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Chapter Fifty-Seven

B eaufort

Dray rolls up, Briony still straddling his lap like a damn queen, and slurps his tongue right up her throat.

“Go on,” he says, tweaking her left nipple, “be a good little kitten for once and do what he says, huh?”

She gives him one of her bratty scowls but to my delight, scrambles up onto her knees and then stumbles up onto her feet. She’s giddy from her orgasms and that fucking, her skin damp with sweat and her cheeks flushed a rosy red.

Dray flops back and tucks his hands behind his head, his now flaccid dick, resting against his thigh. My guess? With what I have planned for our little mate, he’ll be hard again in a minute.

I hold out my hand and she pads towards me, wearing just her skirt and her panties.

When she reaches out for my hand, I pull her right in close, so she’s standing between my knees. I reach up and cup her face, tracing my thumb over her kiss-swollen lips.

“Fuck, you look wrecked, sweetheart. Fucking wrecked. Can I wreck you too?”

She leans down and kisses my mouth, combing her fingers through my hair. I reach up to unhook her skirt and slide down her panties.

I won’t lie. There’s something fucking erotic about sitting here fully clothed while she stands in front of me, completely naked.

So often, I’ve felt out of control in her presence.

Feelings I’ve never experienced before crashing around my body, dreams I’ve never wanted before swimming in my mind, desires I can’t resist tempting me beyond belief.

Tonight, I’m in control. I know what I want and I’m going to take it.

She pushes her tongue deeper into my mouth and I suck on it as my hands slip between her thighs, sticky with her arousal and Dray’s come. Because he fucked her without protection, got to feel inside her with no barrier.

I want that too.

I glide two fingers inside her. He’s already worked her loose and I reach all the way up, three-knuckles deep, brushing against the spot that has her legs shaking. I work at it until she’s tugging at my hair, and moaning right into my mouth.

“Beaufort,” she murmurs against my lips and I have never heard anything so beautiful before. Like the sweetest of melodies. Haunting and precious.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” I whisper back. “I got you. I always got you.”

I take ahold of her hip and thrust my fingers in and out of her, hitting that spot each time; the sound wet. Her pussy walls flutter around my fingers and she grips on to me.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Come on.”

She whimpers, her eyelids flutter shut and her pussy clenches tight around my fingers, and then she comes, those pussy walls sucking at me hungrily.

“Shit,” Dray says from the floor. “You’re so hot, little Kitten.”

I break away from our kiss, and sweep back the loose strands of hair from her face.

“That’s it, pretty mate. You’re doing so well.”

“You’re not doing so badly yourself,” she says with a satisfied smile.

“You know how I could be doing even better?”

“How?”

“If you climbed into my lap and rode me like you rode him.” I jerk my chin in Dray’s direction and squeeze her ass. “Think your pretty pussy could take being fucked like that again so soon after the last time?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Are you serious? The kitten can multiple-orgasm like she’s magic or something.” Dray chuckles. “She was made for multiple fuckings and multiple mates.”

I place my hands back on the arms of the chair.

“Okay then, sweetheart.”

I smile at her wickedly and she understands.

First, she unbuttons my shirt, sliding her hot hands over the contours on my chest followed by her nails. The scrape on my skin has me groaning. She grins and trails a finger all the way down the center of my chest, over my stomach and down to the waist of my pants. The sensation makes me shiver.

She yanks at my belt, biting at her lip as she does, and threads down the zipper, then reaches inside my briefs to curl her fist around my cock .

“Like that?” I ask.

“Uh huh,” she murmurs.

“Then come ride it, sweetheart.”

“We’ve talked about this, Beaufort,” she says, with a wicked smile that reminds me of my bond brother. “You need to ask nicely.”

“Little thrall,” I say with a grunt, thrusting my cock up into her fist, “please come sit on my lap, sink onto my damn cock and ride me like you rode him.”

My cock still in her grip, she places one knee on the far side of my thigh and then the other knee on the opposite side. She hovers above me like a siren, the smell of her skin divine. I lean closer and suck her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the stiff point before nipping at it.

She whimpers and sinks straight down on my cock like I asked.

“Fuck,” I hiss, because it’s the first time we’ve done this without protection and I can feel so much more; the tight soft, sponge of her walls.

“Beaufort,” she mutters like she did when my fingers were inside her.

“That feel good, Kitten?” Dray asks. “You like his cock inside you?”

“Yes,” she says, and as if to prove just how much she likes it, she grinds her hips, getting herself off on the feel of my cock.

I’m not in control any more, she is, and I lay my head against the back of the chair and watch her.

Her blonde hair’s shaken loose and it falls over her shoulder.

Her skin is golden in the firelight. Her breasts voluptuous, her nipples pert and pink.

My gaze trails down her body to where we’re combined, to where my cock disappears inside her. It looks so damn good.

She grips my shoulders, her nails pinching my skin again, and then she’s lifting up and down my cock. Bouncing on me. It’s making her wild. Her face contorts with the intensity and the noises that fly from her mouth are unconfined.

I like the way she’s unconcerned, unselfconscious. She takes her pleasure with no shame, no performance, no limits.

We come together as Dray looks on. She milks my cock like she did my fingers as I fill her deep inside her cunt.

When it’s over, she flops bonelessly into my arms and Dray comes to kneel before us, pressing kisses into the crook of her neck.

“See, this is how things are meant to be,” I say. “Together.”

“Sharing,” Dray growls.

“Maybe you’re right,” she says. “But if you are, that means Thorne is meant to be a part of this too.”