Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,46

my attention.

I licked my lips as he straightened. “Come closer,” I urged.

He did, bringing that bobbing member closer. I let go of his wrist, then wrapped my grip around his shaft and opened my mouth.

“Trakhni menya.” He gave a guttural growl as the smooth head slid along my tongue. “Arran,” he called the Wolf as his fingers speared through my hair.

My lover obliged in an instant, rising from his viewpoint on the sofa and circling me before kneeling. I focused on the slow slide of my grip, taking Vitold in deeper. The Russian’s fingers tangled in my hair, driving the thrust deeper. But it was the slow slide of Arran’s finger down the length of my spine that drew my focus. He kissed my shoulder blade before sliding his hand around to my front.

I gave a groan as he found the place where I needed him to be.

“Vitold’s right, you are very wet,” Arran agreed, making me clench my entire core and rise against his fingers as he circled my clit and slipped inside. “And I’m so fucking close.” With a snarl, he left my heat and gripped my hips, lifting me. I splayed even wider as his thighs slid under mine.

I reached around, gripped Vitold’s ass, and drove him harder into my mouth. He groaned and muttered more Russian as his hold on my head turned into a vise. But it was that length against my core that made me rock my hips.

“Carina.” Arran let out a groan as he gripped my hips. Now it was my turn to go round and round.

“Fuck me,” Vitold snarled, and pulled my mouth deep against him, holding my head there. Saliva spilled from my mouth as his cock kicked and pulsed, and warmth shot down the back of my throat. I held him against me as he emptied.

“That’s my special agent,” he moaned, easing the pressure on the back of my head. Instead, he mussed my hair and pulled out just a little, leaving me room to swallow.

A gentle brush of his thumb across my lips spread remnants of his cum around my mouth. Still I rocked, leaning forward, sliding my core along the shaft of Arran’s length, until he angled his hips and that blunted head slid in.

My breath caught, and my eyes closed, savoring the feel of him as I drove slowly down.

“So tight,” Arran sighed, his hand sliding down my back. “So fucking perfect.”

I focused on the sensation, grinding and driving. I lowered my head, Vitold’s hand still fisted in my hair. “That’s the way, krasivaya. Ride him, take all you need.”

I closed my eyes as that aching darkness licked deep, leaving a trail of fire inside me. The taste of Vitold lingered on my lips, as I felt the thrust of Arran deep inside me.

“Use me,” Arran whispered. “Use…me.”

I ground my hips against him, picking up the pace as the chaos in my chest demanded more. More Wolf. More them. Always more, thumping against my thighs, buried deep in my sex. Aching. I ached…and ached…and ached. Darkness moved through me, finding the marks on their bodies. My marks. Through the connection, I unleashed my power and let out a cry as Arran growled.

“Take it,” he bellowed. “Take it!”

With a final hard slam of my hips, I tipped over the edge, falling headlong into endless bliss. My body clenched, released, and clenched, squeezing Arran’s cock. He let out a roar and drove my hips down, thrusting his cock deep inside as he emptied.

I stayed like that, with Vitold’s fist in my hair, as harsh breaths savaged my chest.

“Fuck me, what the hell was that?” Arran let out a ragged groan.

“Her,” Vitold answered. I lifted my head, our gazes colliding. There was more than love in his eyes. There was utter devotion.

They would kill for me. The thought filled me as Phantom’s desperation rose once more. They’d tear apart the world.

My body twitched and pulsed, and I knew unequivocally, I’d kill for them too.

The sound of footsteps drew us from the heat of love. Vitold slid his hand from cupping my head as Arran steadied me, his cock sliding out as Phantom strode through the sheer curtains and lifted his gaze to us.

There was a flare of his nostrils, scenting the heady remnant of passion, as he narrowed his gaze. “Has my special agent worked out her frustrations?”

“Depends on what ‘frustrations’ we’re talking about,” I answered, and pushed upwards.

My legs trembled, warmth cooling on my inner thighs. Phantom lowered his