took her breath away. He rolled the rose-tipped buds between his fingers before lowering his head to press his lips over each crest. He didn’t look to her for approval before closing his mouth over one stiff peak and sucking hard. She moaned, her fingers digging into Asch’s thighs.
As if picking up some unintentional cue from her, Asch began to move inside of her again. His pace was slower than before, but she could feel the muscles beneath her hands straining and she knew that it must have been a huge effort for him to stop thrusting.
Both men pleasuring her as they were, she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t enjoying it. The anxiety she had felt still lurked around the edges, making her nerves tingle. It only heightened the experience for her though, reminding her that what she was doing was so wrong, even as it felt so good.
Bracing her hands on Caim’s shoulders, she arched into both males, flexing her hips against Asch while thrusting her chest into Caim. Asch increased his pace, his breaths becoming ragged. Caim continued to ravish her breasts, his hungry mouth moving to her other nipple. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as his tongue flicked out to draw circles along the dusky flesh of her areola.
The air was thick with the smell of heated, male flesh. She could smell earth and rain, pine and cedar. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to become fully immersed in the two alphas.
Her world spiraled into a haze of sensations. Asch’s thick length penetrating her. Caim worshipping her breasts. It was all too much.
Her orgasm rocked her to the core and a scream tore from her chest. Asch snarled and bit down hard on her neck as he came with her. She could feel his rigid flesh pulsing as he poured himself deep within her.
No sooner did Asch’s mouth leave her neck, Caim was pulling her from the other alpha’s lap. She caught a glimpse of his dark, feral eyes before he was turning her around. To her surprise, Asch helped him. Still breathing hard, he put his hands under her arms, encouraging her to wrap her arms around his neck.
She understood what they were doing and knew that it was necessary. They all needed this.
No longer afraid, she buried her head in the crook of Asch’s neck while Caim lifted her hips, shifting her so that she was on her knees, her backside fully exposed to him. Asch stroked her hair as Caim positioned himself behind her. She felt the blunt tip of him bearing into her tender, outer folds.
She prepared herself for the inevitable pain of his entrance. By his own admission and her very vivid recollection, Caim was extremely large , and he had all the finesse of a battering ram.
The pain was minimal though. Caim carefully inched into her silken passage, hissing as he came fully inside of her. He rocked into her, his movements slow and deep.
She had never imagined it could be like this. They were her alphas, both of them, and they shared her so perfectly.
Caim’s pace quickened as he began to swell within her. She could feel the tension in him as he prepared for his release, and she urged him on, clenching her inner muscles in a way that made him growl.
She had been too sore to come again, but she felt a profound satisfaction when she felt him shudder, his hot seed jetting inside of her.
Without the sounds of pleasure or skin smacking together, all that was left to fill the room was their heavy breaths. They stayed still for a moment, panting, before Caim pulled out of her with a groan.
Asch eased her down onto the bed. Suddenly anxious again, she looked up at him, searching his handsome face. Eyes soft, he leaned down to place a reassuring kiss on her forehead. She went boneless with relief, melting back into the soft mattress.
Caim settled in to lie on her left side, throwing one of his hard legs over the lower half of her body in a possessive gesture. Asch pulled a blanket over her and then wrapped his arm around her middle. He buried his nose in her hair and let out a
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