voice, the effort of holding himself back from release. Part of me wants him to—wants to see his cum spill over his fingers, see his hips jerk forward into his hand as he stares down at me.
But the other part of me? The greedy she-wolf who isn’t done claiming her mates? She wants more.
I want to be touching all three of my men when they come. I want to feel it viscerally, want to be as deeply connected to them as possible when it happens.
Sliding my lips up Dare’s cock one last time, I release him from my mouth, dragging my hand out from inside my pants as I look up at Trystan. “Fuck me. Please.”
I’ve always thought I suck at dirty talk, but maybe I’m getting better, because the words fall off my tongue easily, my voice husky with desire. And he doesn’t need me to ask twice.
All three men quickly tug off their clothes, and I do the same, pulling my shirt over my head before undoing my pants. They’re faster than I am, and I’m just shoving my pants down over my hips when they join me on the bed.
Trystan pushes me gently back onto the mattress and takes over the job of undressing me, peeling my pants and panties down my legs before tossing them away. Then he hooks my legs under the knees and drags me a little closer to him, lifting my ass off the bed a little as the tip of his cock grazes my soaked entrance.
“This is what you want, Sable?” he asks, his voice both teasing and loaded with desire. “You want my cock?” He jerks his chin at Archer and Dare, who have settled on their knees on either side of us, fisting their hard lengths. “You want their cocks?”
“Yes,” I whisper, my hips gyrating a little as I arch my back, desperate to feel Trystan slide into me. “I want all of you.”
I don’t know quite how that’s possible, but it’s exactly what I want. I want them all. Not one after another—at the same time.
Trystan groans softly. Then he notches his shaft at my entrance and drives into me. It’s a smooth, deep thrust, and the feel of him filling me completely makes me tip my head back, my body momentarily overwhelmed by the sensations. He gives me just a second to adjust to him, then he begins to fuck me in even strokes, gazing down at me as he holds my legs right where he wants them.
I’m not in control of our movements at all. It’s all Trystan. But he gives me just what I need, driving into me and grinding against me a little every time he bottoms out, making my already swollen clit pulse with pleasure.
On either side of us, Archer and Dare are watching, and the look on their faces as they watch Trystan fuck me almost makes me come again right away.
But I don’t want to—not like this. I still want more.
As Trystan continues to thrust in and out of me, I start to reach up toward Archer. But before I can wrap my fingers around his hand and at least join him in stroking his cock, Trystan pulls out of me.
I let out a startled, indignant sound, and he laughs, leaning over me to kiss me deeply. When we break apart, his lips graze my ear as he whispers, “Don’t worry, I’m not done. Not by a long fucking shot. But I know what you want.”
Then he leans back, giving my ass a squeeze as he flips me over onto all fours. I realize what he’s doing with a thrill of excitement, and I glance back over my shoulder at him as I splay my palms and fingers over the bedspread.
His cock is slick and wet, and when he grabs my hips and drives back into me, my body easily accommodates him. As he begins to fuck me from behind, Dare and Archer move around so that they’re closer to my head than the sides of my body. I look up at them, suddenly understanding exactly what Trystan had in mind.
Leaning forward a little, I graze my tongue over Archer’s cock before wrapping my lips around him, hollowing my cheeks as I suck lightly. Leaving one hand on the bed for balance, I reach up with the other and wrap my fingers around Dare’s hardness, loving the way he grunts in approval.
This is what I wanted. What I needed.
I’m connected to all