Backstage at the Freak Show (Harem of Freaks #7) - Crystal Ash Page 0,23

his arm, “I could let you guys sit back and relax. Get in the right mood for your honeymoon.”

She slid off the seat, kneeling in front of him as she pulled apart his belt. My cock twitched and I pulled my hand away from it, or else I’d be too close to the point of no return already.

“Come here, Raz,” Mel patted the seat next to Hunter, then slid his pants down to his knees.

“Ah, remember when we first did this, wolf?” I smirked at him as I scooted over, my tattooed thigh pressing against his pale one. “Feels like it just happened.”

Hunter chuckled, which turned into a moan as Mel dragged her soft tongue down the length of his shaft. “I was terrified of touching you back then,” he murmured to me. “I knew once I did, there would be no going back.”

“And look at us now,” I cupped the back of his neck and pressed my forehead to his. “Fucking marital bliss.”

He smiled before our mouths crashed together. I closed my eyes as I tasted him, soon feeling Mel’s soft hand wrap around my thick base. The only sounds I heard were Hunter’s moans and our wife’s wet mouth sucking him greedily.

“Oh, God.” Hunter’s mouth broke away from mine to watch her bob up and down on him. “You’re so good at that, beautiful.”

I bit his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying his face and the hitched breaths he took. Mel’s hand gently stroked me from root to tip, and I wrapped my hand around hers to make her squeeze harder.

She released Hunter’s dick with a wet pop of her lips and smiled up at me as she moved over to my cock.

“Is my dragon asking for more attention?” Her tongue circled my head, flicking at the three piercings on the flared edge.

“Always,” I stroked her cheek. “I can never get enough of you.”

My wife swallowed me into her mouth and my head slammed back against the headrest at the sensation. Her lips and tongue were fucking heaven. How could such soft body parts get me as hard as a steel rod?

Hunter grabbed my face for another rough kiss, Mel’s hand working his long, gorgeous cock in my peripheral vision. She went back and forth between us for ages, sometimes taking a break to stroke both of us while we kissed each other and her.

“I love you,” I murmured to her, leaning over to cradle her face as I kissed her. “Te iubesc, steluta,” I repeated in my mother tongue.

She was the first person I fell in love with, and Hunter, the second. I’d known casual sex and debauchery with both genders all my life. Everyone wanted to hook up with the tattooed bad boy with the split tongue, but no one ever cared about me like these two did. And once I found them, I swore I’d never let them go.

“I love you, my dragon,” she smiled against my lips.

“Hey.” Hunter leaned over and placed an uncharacteristically soft kiss on my cheek. “You’re my mate and I love you too.”

I grinned like a six-year-old on his birthday. No one ever claimed me as a mate before and I loved that Hunter reminded me I was his. I went through being drugged, beaten, caged, forced to swallow swords, and every form of torture imaginable. I thought I’d die forgotten and discarded in a seedy roadside carnival, not live happily ever after with two amazing mates.

“I love—ughhh.”

Mel swallowed me again, and when my cock hit the back of her throat I forgot how to form words.

“You want my come, steluta?” I asked her, thrusting into her sweet mouth. “‘Cause that’s what you’re gonna get if you keep deepthroating me like that.”

“Mmm!” she replied enthusiastically, taking me deeper. Her hand slicked faster up and down Hunter’s shaft.

“Fuck,” Hunter squirmed next to me, his cock turning red as he neared the edge. “How close are you?”

“Not much longer,” I panted.

“What if we both go at the same time?”

“Then you’ll have a mess to clean up,” I smirked at him.

“Dick.” He punched me in the arm, so I grabbed a fistful of his long, platinum hair and pulled.

When our mouths crashed together again, he bit my lip so hard, I tasted blood.

That little bit of pain and male aggression was all I needed. My orgasm ripped through me, shooting out the tip of my cock to paint Mel’s tongue.

“Holy… fuck!”

Her hand stroked me, milking my rigid cock like her pussy would to drain my balls