Page 164 of My Unhinged Alphas
She pulls off me just long enough to breathe, then turns her mouth to Havoc and takes the head of him in with one slow, slick suck that wipes the grin right off his face.
“Oh, fuck.”
That sound alone almost makes this worth it.
She alternates between us at first, learning, teasing, taking enough of one while her hand strokes the other. She’s not polished. That’s not what makes it hot. What makes it hot is that she wants it. The curiosity in it. The greed. The way she looksup through her lashes like she knows exactly what she’s doing to both of us and likes the result.
I slide my thumb over her lower lip when she comes off Havoc again. “Messy.”
She gives me a filthy little look and licks the slick off it before taking me back in.
Havoc groans and drags a hand over his face. “She’s going to kill me.”
“No,” I say. “That’s our job.”
Lena moans around me at that, and the vibration punches straight through my spine.
Havoc steps closer, close enough that our thighs touch as she sucks me and strokes him at the same time. “Take him deeper,” he tells her, voice rough. “Yeah, like that. Good girl.”
I usually hate hearing him say that.
Right now it only makes me harder.
She takes me deeper until I’m pushing the edge of her throat and I have to force myself not to thrust. Her hand works Havoc faster, slickening him with spit from her mouth and the look on his face goes hungry and mean and gone.
I pull her off me just before I lose control. She gasps, lips wet, breathless, and I kiss her immediately, letting her taste both of us on my mouth.
Then I look down at her and say, “Touch yourself.”
Her eyes widen, then darken, and her hand slides between her thighs without hesitation. Through the fabric first, rubbing herself while she’s still kneeling, cheeks flushed, lips parted. The room goes dead quiet except for the wet sound of her working us and then the softer, more dangerous sound of her starting to work herself too.
Then she jerks me with one hand and takes him in her mouth, touching herself with her other hand, clumsy at first, then better once she finds the rhythm. I watch her face while sherubs herself through her jeans, then under them, slipping her fingers inside with a gasp that makes both of us groan.
“There,” I say. “That’s where you need it?”
She nods once, not stopping.
Havoc’s voice drops lower. “Tell us.”
Her hand keeps moving between her legs as she pulls off of him enough to say, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes,” she says, breath shaking now, “right there.”
I grip her chin lightly and make her look up at me. “You’re going to come for us on your knees?”
The sound she makes belongs in a church confession and nowhere else.
Havoc laughs softly. “Knox, you sick bastard.”
I don’t look at him.
Lena’s fingers move faster. She’s fully gone now, kneeling between us, alternating between our cocks while she rubs herself hard enough to shake. Her mouth hangs open. Her breathing is ruined. Every time she strokes us a little faster, a little tighter, she gets slicker under her own hand.
“Look at you,” Havoc says. “All worked up from sucking us off.”
She moans.
