Fated to the Queen
I tighten around him, driving my hand to my clit to aid myself along.
“My Lioness,” Lorcan howls out, releasing himself within me. His warmth makes me squirm through my tension-filled orgasm, and my hand stops to brace myself and roar.
“My Alpha and Mistress, “Xim’s voice is a mix between pleasure and pain. I see his erection is wild in his hand, ready to explode. “May I come?” he pleads, and I spasm from him asking.
“Your mistress is waiting,” Lorcan reaching his hand to my clit, rubbing it to oblivion, still pounding me while Xim performs for us. His hand stills, and small spurts of seed release into the air. The site makes me moan and orgasm again.
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