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“Tell me how you got into this mess with your dad.” Nick pulled out a chair and motioned for Celia to sit as Simon grabbed a carton of eggs and Dex nabbed the frying pan.
“I want my shirt back.” Crossing her arms over her breasts, she glanced about the room. It was wide-open with only the bar dividing the living from the kitchen space, and she stood behind the bar, hiding her nudity from their gaze.
“My shirt.” Simon winked at her, and a sexy blush hit her cheeks.
“No clothes. That’s your punishment, remember?” Nick unbuttoned the top few buttons on his dress-shirt and loosened his tie.
Simon fisted the neckline of his shirt and tugged the garment over his head. “Now we’re both shirtless.”
Celia gaped at him, her gaze traveling his lean frame. “Do all those tats mean something?”
“You have to come out of hiding before I’ll answer that.”
She shook her head and sent a curious glance about their domain.
“She’s joining us in the kitchen and lowering her arms.” At Nick’s threat, her gaze catapulted to him. “We can revisit the tying you to the chair option.”
“You’re a bastard.”
Nick shrugged. “Been called worse. I also know what I want. Letting you hide from us isn’t an option.”
“You like your eggs fried or scrambled, sweetheart?” Dex gave Nick a warning glance, but Simon knew their alpha wouldn’t back down. He wouldn’t if he was in Nick’s shoes.
“Fried, please.” Her politeness teased a grin from Dex, and Simon gave a mental groan at her southern manners. Would she say please and thank you when they shoved their cocks inside her?
Simon tossed bacon and ham on the counter and left the items to Dex’s control.
“Join us, Celia.” Nick pressed with a wave of his hand to the chair.
Simon snagged a bottle of beer from the fridge, twisted the lid off, and gulped the brew as he leaned a hip against the counter and eyed her, waiting to see what she’d do. Her gaze kept going between him and his housemates, and if he read the gleam in her eyes accurately she definitely wanted to balk at Nick’s request.
“Celia...”
At Nick’s warning tone, she shot out from behind the bar and tossed her hair over her shoulder to hang down her back. Leveling a stare on Nick, she lowered her arms, and Simon took her in.
Society would call her chunky, but he thought her perfect with her curves and soft belly. Heavy breasts, with pierced, berry-stained nipples. He couldn’t wait to lick and suck on her tits. The nipple jewelry fueled his attraction, making him antsier to taste her.
Bypassing the chair Nick offered, she strode straight for Simon, hips swaying in a provocative roll. He elevated his eyebrows when she stopped and plucked the beer bottle from his grasp. Holding his gaze, she tilted the longneck to her lips and sucked on the tip.
Simon grinned. His bear purred, intrigued by her sauciness. “Do you know what happens when a woman steals a man’s beer, love?”
“What?” She licked her lips.
Fuck, but he wanted that tongue on his cock. From the corner of his eye, he caught Dex’s double take and Nick’s heady stare. Simon retrieved his beer from her grasp, finished off the brew, set the bottle on the counter, and buried both hands in her hair. He dragged her to her tiptoes as he lowered his head to settle his mouth over hers. She opened for him, and he fucked her mouth with his tongue until she whimpered.
“Simon, make her squirm.”
He knew what Nick wanted, get her close to the edge and back off. Any other time he’d enjoy the sexual torture, but he wanted inside her and wanted to get her off so bad, he fought his bear for control.
Sliding his hands out of her hair, he dragged his palms down her back to cup her ass, tilting her pelvis so he could grind his jean-clad cock against her pussy.
Wet heat drenched his denim, and she whispered, “Yes, please.”
As he met her drowsy eyes, he said, “Nick, the look on her face... my bear’s too out of control for what you ask.”
“Then give her what she wants, but no dick penetration.”
The clatter of cookware signaled Dex’s surprise. “You’re giving in?”
Simon met Nick’s gaze over the top of her head, sending him a silent ‘are you sure?’
Nick flipped off Dex. “She picked you, Simon. If we give her a little of what she craves, she might be more amenable to answering my questions.”
