Wynter watched in fascination as Logan fed Dimitri. So fucking hot. It surprised her that he’d touch him so gently. Their closeness had always existed but this was more. Her body flared in response. She rocked her bottom against Dimitri’s growing arousal.
“Delicious,” Dimitri groaned.
“Relax, sweetheart.” Logan slid his body downward until he reached the apex of her legs and held her thighs apart. “Open, that’s it.”
Wynter caught his eyes, aware that she was fully exposed to them. She shivered as Logan softly grazed his finger through her labia and over her clit.
“Logan, please,” she pleaded.
“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she, D?” Logan kissed the top of her mound, teasing her.
“Oh yeah,” Dimitri agreed, taking Wynter’s breasts back into his hands while kissing her shoulders.
Logan smiled up at Dimitri and then to Wynter a split second before he swiped his tongue through her swollen lips. His balls tightened as he drank in her creamy essence. She grunted in pleasure as he speared his tongue into her core, and he could tell that she was going to come within seconds.
Dimitri, wanting to taste more of Wynter, slipped out from underneath her, kissing along her collarbone until he reached her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth. She stabbed her fingers into Logan’s hair and then Dimitri’s, holding them to her skin. She was so close to release. Logan at her pussy. Dimitri’s lips on her breasts. And as she felt a tongue trail down her stomach, the energy of her arousal slammed into her.
“Logan, I’m going to…” She tried holding it back, but it was of no use. As the orgasm rolled through her, she was vaguely cognizant of them switching positions.
Unspoken signals passed between Logan and Dimitri as they moved seamlessly so that Dimitri took over for Logan; his mouth suckling Wynter’s clit. Logan pressed up onto his knees, positioning himself at her entrance. He watched Wynter’s head loll back into the pillow as he plunged his cock into her wet pussy. Unrelenting, Dimitri continued to suck her swollen nub while Logan pumped in and out of her hotness.
Wynter fought for breath as a second climax claimed her. Her eyes flew open and she saw Logan holding her legs, pressing into her, Dimitri’s head now in between her legs.
“Yes, fuck, Wyn. So goddamned tight.” Logan almost forgot where he was, lost in the heat of his mate. He saw her blindly reaching, grabbing Dimitri’s hair. “D, Wynter needs you.”
Dimitri licked his lips and knelt up so he could go to her. He hissed as Wynter’s hand quickly wrapped around his stiff shaft.
“Take him, Wyn. That’s it,” Logan directed, still thrusting in and out of her.
“Dimitri, come. Come to me,” she ordered, never letting go of him. She moaned in protest. He was too far away for what she had in mind.
Dimitri made his way up to Wynter and leaned up against the headboard next to her. Whatever she wanted, he’d do, but he wouldn’t initiate. Dimitri sucked a deep breath as she drew him to her, lapping her tongue at his plump head. He closed his eyes tight, bracing himself as she began to lick his cock.
As Wynter took Dimitri’s hardness into her mouth, her eyes locked on Logan’s. A hard thrust forced her to gasp.
“That’s so fucking hot, sweetheart. Suck him,” Logan told her.
He couldn’t freaking believe how erotic it was to see her like this with his beta. He watched as Dimitri fought the pleasure, his eyes locked on Logan’s. Unexpectedly, no possessiveness or jealousy registered. Love for both of them pulled at his heart. He allowed the rise of his own release to build, knowing they both were so close to coming.
Wynter moved in rhythm with Logan, meeting his thrusts with her own. No longer able to keep her eyes open, she sucked Dimitri hard. Relaxing into the taste of him, she allowed him to fuck her mouth while Logan fucked her pussy. The rush of it all drove her further into her untamed passion. She moaned and released Dimitri, realizing she was going to come again.
“So close, Logan. Please,” she begged.
Logan circled his fingers over her clitoris. In response, her quivering channel fisted more tightly around him. He breathed deeply, fighting his own need to come.
Wynter cried out loud as another climax smashed into her, leaving her shaking and rebounding to meet Logan’s pelvis. She fought to breathe as the tremors continued to roll throughout her body.
Logan rocked in and out of her slowly, his forehead pressed to hers and he kissed her deeply. He knew Wynter’s hand was still on Dimitri’s cock, gently stroking him. It felt surreal, joined like this with them. It was one night. It might never happen again. But for tonight, he’d have his mate and beta the way he’d envisioned, sharing them both and they with each other.
“Logan, it feels so good,” she panted. “Oh God.”
“Do you want us, Wyn?” Logan asked, his eyes pinned on her. “Both of us?”
“Yes,” she whispered, nodding. Even though they shared this moment with Dimitri, she felt closer than ever to Logan.
Logan’s heated breaths morphed into a shallow sigh as he slowed his pace. With his mate at his chest, he noticed that Dimitri had closed his eyes, presumably trying not to come. Reaching for his beta, Logan pulled at his arm, rolling him onto his side so that his stomach was flush against their sides.
“Come, D. We need you,” Logan told him.
Dimitri acceded. He allowed Logan to rest his hand on her belly between both Logan and Wynter. The contact sizzled, solidifying their relationship. His erection pressed against her hip. Kissing along the side of her breast, Dimitri’s gaze settled on Logan.
“You sure about this? Logan? Wynter?” Dimitri needed to be certain this was what they both wanted.
Logan nodded. “Sweetheart, there’s no going back.”
“Please, it’s so…so…I need this,” she cried into Logan’s shoulder.
Every square inch of her body tingled with desire. Unhinged, she nipped at Logan’s chest. Her pussy ached, her body craved more. She moaned, aware that her canines were extending. Her wolf wanted to mark her mate, she wouldn’t be denied.
“Now,” she demanded.
Logan smiled at a wide-eyed Dimitri. It struck him as funny that he, the Alpha, and his beta were being commanded by his feisty little mate in bed. Damn, she’d gone wild.
“You heard her,” Logan managed right before he kissed Wynter so she’d stop biting so hard at his chest.
She needed to claim him, he knew. Her wolf demanded it. And his wolf, traitor that he was, rolled in submission, awaiting her bite. The furry beast could have cared less if his beta was here or not. Logan sat up and flipped Wynter onto her stomach. Dimitri helped, taking her into his arms so that her head rested on his chest. With her stomach pressed against his beta’s, Logan shoved up her lush mane, laving his mark with his tongue. Mine. Gliding his hands down her back and sides, Logan reached for a tiny bottle next to the bed.
Wynter felt the cool gel on her bottom and wiggled up into Logan’s caress. As he pushed a slippery finger and then another, into her anus, her breath caught. She moaned into Dimitri’s chest, relishing the pleasurable fullness. Undulating her hips, she encouraged him to pump in and out, stretching her.
“Yes, don’t stop. More, I need more. Please, I can’t wait.” She rubbed her mound against Dimitri’s belly, seeking pressure. She sighed as Dimitri met her need, slipping his fingers through her folds, easing her ache.
Dimitri thought he’d come just from having her atop him. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, but Logan had to go first.
“That’s it, just relax into D. Feel his fingers on your pussy.” Logan heard her sigh as he saw Dimitri’s fingers flicker down through her pink lips.