13. Ava #2
I was supposed to be trying to get Lycan and Poe back together.
I was supposed to be making one (or both) of them jealous enough to reunite, to want each other again.
Poe should have listened to the witch. They should be together.
Here I was, enjoying myself, kneeling with a dripping cunt and the taste of Lycan’s precum on my tongue.
I was being selfish. I was ruining everything.
I locked eyes with Poe as Lycan slipped his cock down the back of my throat, and I swallowed.
“Oh, fuck,” Lycan moaned. “Do that again.”
I did, massaging his length, making his fingers tighten in my hair.
Poe’s mouth dropped open, and his bonding scent filtered in through the cracks around the window.
I inhaled as Lycan withdrew, and suddenly…
things shifted. Maybe I should have stopped the whole scene.
Maybe I should have told Lycan that Poe was watching.
Perhaps I should have been repulsed by the whole idea of having been caught by my husband’s ex.
But…I wasn’t. My skin burned, and the electrifying combination of my arousal mixed with Lycan’s and Poe’s exhilarated me. I wanted to reach my hand down between my legs and wring another orgasm from my oversensitive body.
Something about the three of us together in this complicated mess churned a crank in my soul, settling into a sense of rightness that I’d never experienced before.
I liked that Poe was watching me get Lycan off.
I liked the sickly sweet combination of our scents.
With that realization and acceptance, my internal micromanager went completely silent.
Lycan fucked me until I gagged, until spit slid down my chin, until my eyes burned with tears. Then he suddenly yanked himself away.
“Such a good little cock sleeve,” he said, wiping a hand over my chin to clean me up. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
He leaned down to grab my ass and hauled me up so my legs wrapped around his hips. He sat on the couch with me straddling his lap.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said. “Keep Paris close if you need it.”
I wouldn’t. My entire body shivered with excitement, and somehow, Poe, still standing outside the window, made it even more intense. I wished he’d interrupt. I wished he’d come in and join us. But that was too depraved, wasn’t it? How could I be so reckless as to want both of them?
Lycan must have noticed I’d gotten distracted.
He paused with his cock lined up at my entrance.
I glanced up at him, only to see his focus had shifted over my shoulder to the window behind me.
I froze, sitting stiff on his lap as I wondered if he would stop, if he would reprimand Poe for daring to stand on the porch like a creep while my husband fucked me.
Instead, Lycan’s grip on my hips tightened, and he eased my body down on top of him, impaling me, sinking so deep I felt him in my teeth. He looked up and curled his lips into an arrogant smirk.
“Does it turn you on to see him watching?” he whispered inside my head, rolling his hips up and down. “Do you like having an audience when you give me what’s mine?”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
I didn’t know if it was the addition of Poe or my confirmation that made him growl and claw my waist. Either way, he rocked my pelvis back and forth, and I put my hands on his chest as leverage, pressing my forehead against his while his massive cock worked my cunt.
“Rub your clit, pet,” he said. “I want to see you come again.”
I reached between us and circled my sensitive skin, ramping up my arousal.
Slippery sounds slapped against the walls, and my muscles seized.
Lycan kissed my neck and licked down my chest to my breasts, where he sucked one nipple into his mouth with a gentle nibble.
I didn’t know what I expected. After the way he’d fucked my mouth, I thought he’d be rougher… harder. But this was almost tender.
He moaned and tilted his head back, exposing the thick, corded muscles on his throat.
I had the sudden urge to sink my fangs into that exposed skin, but I stopped myself.
We could still get this thing annulled, and even though I was enjoying myself, Lycan had been adamant that he didn’t want to be mated, especially not with me.
I fucked myself against him, squeezing him, clenching down to bring myself closer.
When I hit that precipice, my world shattered.
The tether between us, once tiny and nascent, blared to life, roping around my heart, propelling me into this decadent thing with him.
He worked me through it, his moans and whispered murmurs of, “So fucking good. Yes, yes. Fuck yes. Take it. You fucking take it so good,” filling my mind.
He kept going, muttering filthy words in between groans and masculine whimpers. The sounds he made were my favorite part. If I could unmake a male this strong, what did that say about me?
He finally froze inside me, painting my cunt with his cum, his knot expanding to lock us into place.
That, too, was amazing, a gentle pressure at the front and back of my cunt holding me firmly to him.
I collapsed against his chest, and Lycan wrapped his arms around me, kissing any skin he could find.
“Fuck, that was incredible. Are you okay?”
“Perfect,” I managed to say. My throat rasped and ached, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked it. I wanted to do it again. He brushed hair out of my face as I leaned in to him, nuzzling against his throat, relishing the echoes of bliss that swam through my blood.
When I looked back at the window, it was empty. Poe had left, and for some reason, that hurt more than I wanted to admit.