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Shared Fuck (2) Gabriel's POV "Do you want this?" She asked and I nodded, my hands gripping her hips. She sank down slowly, her tight heat swallowing me inch by inch. "Fuck—" I groaned, my head falling back. She rode me with slow rolls of her hips, her nails digging into my chest. "Jesus, my!," Lila purred, watching from beside us, her fingers playing with her own pussy. "He’s already close."

I ran my fingers lightly along the shaft, feeling the heat emanating from his arousal. I looked up at him, meeting his dark gaze with my own as I trailed kisses along his thighs. The anticipation in his eyes was palpable, a mix of desire and longing that mirrored my own. I gave him a little hand job, feeling the weight of his member in my hand as I caressed his balls with my fingers. I could feel the heat emanating from him, a physical manifestation of his arousal. With a deep breath, I took him into my mouth, feeling the heat of his cock against my tongue.

When his thighs trembled, I pulled back. “Please, my queen,” he begged, voice rough. “I need to be inside you.” I stood and pressed against him, kissing him deeply. Then I turned, bracing my hands on the pillar beside his bound ones. “Take me from behind.” Garrick thrust in hard. The angle and his size made me cry out in pleasure. He fucked me with powerful strokes, the sound of skin slapping echoing. “Harder,” I demanded. “Fuck your queen like you mean it.”

It came from Lilith, who was three tables over, with the bald man who always asked for her because she screamed loudest. The screams were part of the service, part of the atmosphere, and part of what made the scarlet sea different from the other bars in this part of the city. The girls here performed pleasure like a circus act, and the men paid a premium just to hear them meowing like the pussies they called them. “You make those sounds?” the man asked as his thumb worked her nipple through the cotton. “If you want me to.” He scrunched his nose up in disgust. “I don't want you to make sounds because I want you to. I want you to make sounds because you can't help it.”

Going into heat without any help was dangerous. "Giselle," He moaned, "My baby girl. I'll give you everything. All you have to do is ask," He promised. One of his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed it, making me squirm with need. "I need your knot, Patrick," I demanded. "Please," "You're in heat, baby girl," He said, kissing me again. Baby girl.... Heat... Heat. HEAT. HEAT.

She asked. “Uhm… the part where you guys were intimate.” He said and pursed his lips. “Inti… no, a kiss on the cheek doesn’t count as intimate.” “Well, I can’t kiss you on the cheek, can I? Only Director Leclerc can do that, because he’s your boyfriend and that certainly counts as intimate.” Aria rolled her eyes. “I hate that you have a point. Why were you even out here?”

he said with a smirk. “But she isn't" "Why?” “Because she is different! Don't you get it, or feel it?” I said, jolt up from the couch only to sit ack immediately, raking my hair, hard. “Please don't tell me you are starting to like her?” He said with a shocked look on his face. “Is it a taboo?” “Chester! Dude, what is going on? Are you seriously asking me that? She is a stripper! A gold digger who would do anything to get your attention just for money!”

I sigh. I am not getting any closer to admitting my feelings than that. I haven’t even admitted how I feel to Gabriel yet because I keep second guessing myself. “It’s hard to imagine you are working for a hot gay guy and not fucking him,” Fallicity says with a giggle. She enjoyed watching me fuck Kai before we double stuffed her. She is turned on by gay sex. “Yeah, I don’t fuck him,” I say, honestly. Gabriel fucks me and we do lots of other things, but he is always in control, and I enjoy it immensely.

I felt like it was the only way this burning inside me would die down. “Fuck…Zoe… So…good.” Gunnar growled as he lifted my right leg against his shoulder as he, changed the angle, and fucked me deeper, hitting areas only he and Henrik had found. Holy shit, this is intense. Not as fierce as when Gunnar and Henrik were both fucking me or when they marked me. But still fucking intense. So, this is heat sex? How many days of this with TWO mates am I in for? ‘Who cares!? You were built to be fucked by these two. Don’t start bitching or overthinking this. Just enjoy the hell out of the fuckfest.’ Viatrix huffed.

Part of me was curious as to what Maddox might say about them. Was I nervous about going into heat? Yes, part of me was. It was simply because I had no idea what to expect. A larger part of me could not wait for him to ravage me over and over again. Our sex life was already amazing, but I have heard that heat sex was leagues above whatever you normally experienced. It would probably be life-altering then. Our epic Hellhounds would be our transportation to and from there. They would also be able to get to us at any point if we needed them.