Possession (The Mate Games 3)

ChapterThirty-Eight

THORNE

“Where do you want me, dove?” I approached the bed where my wanton beauty lay panting, on edge, and dripping with desire.

“No one has taken her ass yet.” Kingston took me by surprise by offering that.

“I’d have thought you would be the first one to try.”

He shrugged. “She needs someone less girthy. That Slim Jim of yours will do just fine.”

I would have tossed an insult right back in his face if Sunday hadn’t run her palm up my torso.

“It’s long and thick and exactly what I need, Noah. Don’t listen to him.”

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I bent down and kissed her palm. “I’ll give you whatever you want, love. Whenever you want. All you ever need do is ask.”

She flicked her eyes over my shoulder, seeking permission from our little choir director.

“Is that what you desire?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Then take that cum dripping down your perfect tits and prepare him.”

“Ah, now I see why you didn’t want me to blow in her mouth.”

My balls ached as I watched her do precisely as she was told.

“She’ll need access, Blackthorne.”

I frowned, my brain too muddled with lust to make sense of his words.

Kingston chuckled. “That means you need to get your cock out.”

I was on board before the wolf finished his sentence. My trousers were open, cock ready and waiting.

Sunday pouted. “Noah, I need all of you. Take off your clothes.”

She didn’t need to ask me twice. I stripped and approached her once more, this time fully naked and straining, desperate for her touch.

“Much better.”

Wiping her palm across her torso to gather more cum, she then worked it over my shaft until I was slick with it.

“Fuck, does anyone else think that’s hot?” Kingston asked.

“Quiet, Farrell, or I’ll make you leave,” Caleb said.

Under his breath, Kingston muttered, “You could fucking try.”

My knees shook as she continued stroking me. “Get me ready, Noah? I want to be able to take your cock without pain.”

I inhaled sharply but gave her a jerky nod. “Turn around and spread wide for me. I’ll take care of you.”

There was more of Kingston’s cum to go around; the bastard had damn near painted her with it. But that didn’t stop me from leaning closer to her arse and spitting right where my cock needed to go.

“Thatwas hot,” Alek rumbled.