Fated Magic (Claimed by Wolves #1) - Callie Rose Page 0,76

on my nipple at the same time, making sparks explode inside my body.

Archer catches one of my flailing hands, linking our fingers together to ground me in this storm of sensation even as his own lips trail over the delicate skin of my wrist, awakening nerve-endings I didn’t even know existed.

My legs are straining in Dare’s grasp, my hips rocking against his face as he licks me, my entire body undulating on the bed as I try to ride out the feelings overpowering me.

This is my first time. I don’t know what I’m doing. But then again, I don’t have to know. These men are so attentive to my every reaction that all I have to do is lie here and feel. Let them take care of me.

And they want to. That’s obvious in every touch, every kiss.

I let that thought dispel any nerves I might have otherwise, allowing my legs to go pliant in Dare’s grip. He gives another satisfied growl low in his throat and spreads my thighs wider, giving himself access to every bit of me.

Trystan draws away from my mouth, but Archer is right there to take his place. My entire body is tingling, burning, humming with sensation, and I’ve lost track of whose hands are where.

But when the orgasm finally comes crashing over me, I know exactly where Archer’s hand is, because I squeeze the shit out of it as a ragged sob tears from my lips, my body shuddering from head to toe.

Dare keeps lapping at me, using the broad, flat part of his tongue, and every lick sends another jolt of pleasure through me. He doesn’t let up until I give a little yelp and reach down to push his head away from my sensitized core. He nips at my hand, then grabs it and kisses my palm.

His face is wet. I can feel my own arousal on my skin as he kisses me, and it makes a different kind of heat spread through me. I force my drooping eyelids open to gaze up at the men gathered around me, my chest rising and falling hard as I suck in air.

Ridge’s face is the closest to mine, and his amber eyes gleam like fire as his lips curve into a devastating smile. “How do you feel, little wolf?”

“Hungry.”

It’s not a lie. My body is still shivering from the aftershocks of the orgasm, but I don’t feel… complete. I still want something. I still need more.

He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. “Don’t worry. We’re not done.”

Dare makes a noise of agreement before releasing my hand and crawling up the mattress until his body hovers over mine. He kisses me soundly, and there’s a taste I don’t recognize on his lips.

Me, I realize with a start. I’m tasting myself.

I groan into his kiss, and he keeps our lips connected as he backs up, pulling me with him until we’re both on our knees. The other men shift around us, but I lose track of who’s where for a moment as I sink into the depths of Dare’s kiss.

Then more hands are on me again, and I’m being lifted, turned… and set down right over Ridge’s face.

He’s lying on his back. My knees meet the mattress on either side of his head as I straddle him, and for the first time since that indescribable wave of need hit me, a bubble of shyness rises up through my arousal.

I’m… I’m sitting on his face.

The most intimate part of me, the part no man had ever even seen before tonight, is positioned right above his mouth. Dare just had his mouth on me and I didn’t feel awkward or embarrassed about that, but this feels different somehow.

Because of the way we’re positioned, I can look down and see Ridge’s face, poised right at my entrance. And without the mattress at my back, I feel more exposed, more adrift.

Like I’m supposed to be the one in control here.

And now I’m worried about my inexperience, about not knowing what to do.

I shift uncomfortably, about to awkwardly clamber off his face, but before I can, he grins up at me.

He looks so… pleased. So hungry.

Just like I’m hungry.

His smile broadens as he loops his arms around my thighs until his fingertips find my core. Then, without an ounce of hesitation, he spreads my folds, baring me even more. And he licks me.

My mouth drops open, my toes curling as my core clenches. It feels like what Dare did, but