Page 29 of Third Offense

Because I wanted his cum.

Right fucking now.

“Sorin,” I begged. “Zian.Please.”

Zian pushed Sorin closer, jerking him so that I could see every movement. “I think she wants this,” Zian told him, his grip tightening around Sorin’s shaft. He gave a little twist at the tip, making Sorin buck into his fist.

“Do you want his cum, sweet bird?” Zian asked me. His midnight irises held more than just love for me; the depths of them lusted for me, wanting my body, my orgasms…

And my throat swallowing Sorin’s essence.

“Yes!” I cried as my body shook uncontrollably, another climax mounting from the jets punishing my sex. “Give it to me,” I begged, opening my mouth to stick out my tongue.

Sorin cursed as Zian worked him over harder, bringing my light-haired mate to the edge in a matter of moments.

He roared as white ropes of cum shot into my mouth, over my face, and across my breasts, dissipating into the bubbling water.

My entire body tingled and thrummed with overextended pleasure, making me delirious.

Then Sorin crashed to one knee as Zian turned off the jets.

I sank against the restraints, my muscles spasming.

Because now I wanted Zian inside me, and based on how fast he was undoing my bindings, he needed to fuck me, too.

“Come here,” Sorin said, softly taking my hand and pulling me up and out of the tub.

Water and cum dripped down my breasts as Sorin carried me across the bathroom to the shower where Zian stood waiting.

I wasn’t even sure how or when he’d turned on the water.

And I didn’t care.

Because I was in his arms in the next moment, my legs around his waist just like before, only this time there were no clothes between us.

He entered me in a swift thrust of his hips as my back met the marbled shower wall.

I gasped, only for Sorin to close his mouth over mine while Zian fucked me.

Slowly.

Thoroughly.

Oh, so tenderly.

He avoided my abused clit, allowing me to come down from my high.

And maintained a gentle momentum as he breathed praise.

“That’s a good little bird,” Sorin whispered against my lips. “Take his cock and his cum.”

I held onto Zian’s arms for dear life as he continued his sensuous assault, his rhythm driving me mad with need as he stroked me deep.

Sorin pinched my chin between his fingers and forced me to look at Zian. Then he leaned in and nibbled on my neck. “You look so beautiful on his cock, little bird,” he told me. “So fucking good.”

I clenched around Zian, my body erupting in flames once more.

“And you came so beautifully for us, too,” Sorin continued. “I almost preferred your screams to your purrs.”