The Pack's Rebels
Thaelen said, feeling his way around the situation, seeking a third option.
“Mhm?” Harithen held Denus to his lap as he leaned back and thrusted with his hips, causing Denus to moan.
F-k, Thaelen’s mouth dried. It was incredible to watch the beauty of Harithen as he f-ked from the position of observer rather than a participant, the flex of muscle, the expanse of smooth skin, the luxurious tumble of hair…
Farra approached Thaelen, reaching out to the ties of his trousers, and he surrendered, leaning his shoulders against the door as she went to her knees and took him into her mouth whilst he watched Harithen take the other man.