As soon as I start to buck this time, he backs off.
“Asshole,” I seethe in mock fury.
“What’s that? Need a finger in that ass? I’ve got my emotional thermometer ready,” he says, wiggling his finger at me.
I flip him off, glaring, and he chuckles as he leans back down and laps at me, drawing it out. This time, when I lose control, Gannon drives a thick, long finger into me.
It slides in easily, wet as I am, and rubs deliciously inside of me as he once again sucks my clit into his mouth.
There.
I go limp in appreciation as a spiraling, sparking need starts to tingle through me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I moan, and Gannon groans his approval, the other noises he’s making between my thighs deliciously lewd.
He slips another finger inside of me, and I close my eyes, savoring the feel of him. His languid pumps grow faster and faster, his mouth matching the tempo. I gasp and moan my encouragement. When I open my eyes, they land on an intense amber gaze—and I freeze.
Holy shit. When did Perth get home?
He stands there, snowflakes in his red hair, rivulets of melting snow running down his naked torso, watching us.
And fuck me, he’s hard.
Gannon notices me stiffen and glances up, but just for a second. Unbothered, he immediately goes back to licking my pussy as if Perth’s entrance isn’t a big deal.
“Help her out of that shirt and suck those tits,” Gannon mindspeaks.
Perth bites his lip and stares at Gannon feasting between my folds. His eyes drift up my body, hunger blazing in his amber gaze, but he doesn’t move.
When Gannon curls his fingers inside of me, I have no choice but to whimper and grovel with need.
“That’s right, kitten. I want you to cum all over my face while you scream my name. Can you do that for me? Are you ready?” Gannon speaks inside my head.
Before I can answer, a third finger joins the other two, tightening the fit and amping up the pressure and friction. I glimpse Perth’s expression of raw, unfettered desire. Lips parted, his eyes lock on mine as he watches me writhe in pleasure.
I reach for him, suddenly needing more and completely unashamed to ask for it.
Without hesitation, Perth walks toward me, his dick jutting straight up. I suddenly want him in my mouth, his cock deep in my throat while Gannon fingers and eats me into another plane of existence.
Both Perth and Gannon groan, and I’m pretty sure I just broadcast that little fantasy loud and clear.
Good.
“You need us both, Noah?” Perth asks huskily as he closes the distance. He perches on the seat of the couch behind me.
“Yes,” I gasp when he leans closer, his torso just above my head.
“You look beautiful on your back with my brother between your thighs,” he croons at me, big hands reaching for the hem of my shirt. He starts to slowly pull it up. The soft fabric drags against my hard nipples in an agonizing, torturous tease.
When I’m free of the shirt, Perth tosses it aside and reaches down to cup my breasts. His hands still carry a tiny bite of cold from outside, and the chill plays lusciously with the heat swimming through me. He kneads and cups, pressing my tits together and then releasing them before his fingertips pinch and pluck my nipples.
As he plays, he sends a mental image of me sprawled naked on the couch in the firelight with the two of them playing me like a fine-tuned instrument.
Another round of shudders make me buck.
“Hold her,” Gannon orders. “She’s got more orgasms left. And I want all of them.”
One of Perth’s hands slides from my breasts to my ribcage, helping pin me. As he leans over my body, he goads, “Need us to tame that wild wolf, Noah?”
“God, she fucking tastes like heaven,” Gannon sends through our link, and I’m not sure if he mindspoke on purpose or if that thought just slipped through.
“Is that right?” Perth asks, a one-sided grin quirking up his mouth as he leans down further. “Gan thinks you taste like heaven, but I suspect you taste like perfection. Let’s see which one of us is right.”
His lips are on mine before I can finish gasping in surprise—kissing me upside down like something straight out of a Spiderman movie. His bottom lip is full and juicy, and his scruff rough in the best kind of way. I open for him eagerly, swallowing his groan as our tongues tease and twine and the kiss deepens.
I’ve always been free and confident when it comes to sex and my body, but this is everything I never knew I needed. Perth’s big hands cup my tits again, and he starts kneading them as he expertly plunders my mouth. He pinches my nipples in perfect timing with the suction of Gannon’s mouth and the thrust of his fingers. I swear to fuck I almost leave my body.
I don’t even get the chance to ask them if they’re mentally coordinating with one another, because their assault on me is ruthless. Unrelenting. Sublime.
Both men feel so good as they worship my body like they’ve been building shrines to it their entire lives.
Gannon said there wasn’t anything different about shifter sex, but I’m quickly discovering that’s not true at all. With heightened senses and the mental connection we have, it takes everything to a level I never knew could exist.
Both men’s sexual appetites give off scents so potent I can taste them melting on my tongue like decadent chocolates. Gannon’s is spicier and Perth’s sweeter, but somehow, scent has become a new and very erogenous experience. The swirling air fills my lungs and makes every breath shallower than the last until I’m panting, pulsing, pushing toward that final mindless moment.
“Ready?” Gannon asks, and I’m not sure if it’s aimed at me or Perth, but when Gannon bites my clit at the same time Perth pinches my nipples, I get my answer. I’m launched hard into the most intense, life-altering orgasm I’ve ever had, and I do just as I’m told, screaming Gannon’s name while I drench his face with my cum.
Their avid excitement feeds my own, looping me into a cycle of overwhelming pleasure that leaves me howling, my thighs clenched around Gannon’s face, while Perth leans over and sucks the sensitive peak of a nipple into his hot mouth. I instantly burst again like I’m nothing more than the clouds outside—too full to contain themselves—falling apart into tiny fluttering flakes of ecstasy.
There’s no coming back from this.
I know it immediately as I float in pure bliss. Gannon said there were no strings, that sex was just sex, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
They hunted.
I was caught.
And it’s clear now that this claim they have on me goes more than wolf-deep…
Because I want more.
31
NOAH
I come down from my trip to nirvana like a feather drifting on a breeze. But instead of being sated and spent, my body is still buzzing with need, my mind whirling with want. Hungrily, I reach for Perth’s cock as he moves his mouth from one breast to the other. Gannon is licking my release from my thighs with a satisfied growl, and all I know is if I don’t get them both inside of me right this minute, I’m going to implode.
My hand wraps around Perth’s thick shaft just as Gannon shoots up. His head tilts slightly and turns…like he’s listening to something.
“Shit. We’re about to have company,” he growls at the same time that Perth grabs his shirt from the floor and helps me get it on.