Jodrick
My jaw drops open at the sight before me, eyes widening incredulously as they sweep over Avalon's babydoll-clad form draped across the bed like a sweet angel summoned purely for our temptation. Beside me Viraat inhales sharply, the sound almost painful in its restraint.
This is what we get for trying to put the brakes on stuff with our girl.
"Fuck me," I breathe out, the words slipping past my lips before I can stop them. My gaze locks onto the way the soft satin clings to her curves, the hem riding up her thighs just enough to drive me mad with curiosity.
Avalon stares at us, her eyes roaming over us as she bites her bottom lip. I can hear her pulse beating, it's so loud. My aching cock becomes a presence of its own.
Viraat slams a hand against the doorframe, his entire body trembling with barely contained desire. I can't blame him.
"This is what you get for making the girl wait, Vee," I grind out at him. "Now I'm liable to lose all control if she keeps looking at us like this."
Avalon licks her lips, her breath hitching at what she sees reflected in my eyes. "Maybe losing a bit of control will do everyone some good."
"Blast," I mutter, watching her teeth sink deeper into that plump lip. "You have no idea how easily you could make us snap, do you, little human?" I take a step forward, my body leaning in. Beside me, Viraat chuckles darkly.
Simultaneously, as if we've rehearsed it, I move to adjust my growing bulge through my pants, while Viraat steps up to the bed and reaches out, but pauses just inches from Avalon's face.
"You want us to lose control, sweetheart?" His voice is low, dangerous. "I don't think you know what you're asking for, babygirl."
She leans in, resting her cheek in his hand. "I would like just a little less control, Daddy Vee," she whispers. "Just enough for me tofeelyou both."
Viraat growls dangerously, his fingers flexing as he resists the urge to grab hold of her and pull her close. "You want to feel?" he asks her, his voice dropping lower still.
I swallow hard, my eyes fixed on her small frame so close to him, begging to becontrolled.
"Yes," she responds, her words breathless, her sweet, sweet voice almost hoarse with need.
I step closer, joining them, needing to be within touching distance of her. We're like moths to a flame, unable to resist her burning presence.
"Little human," I bite out, keeping a careful hold of my restraint. "Once we do this, once we lie with you, we'll claim you. Mark you. Make you ours."
She swallows, but it's not from nerves. No. It's pure hunger, pure need in her expression. "Promise?"
Viraat loses it. Grabbing hold of her waist, he lifts her clear off the bed, pulling her into his embrace.
I'm almost jealous as I watch her wrap her stocking-clad legs around his middle, but the mewl of pleasure she makes is enough to soothe—for the moment at least—the beast inside me.
It's not about me. Or Viraat.
But about our mate.
Our Little girl.
Joining with her. Mating her. Pleasing her.
Their kiss is everything. He all but devours her as she digs her hands into his hair, pulling him closer. Instead of giving into the green monster of jealousy, I step closer to them, up behind her, and take my spot.
I will have my time with her too. And until it's my turn, there are still other delicacies I can partake of.
My lips and tongue find the hollow spot between her shoulder and neck, gently licking and sucking at it as I push up against her back.
She's everything I'm not.
Soft.
Gentle.
