Tail of Temptation
SCARLETT
Kane palmed my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple until I was whimpering into his mouth. Every breath I tried to take, he stole it, groaning against my lips like he couldn’t get enough.
Saint’s tongue pressed harder between my thighs, licking me through the soaked fabric of my shorts with long, desperate strokes.
He whimpered against my core, the vibration making my hips twitch as slick dripped down my thighs.
His big hands held my legs open wider, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin as he nuzzled closer, practically burying his face in my pussy like he was starving for me.
Kane finally pulled back just enough to let me gasp for air.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Kane shivered, his black eyes locked between my legs. The air was thick with my arousal, sweet and undeniable, and I felt my cheeks flame hot with embarrassment.
Saint whimpered against my core, licking harder through the center patch, looking drunk on the scent.
Kane’s voice dropped even lower, rough and commanding. “Saint, pull her shorts down. Let’s see how soaked our girl really is.”
Saint didn’t hesitate. With a soft, eager whine, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my tiny shorts and dragged them down my legs in one smooth motion.
Cool air hit my drenched panties, and I realized just how bad it was, the black lace was completely soaked through, slick visibly sliding down my inner thighs and dripping onto the couch.
I gasped in embarrassment and tried to close my legs, one hand flying down to cover myself.
Kane caught my wrist instantly, pinning it above my head with an amused chuckle. “No no, love,” he purred with delight. “Don’t you dare hide that pretty pussy from us. We earned this view after behaving all fucking day. Look at you… dripping like a good little Omega for your Alphas.”
I whimpered, face burning, but my body betrayed me and more slick leaked out at his words.
Kane used his free hand to push my tank top up, shoving it over my breasts until they spilled free, nipples hard and aching in the cool air.
His irises stretched wide, the black bleeding into something more feral as his wolf surged to the surface.
“Mate… mate… mate…” he snarled under his breath, voice layered with the animal inside him, the word repeating like a mantra.
To my absolute shock, a fluffy brown tail suddenly popped out from behind him, wagging wildly like an excited puppy.
Kane froze for half a second, cheeks actually flushing. He glanced back at his own tail like it had betrayed him.
“Behave,” he hissed at his own tail, trying (and failing) to sound stern. The tail just wagged harder. “Not now, you horny bastard.”
I couldn’t help it even with no voice, a silent laugh shook my shoulders, eyes crinkling with amusement.
Kane’s embarrassment vanished instantly, replaced by that wicked grin again. “Oh, you think that’s funny, princess?”
His tail, still fluffy and wagging brushed teasingly over my bare stomach, then lower, the soft fur tickling my sensitive skin. He used it deliberately, dragging the fluffy tip across my ribs, under my breasts, and down to my inner thighs, making me squirm and giggle silently.
Saint lifted his head from between my thighs, lips shiny with my slick, and gave a happy little chuff at the sight of Kane’s tail misbehaving. He leaned in and licked a slow stripe up my stomach, eyes sparkling with amusement.
Kane’s tail kept tickling me, brushing over my nipples and making me twitch and writhe while he held my wrists pinned.
“See what you do to us?” he muttered, leaning down to bite my bottom lip. “Even my wolf can’t behave around you.”
I was a mess, laughing, panting, slick dripping, and completely overwhelmed by the three of them.
Kane’s fluffy brown tail kept brushing and tickling me without mercy.
It was too much. I squirmed wildly, trying to push the mischievous tail away with my free hand, but it just wagged faster and teased me more.
I mouthed desperately at Kane, eyes wide and pleading: *Stop, please..it tickles too much!*
Kane’s grin only widened, completely unrepentant. “Aw, love, you’re begging already? So cute.”
Before I could react, he slammed his mouth down on my right breast, wrapping his lips around the stiff nipple and sucking hard.
I gasped sharply, back arching off the couch as pleasure shot straight to my core.
His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to make me whimper.
At the same time, his hand squeezed my left breast roughly, kneading the soft flesh, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.
My head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. The dual sensation, Kane’s hot, wet mouth sucking one breast while his hand tormented the other made my pussy clench hard around nothing. More slick gushed out, soaking my panties even further.
I didn’t even realize Rhys had stood up until he was suddenly right beside my head.
His large hand gently but firmly grabbed my jaw, tilting my face toward him. Golden eyes burned down at me, calm and commanding.
“Open your mouth, darling.”
I obeyed instantly, lips parting on a shaky breath.
Rhys’s voice dropped lower. “Stick out your tongue.”
I did, sliding my tongue out shyly. The second it appeared, Rhys leaned down and captured it with his own.
He sucked on my tongue like it was his favorite treat, slow, deep pulls that made my toes curl. His lips sealed around it, tongue stroking and swirling around mine in the most obscene kiss I’d ever experienced.
He kissed me like he was marking every inch of my mouth, sucking harder, licking, tasting me completely while I moaned helplessly into him.
Pleasure crashed over me from every direction.
Kane sucked my nipple harder, growling against my breast as his hand squeezed the other one possessively. Saint whimpered between my thighs, licking faster through my drenched panties, drinking every drop of my slick.
I was lost, trembling, whimpering, drowning in sensation. Rhys’s mouth on my tongue, Kane devouring my breasts, Saint worshipping my pussy… it was too much.
My body was on fire, hips twitching desperately, slick pouring out of me as I teetered right on the edge.
Rhys finally released my tongue with a wet pop, lips brushing mine as he whispered, “Good girl.”
I was shaking, barely able to think, completely at their mercy.
And they still hadn’t even taken my panties off yet.
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