Flynn, Joyee - My Feisty Kitten [Purrfect Mates 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Joyee Flynn Read Free Book Online Page B

sounds I was making, but I wasn’t above screaming in pleasure if it made him feel confident about our coupling and my enjoyment.
    “No! I fucking love it.” And I did. He was taking me to places I didn’t know existed.
    “Gods, I just want to mark every inch of you so no one doubts you’re mine!”
    “Do it,” I cried out and held him tighter. “I know you bite me once to claim me, but you can bite me more than once, right?”
    “You’d let me do that?” he asked, gasping for breath as he stilled his hips. Aaron raised his head and stared down at me with his eyebrows drawn together. “Imogen was so adamant about him not being food I thought you’d feel the same way. You’re okay with having my fang marks showing on you.”
    “I wouldn’t want anyone’s fang marks, Aaron,” I said gently as I cupped his cheek. “But yours? Hell yeah. Let everyone in our world see who I belong to. I mean they’ll heal so I can go around humans, right?”
    “Yes, yes they will,” he growled and ran his tongue over his fangs for me to see. “Are you sure about this, Sasha?”
    “Yes,” I hissed and arched my neck as an offering. He didn’t hesitate. He sunk them deep in my throat and then fucked me like a crazed man. And I thought he’d been going fast before! I screamed out his name as I climaxed. His bite was like a ball of pleasure with a little bit of pain, and since I liked those lines blurred during sex, we were the perfect pair.
    Aaron raised his head and turned mine to have access to the other side of my neck. Then he bit me again. And I came again. We went through this five times before I thought my dick would fall off and he finished inside of me.
    “Holy. Shit.” I gasped for air, more worn out than I can ever remember feeling in my entire life.
    “Change your mind about bottoming, my feisty tiger?” he whispered as he moved his hips. I lowered my legs with a groan, sore in all the right places.
    “That’s my nickname for Sasha,” a quiet voice said behind Aaron. I looked over his shoulder as he did and almost laughed at the picture Imogen made. He had his spent cock in hand and cum all over it and him.
    “I know, but it’s accurate in his case. He is quite feisty, and he’s my tiger, too,” Aaron replied hesitantly. “I can give him a different one if you like.”
    Imogen glanced at me with my goofy grin on my face and shook his head. “No, you are quite right. He is keeper to both of us, and I wouldn’t begrudge you for referring to him as such. Sasha is mine as much as yours. And I didn’t give him a grin like that after our coupling.”
    “You did, baby,” I said gently as I held out my hand to him. He shook his head at first, but when I wiggled it in the air to show I wasn’t taking no for an answer he sighed and came to me. He knelt down next to us, leery of Aaron. I wiped my fingers through the cooling cum on his hand and licked it off. “Mmm, like ripe summer apples.”
    “Did I really make you smile like you are now?”
    “Yeah, you did, Imogen,” I answered as I wrapped one arm around him and one around Aaron. “This isn’t a competition, okay? You’re both my mates. You’re different as can be but both important to me. The sex with you was just as hot. Like your wings did it for me, but as you can see, Aaron doesn’t have any, but he has other attributes that drive me wild. Him sinking his fangs in me as he did his cock was a whole new type of sexy, too.”
    “Hello?” Someone called out from the front door, and I was pretty sure it was Cord. My mates and I stared at each other with wide eyes. Yeah, there was so no way we were going to get cleaned up in time. I saw Imogen do his eye-fluttering thing, but he was interrupted.
    “Why the fuck do I smell cum and caramel coming from the kitchen?” Avery snarled. “Seriously? You guys had two rooms you could play in!”
    “Sorry,” I said, trying not to laugh, but it didn’t work. Imogen, Aaron, and I busted out