The Alpha Brothers’ Mate
I obeyed, thighs trembling, the tension building unbearably as their gazes burned into me, promising they’d take over soon.
I gasped, plunging deeper, adding a second finger. The stretch burned sweetly, my walls clenching around them.
Thorne’s eyes narrowed, his chest rising faster. He unbuttoned his pants slowly, freeing his thick length, stroking it once—teasing me.
Ronan followed, shedding his shirt, muscles rippling. “Faster now,” he commanded, voice hoarse. His hand gripped his cock, matching my rhythm.
Draven smirked, still clothed, but his bulge strained. “Add another finger, love. Imagine it’s us filling you.”