All of that and I feel like the bastard won in the end. I shove my fist against my mouth. I refuse to cry. Footsteps sound in the hallway. I relax when I smell the others.
Sniffling, I cram my fears and vulnerability to the back of my head and stand up straight. The door flies open and Fell stalks in first.
“What the fuck did you do, run off to take advantage of her?” He shoves Kirk back and I put myself between them, stopping him short.
“He only did what I begged him to do,” I say.
“If you’re done with your pissing contest. We need to figure a way out of here because I guarantee you, Alpha is waiting for us,” Cadoc says.
Bo snarls. “This was meant to humiliate us.”
“Then we do the exact opposite.” I lower myself to my knees.
“What are you doing?” Fell’s eyes nearly bug out of his head.
I palm Kirk’s half-mast cock through his pants.
“Getting proof that I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
I squeeze and he groans.
“He can force our hand, but he doesn’t run a damn thing.” I nuzzle the bulge and his cock twitches.
“Ylva.” Kirk’s voice is strained. His gaze is full of leashed passion.
“Show me, Doc.”
He hesitates. “It’s just me now, not the mating heat,” I assure him.
His Adam’s apple bobs, and he unbuttons the top of his pants and pulls down the zipper.
My arousal grows when he shoves down his black boxer briefs and reveals a turgid nine-inch monster. I want to lick the swollen purple mushroom-shaped head.
It’s different from Fell’s uncircumcised seven-and-a-half-inch, thick cock. Palming his girth, Kirk strokes and I flick at the head, gathering the milky pearl bead on his slit.
He’s been at my side, helping me every step of the way. His softer touch and willingness to let me play is unlike any bond I’ve had before with a partner. I crave the small doses of control.
I want to do this. I circle the head of his cock. Holding his dark gaze, I chase his hand on a down stroke, choking on his length. We find a rhythm. The sound of zippers sliding down and hands moving over dicks surrounds me.
Quickened breathing and the spicy aroma of arousal has the ache in my core starting back up. Kirk moves his hips and buries his fingers in my hair.
I purr my approval as Kirk forces me to move faster. I open my throat, gagging as I relearn the skill. Tears blur my vision as he fucks my mouth, slamming down my throat. Kirk’s animalistic noises have me rubbing my thighs together.
Seeing the man so unhinged has me creaming. He drives home and stills, spilling a salty stream of warmth down my throat.
I struggle to swallow it all down as it spills over and runs down the sides of my mouth.
Gathering the stray droplets, he pushes it back into my mouth. I swallow it, sucking his thumb clean.
“Delicious.” I lick my lips and he bends, capturing my mouth. His tongue sweeps inside and I sway into him.
Breathless, I pull back and Bo grips the back of my neck. “Come here, Princess.”
I step toward him and he squeezes hard.
“Crawl.”
Glaring up at him, I freeze. He shakes his thick, weeping cock at me.
“If you want this, you’ll do as I say.”
I grit my teeth.
“Tick.” He gathers his pre-come with his thumb. “Tock.”
Yielding, I put one hand in front of the other, and he grins.
“That’s my good, girl. You’re so pretty when you obey me.”
I pause at Bo’s feet and he hooks a thumb into my mouth. The domineering style matches his abrasive personality. I like the tension between us, it reminds me exactly who I’m dealing with.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Bristling, I comply, and he strokes his cock over my tongue. He’s enjoying every minute of this. I’ll show him I have power too, and bring him to his knees. It’s an extension of the game of push and pull we play.
He looks down at me, making me feel like a filthy secret as he controls every aspect of our interaction. “Now suck.” I close my lips around him and hollow my cheeks. Kirk watches with a heated gaze as his breathing evens.
“Jesus. You’ve got a mouth on you that does more than talk back.” I grunt, and he drives to the back of my throat, gagging me. “None of that.” He fists my hair.
