Chapter 20
Sinclair bent me over the mattress, pressing my belly into the edge.
Kyan’s thighs braced my arms, displaying his hard, leaking cock for me. Behind Kyan, sprawled across the pillows, Elias lay raggedly panting from our last bout of sex. Kyan’s fingertips gently touched my jaw, bringing my focus back to him.
His already dark eyes seemed onyx. A shiver crept down my spine. I dropped my gaze from Kyan to his straining cock. My mouth watered, and I couldn’t look away from his cum.
He grasped the base of his cock, right above his knot, and squeezed.
“When you look at me like that . . .” He trailed off, hissing out a breath as another wave of cum leaked from his tip.
Sinclair moaned. “Whatever is going on up there, keep doing it,” he wheezed. He pumped forward, and my mouth grazed the tip. His sweet taste coated my lip, and I flicked my tongue out to collect the seed, keeping my focus on him. I loved the hitch in his breath.
Sinclair thrust again, our release slicking the inside of my thighs. Another shiver crested down my spine. I dipped to taste Kyan. He moaned, “Briar.”
My entire body clenched.
Sinclair gasped again, and his thrusts picked up until he was driving his knot deep inside me and forcing it out with each plunge of his cock. The cock in my mouth muffled my cries. Kyan bunched my hair in his fist, pumping with just as much fervor.
Sinclair moaned, his accent deepening with desire. “You delicious piece of ass.” His palm slapped against the side of my ass. I yelped, and my pussy clamped down on his cock.
My orgasm wracked my frame, but I didn’t stop sucking Kyan. I slid my hand down the wet shaft until I squeezed his knot.
Kyan shouted, his grip on my hair slackening, his head falling back to show me his straining neck.
His seed jutted down my throat, and I worked to swallow the massive amount.
His grip tightened in my hair, and he scrunched it in his palm until it stung my scalp.
Sinclair pulled out suddenly with a gasp, and warmth spread across my spine.
My channel kept clamping onto nothing, and I whimpered around the cock in my mouth, my eyes falling shut as I rode the waves of my release while I drank his taste down.
There was a thud from behind me, and then the bed dipped at my side. Sinclair’s hand slid to my thigh.
Kyan tugged my hair until I looked at him, and his touch softened. I lifted my head, and he cupped my jaw, swiping his thumb across my lower lip and pressing it between them.
“Fuck,” he mumbled gutturally, his chest heaving.
I climbed higher on the bed, crawling over Kyan to reach Elias.
He still lay on the pillow, his head back, eyes shut.
I swung my leg over his hips and seated myself.
His nostrils flared, and he rolled me onto my back, so he was on top of me, knees digging into the mattress.
His chest expanded, and a wild look crossed his green gaze.
I whimpered, wiggling my hips. The move ripped him out of whatever had a hold of him, and his hands banded around my waist.
He rolled his hips, rocking into me with deep thrusts. He settled into a maddening rhythm. Sweat slicked his skin, making him glisten. I leaned back to look at the roll of his body. He was so damn hot.
Focus strained his features.
“Harder,” I moaned, sinking my fingers into Elias’ shoulders. Each thrust was tinged with desperation, jostling the bed with each ram of his hips.
“Oh, yes, yes,” I whimpered. Elias braced his arm under my back, arching my spine, and he went harder.
Elias grunted, but he didn’t slow.
Pleasure and pain became a melded mess, keeping me on the edge of whichever number orgasm I was on.
Elias’ teeth sank into my neck—right over my Scent Gland—claiming me.
I screamed, raking my nails down his back as the orgasm slammed into me.
The shock on his face told me he hadn’t meant to claim me, but his expression was taken over by rapture. Elias pumped his hips again, grinding his knot inside me as deep as he could go.
“Mine,” he slurred and burrowed his nose against my neck as he came, knotting me as I toppled over the edge with him.