to form inside me.

A need for release is building as Boone circles my clit with his tongue.

The pleasure is so intense. My body is taut as a string on Cupid’s bow.

I don’t know how long I’ll last with them doing these wonderful things to my body.

Boone takes me to the edge of a precipice, and I’m teetering. One flick of his tongue, and I’m done for. The pleasure is out of this world as I release on his tongue, and cry out at the sensation of gushing all over his chin and the bed. I’m slick, wanting, and ready.

“Please, fuck me.” I gasp with a keening whine. “Fuck me.”

Boone draws out every last drop of my release, slowly, ever so slowly, dragging his tongue from my pussy hole up to my sensitive clit.

“Okay, precious. I got you,” He says, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

Before I can beg him some more, I feel the head of Boone’s cock is poised at my entrance.

With ease, he sinks inside of me, only coming to a stop when he’s all the way to the hilt.

We both groan at the feeling of him inside me, his knot bumping up against my pussy.

There’s only pleasure that encompasses me as he pulls out, only to press back inside with a quick jab of his hips.

He takes hold of my hands, weaving our fingers together and putting them above my head. Tripp protests when he has to give up my breast, but quickly devours my nipple again when he has full access. He licks, sucks, and nibbles until I’m a panting mess.

Boone is not a small alpha. He’s thick, long, and oh so hard. I can feel his cock pulse inside of me, kicking each time he pulls out of me. When he pushes back inside of me, I cry out as he hits a special part inside of me that blooms with pleasure.

Suddenly, he speeds up his ministrations. He chokes out in a garbled cry, “I’m not going to last. She’s so tight. Dammit.”

I didn’t think I’d be able to take any more ecstasy than I already have, but I do. It climbs and climbs, and I feel that familiar ache settle inside of me that lets me know I’m on the edge of orgasm.

“I’m close,” I cry out, pressing my chest against him.

“So … ah!” I come with a guttural yell, feeling my pussy spasm, tightening, around Boone’s cock.

He follows right after, thrusting hard one last time, his knot slipping inside my wet pussy, and locking us together as he begins to come.

His cum is warm as it leaks out of me around his knot.

A satisfied smile blooms across Boone’s lips, his face a mask of euphoric bliss.

He opens his eyes and stares down at me, his eyes conveying everything he can’t say in words.

I see the love shining in his gaze. Feel the love in every touch as he cups the side of my face.

I lean into his touch, pulling yet another smile out of him.

“You’re mine now, precious. I’m never letting you go.”

All too soon, we hear a knock on the door. Boone is still stuck inside of me, fully clothed, while I lie here naked as the day I was born. A giggle rises in my throat, problems long since forgotten for the moment. I’m riding high on a round of fantastic lovemaking.

Then I hear Knox’s voice floating through the door before the knob turns, and he pushes the door wide open. His eyes take in the scene. The moment he realizes what just happened, a sadness ghosts over his features before he quickly closes himself off.

It hurts to see Knox do that. But I know it must hurt that I’ve given in to both Boone and Tripp and not him. But I can’t bring myself to go there with him yet. I’m just beginning to trust that he has good intentions here, and I don’t want to ruin that if he goes all alpha on me like he did before.

“I just came to ask if you’d accompany me to a benefit dinner this Saturday night,” he says, his voice broken and barely above a whisper.

“Um, yeah, I guess I can.”

A sad smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “Minus Boone, please.”

The levity of his joke doesn’t go unnoticed. Tripp and Boone both bark out a laugh. I can’t help but giggle in return.

“Yes. No Boone.”

“Terrific. I’ll send a dress and the accessories, if that’s okay.”

It’s perfectly fine with me. I smile, giving him a wink that has the tension easing from his shoulders. “I’ll be there.”