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More came up than I thought we could bite off, but we were making progress.
Even if we weren’t, I was on cloud nine because we officially had Kit.
She chose us, and that elated me beyond belief.
The woman we all loved, still loved us enough to forgive us for our wrongs.
Even if we thought we were leaving her in good hands withs someone we thought we could trust, the truth scorched our souls.
The knowledge of her destruction would haunt me forever now that we got a glimpse of it.
“Are you okay?” Kit paused entering our room as the others made their way inside.
“Oh, um, yeah. I just feel like this is a dream. You’re mine, but I don’t feel like I’ve earned it, so it can’t be real.” Rubbing the back of my head, I hated how juvenile I sounded.
Kit just smirked at me, acting like what I said made her laugh.
When I gave her a look of confusion, she stepped right up into my bubble and planted an affectionate kiss against my lips.
Just like old times, she leapt up to wrap her legs around me, and I caught her like I rode a bike on the first day of summer.
My heart hurt because this new freedom cost more than I had ever planned. I ached within my soul because she was finally mine. It might not make sense to everyone, but it did for me. This pain captured my breath seeing her smile, feeling the heat of her body against me again.
We were once wild and free, doing this maneuver in the hallways of our high school in between classes because I could never keep my hands off her.
We were often late because we couldn’t stop without being pulled apart by Turner.
Though, when he found us this time, he pulled us into an empty room and continued watching how her body gyrated against me for better friction.
I was already harder than a rock, yearning for where this would lead.
She felt that stiffness, begging for our clothes to dissolve right now to have me inside of her.
Exactly how we had always been, and we got to have it forever this time.
No more goodbyes, no more suffering. Our footsteps paved through the fires of our trauma, lost to the torments that no longer held us prisoner.
If the nightmares came for any of us, we’d wake in the arms of each other. That idea alone would make the worst day better. Moaning, I couldn’t help myself. She smelled of us with a tinge of sandalwood. I could handle that as long as her pussy still tasted of her sweet lemon scent.
She lifted my shirt to go over my head, breaking our rushed kiss for a single second. It felt too long as I did the same to her. Kit knew the others were all around us, but she didn’t care. We were pack and wanted to see her naked just like she undressed me right now to do the same.
Shivering, I couldn’t help it because we had this again, and we were pack.
Kit was ours for the taking, and I’d be loving every minute of this first sampling.
Lying her back on the big bed, I let the others file in as I slowly removed her pants.
As usual, no underwear stood in my way of her delicious cunt.
Her sweet scent fumigated the area once her pants were off for us to enjoy.
Salivating, I couldn’t believe how lucky I got to be eyeing her swollen folds of pink again.
Kit Andrews lied underneath me, and I planned to devour her like it was my last meal.
Not hesitating or pausing, I dove right in.
My tongue split open every small crevice to taste her, cleaning her completely to have her linger in my mouth.
I was savage, ruining her right in front of the others without making room for them.
They were forced to observe as she began rocking her hips against my mouth, squeezing my head between her thighs.
If I died like this, I’d be fine with it, drowning in her sweet juices while suffocating in her lemon scent.
My arms helped her clench around me, refusing to evacuate at the risk of dying in this position.
There would be no living until she came all over my face.
She was close, I could feel her seizing up to begin her climax.
It built in pressure, making her cursing turn into breathy mutters of perfection.
“Cheshire,” she murmured my nickname, praising me for what I was about to do to her.
Her hands fisted into my hair, refusing me to move too because she wanted this just as much as I did.
When she couldn’t hold out a second longer, she sprayed all over me, I felt the first gush slip from her lower lips, but before I could delve deeper, someone ripped me by the back of the neck to move me out.
Ryatt did it as Franco and Kayos took over my spot to lick her release for themselves. It was my prize, but I also understood why they wanted to taste her. She’d be our own addiction, and we never had to give it up with us claiming her. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were served.