Chapter 13

Theron

I skimmed my hands down her legs and pulled her knees apart.

Goddess, I loved that she liked to wear dresses.

I rucked her skirt up to her waist, palming the creamy skin of her inner thighs as Silas owned her mouth.

All my blood rushed south, bringing my dick to half-mast as I watched the messy, wanton way she gave herself to him. Every peek of her tongue hit me straight in the balls.

I circled my hips against her ass, determined to take her pleasure to new heights. Today would be all about her, and I planned to immerse our mate in the eroticism of our joining.

I cupped her pussy, my chest rumbling as the heat from her core warmed my skin.

One finger traced her slippery center, and she sighed.

“Let me in, sweet girl,” I coaxed.

Spreading her thighs further, she allowed me access. Silas watched as I slipped a single finger into her body. Her canal contracted and puckered around my finger, sucking me in.

“She’s greedy today,” I said to Silas.

His eyes darkened like the ocean under a night sky.

“Do you think she wants more?” he asked in a sultry tone.

“The way her pussy is gripping me, I’d say so.” I chuckled, swirling my finger within her.

Myla leaned back, her breaths coming out in hard puffs of air.

Silas traced the curve of her jaw to the neckline of her dress. Her chest heaved beneath his touch.

“How many do you want, Myla?” Silas asked. “One more or two?”

“Two,” she panted.

Silas shot her a pleased smile before sitting back on his heels.

“You heard our mate,” he said. “Fuck her with three fingers.”

“With pleasure.”

I added two more fingers, delving into her soaked core with renewed zeal.

Silas watched as I pumped my hand, eliciting a string of mewls that tested my willpower. Every part of me wanted to be inside her, but I needed her desperate for me—wanting it so fiercely she couldn’t go another second without my cock.

Silas fisted himself, moving his hips in time with hers. I jerked my arm faster, curling my fingers and hitting the spot that made her eyes roll back in her head.

Myla cried out, and her hands came down on my thighs, gripping me tight as her body writhed.

“Goddess, yes, just like that,” Silas growled. “Theron, keep forcing those filthy sounds from her sweet mouth.”

Myla’s face and neck bloomed with color, and her muscles quivered.

“Don’t take your eyes off him,” I ordered. “I want him to see your face when you cream all over my fingers.”

Myla exploded, and her juices coated my hands.

I carefully removed my fingers and held them up. Silas crawled forward, his eyes never leaving Myla’s, and sucked her slick off my skin.

She groaned. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

When he finished, I lapped up what remained of her orgasm.

Silas dropped between her legs, giving her pussy a chaste kiss before standing and picking her up.

I stood behind her and slipped her dress off her shoulders. It fluttered to the ground, leaving her bare.

I rolled her nipple between my fingers as we watched Silas undress.

I nipped at her ear. “Think you can take us both, sweet girl?”

Her gaze flicked down to Silas’s hard length. “Both?”

“Uh-huh.” I ran my hands through her hair, and she made a noise between a sigh and a purr. “We want to stuff you, stretching that tight hole until you can’t take any more.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and desire flared in her warm brown eyes. “I want to try.”

“Such a good girl,” Silas cooed as he reclined on the coffee table, his heft standing at attention. “Come sit on my cock.”

I lightly slapped her ass, moving her in his direction, and watched as she climbed on top of him. While removing my clothes, I took the opportunity to admire her form.

Myla confidently straddled Silas, holding her body high before impaling herself on his length. Silas gripped her waist and rotated his hips, driving deep, and Myla tilted her head back with a moan.

“Ride me, Myla,” Silas said. “Use my cock for your pleasure.”

Without hesitation, Myla began to move. She wound her body in tight circular motions, bearing down at an angle. Her rhythm was hypnotic, and I watched as her brow creased and her tits bounced.

I almost forgot what I was doing, held prisoner by the view before me.

Myla moaned as her seamless movements grew erratic. She started to fuck herself in earnest, sinking onto Silas’s cock, desperate for release.

“Just like that,” I encouraged. “Take him harder.” I slapped her ass, and she yelped. “As deep as you can go.”

“Yes . . . yes . . . yes,” she shouted.

I positioned myself behind Myla. Splaying a hand at the base of her spine, I guided her onto Silas’s chest. My mouth went dry at the sight of her pink, drenched sex flaring around Silas.

“I need you to relax for me, sweet girl,” I said as I rubbed the head of my cock against her stuffed entrance. Silas pulled back until only the tip remained in her core.

I gripped both of our lengths and lined them up with her opening, and then we pushed in together.

Myla’s body jerked at the unfamiliar stretch.

I pressed a hand to her lower back. “Easy. Just breathe. You can do it,” I murmured, sliding in another inch. Her canal flooded with slick, and we grunted in unison as it seeped between our cocks.

We took her inch by glorious inch. It was a snug fit, and Silas’s cock rubbed against mine as her walls spasmed.

Myla’s eyes fluttered as she whined through clenched teeth. Then, she surprised me by angling her hips and opening herself further.

“Naughty girl, have some patience,” I said.

“I can’t. I want both of you,” she pleaded.

“How bad do you want it, angel?” I teased, rolling my hips.

“So bad . . . I want it so, so bad.”

“You can do better than that, Myla,” Silas said. “Tell us how much you want our cocks—how eager you are to be stuffed and fucked like a toy.”

The horny little minx thrashed on our immobile cocks, desperation in every jerky movement.

She growled in frustration. “I need both of you to fill me. Goddess, please, I can’t take it. I need to be wrecked and played with and owned. Please . . .”

I let out a dark, hungry snarl. Silas thrust his hips, and I followed suit as we bottomed out within her.

Fuck. Her pussy was a vice, squeezing our cocks in its tight, warm grip. Electricity rode my body like a live wire.

We found our rhythm, and soon, we were fucking her compact little hole without restraint. There were no methods, no teasing strokes. We plowed into her, chasing the high until our bodies were taut as bowstrings.

Our calls of pleasure were a lifeline as I battled to hold out.

“Oh . . . oh, I’m going to come,” Myla shouted.

Silas met my gaze and knew he was right with me.

I leaned over her, securing her between our bodies as our hearts beat in sync.

We held still, letting her feel us together, and my mind blanked as we fell over the edge, tangled in each other.