Page 355 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

"Come for him," Valek says. "Be a good girl."

Wraith's tongue flattens against my clit. He licks me in long, heavy strokes, over and over, and his teeth scrape my thigh one more time, tiny points of sharp pressure and heat, and I come so hard my vision goes white.

I'm screaming his name.

Or trying to.

It comes out more like a wail, my body convulsing beneath both of them. Valek pins me through it, one arm across my chest, the other still locked around my wrists. Wraith doesn't stop. His tongue works me through every aftershock, lapping at my slick, gentler now but not stopping.

"I can't," I pant. "I can't, it's too much..."

He eases off with one last slow, gentle lick, his tongue dragging through my folds before retreating behind his teeth.

My chest heaves. Wraith lifts his head, and the sight of him between my thighs nearly tips me over again. His blue eyes are hazy. Slick glistens across the exposed muscles of his jaw, on his sharpened teeth, dripping from the point of a canine onto my thigh.

He looks like a dark fucking demigod.

And he'd probably growl and worry about it if he knew. So I keep it to myself.

"Get up here," I whisper.

Valek releases my wrists as Wraith crawls up my body, massive arms bracketing me, and I gently cup his face in both hands before he can hide it, careful not to hurt him. His teeth are warm and wet against my palms with slick and spit.

I kiss his teeth and his whole body shudders against mine.

Valek is still hard against the back of my head. I feel him shift, his hips adjusting, and I let go of Wraith's face long enough to reach back and palm Valek's warm, hard cock, and the barbell piercings along the thick shaft.

His breath hitches above me.

"Come here," I say, tugging.

He shifts until he's kneeling beside my head, his cock level with my mouth. I crane my neck and lick the tip.

"Ivy," he grits out.

I take him in.

The barbells bump against my tongue as I take him deeper. His hand finds the back of my skull, cradling it, fingers threading through my hair.

Wraith settles between my legs again, his huge rough hands sliding up the outside of my thighs. He finds the crease where my thigh meets my hip and his tongue traces it, slow and careful.

My moan vibrates around Valek's shaft.

"Fuck," Valek breathes.

Wraith's tongue returns to my pussy. Long, lazy strokes this time, not trying to make me come, just tasting me. Savoring it. His growls are soft and continuous, the low vibration against me making my toes curl.

Fuck, he's purring.

There it is.

Finally.

I hollow my cheeks around Valek and bob my head. His hand tightens in my hair, a tremor in his muscled thigh where it presses against my shoulder.

"Slower," he warns me.

I go faster.