All we need is one more, then our union will be complete.
But he has no interest in me, which is a shame.
The more the merrier, I say.
As the thought crosses my mind, I hear a shuffle in the woods, locking my eyes on a cluster of dark trees.
No one appears to be there. However, I don’t miss those glowing silver eyes.
We’ve been caught in the act.
The interloper won’t tell on us because I know he’s enjoying the show.
Who knewBrentwas such a pervert?
The freak.
I always wondered what it took to make him come undone, and it appears watching me getting fucked does the trick. He shifts back to his human form, keeping his gaze trained on me.
I don’t think he realizes that I know he’s there.
He’s close enough yet not too far. But I seem to be the only one who has picked up on his signature wood-smoke scent.
The others haven’t. That could be because they’re too engrossed in me to care much for anything else, but I’m the only one who has sensed Brent.
With a growl, Hunter tucks his hands beneath my knees, pressing me against Patrick’s back, and now I’m sandwiched between my favorite men...
It takes me back to the night Paddy entered me for the first time, and I wonder how Hunter will feel inside me too.
“You ready, petal?” he whispers dangerously into my ear, and my body shudders.
“Y-yes...”
I hear the smirk in his voice next. “Thought so. You’re already so wet...”
That’s true. But that was because Paddy was massaging his finger around my mound, getting it ready for Hunter.
How they work in tandem is fantastic.
Hunter delves inside, and I cry out, rolling my head against the tree. He certainly knows what he’s doing. Whereas Patrick was more hesitant, worrying that he would hurt me, Hunter doesn’t hold back.
He slips all the way in until we meet at the hips, then stills. But after a moment, he starts to build his rhythm. Soon, the sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the forest.
Paddy tends to get a little shy when Hunter joins us. Only at first, though I think it stems from his inexperience, yet Hunter has been giving him tips and even directs him on where to go.
Patrick may be new to this, but he seems to have a good sense of knowing what I want and when I want it. It’s our bond.
He knows how to get my pulse racing...
Patrick reaches down between my folds, massaging his forefinger around my wet clitoris. Combined with the sensation of Hunter slipping back and forth inside me, and Paddy’s generous rubbing, I’m a writhing, hot mess.
My body convulses, and I feel the beginnings of an orgasm.
I’m so lost in my rapture that I had forgotten all about the Peeping Tom watching us in the bushes. So I open my eyes, finding he’s still there.
All that’s to be seen are his glowing, silver orbs.
I don’t look away from him. When Paddy starts sucking my neck, I don’t tear my gaze away. Even when Hunter hits the spot that makes stars explode in the sky, I don’t take my eyes off Brent.