“She picked us when she bunked down in my bed,” he disagreed with the Blackclaw Matos alpha. Turning his focus on Celia, he asked, “Want us to make you come?”
She nodded. “I don’t understand, but I ache so bad, Simon. I can’t think clear. I smell you, I taste you...” Her fingers skimmed her lips as she stared at his mouth like she craved another round of kisses. “It’s like I can’t think of anything but fucking y’all.”
“It’s the mating heat, sweetheart.” Dex turned off the stove and faced them.
Vulnerability spread across her face, and grooves tore up her forehead. “Why aren’t y’all as affected by it, Dex?”
Simon cupped her chin and turned her head so she had no choice but to look at him, greedy for her attention. “We are affected, but you’re getting a triple dose.”
He kissed her until Dex tugged her head back by her hair and severed their union. “Simon doesn’t want to share you. Not that I blame him since you’re so fucking delectable.”
Dex kissed her, and Simon bent his knees to suck on her nipples, toying with the stainless steel bars. With a little moan, she arched her spine shoving her breast into his mouth. As he lapped at her tight bud, she cried out, and her hips pitched against his belly. Simon cupped her breasts together and moved back and forth between them. At the abrupt tilt of her hips, he glanced at Dex, curious what the other man did to instigate the reaction from her.
Before Dex could respond, Nick commented from his seat at the table. “She likes the way you fuck her with your fingers, Dex.”
Her nails dug into Simon’s shoulders. Judging by her expression, it wouldn’t take much for her to climax.
Using his teeth, Simon tugged on the bar through her nipple one last time. “Keep fucking her with your fingers, Dex, and lick her asshole while I focus on her clit.”
Dex required no further instructions, just went to his knees behind her. Simon caught the cheeks of her ass and spread them for Dex to reach the tight buttonhole of her backdoor.
Her eyes went wide a moment later, and at such awe in her expression, Simon’s cock pulsed with need to bury inside her. “No one’s ever given you a rim job, love?”
She shook her head.
“Glad we’re your first. Put your hands on the counter to stabilize yourself.” Celia followed his directions, and he dropped to his knees. Simon breathed in the musky scent of her pussy, and tightened his fingers on her ass cheeks.
Dex’s two fingers pumped into her cunt, emerging wet, and turning all his knuckles glossy from her heat.
Simon slanted his head enough he could lick her clitoris. The swollen nub jerked against his tongue, and she whimpered. He didn’t fuck around after that, but sucked and licked on her clit as Dex made slurping noises from the other side.
When she began to fuck his tongue by rocking her hips, he knew her orgasm approached. One of her hands dove into his hair and clenched on the strands at the back of his head so hard his scalp stung as she held him against her twitching hips. If the wet noises were any indication, Dex had picked up the pace of his fingers too.
She gave a startled cry. At first he thought she’d come, until he realized shock settled into her gaze.
“Suck her clit harder, Simon. She’s clenching her asshole on my finger.”
Ah... Dex had surprised her with a finger in her ass. Simon released her ass cheeks and thumbed the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the prize peeking from beneath its hood. His mate widened her stance granting him better access to her center.
“Do you want Dex to stop?” Simon swirled his tongue around her clit without adding any direct touch to her throbbing nub.
Celia shook her head hard enough her hair struck her cheeks. “I’m so close, please let me come.”
Her jaw dropped, and a moan filled the room, right before Dex said, “I just gave her a second finger.”
Simon settled into position and penetrated her cunt with two fingers. He could feel Dex’s rubbing against his through the thin membrane separating her two holes. Her thighs on either side of his head trembled. Simon spread her open once more and sucked her into his mouth. Her fingers clenched tighter in his hair, and the whimpers falling from her lips had his balls tightening up. Simon felt her hair hit his left cheek, and he peeked up. Head bent forward and eyes rounded, she panted as she stared at him.
Celia came, her channel clenching on his fingers, coating them with her release.
When her pleasure faded, she went boneless. Thankfully Nick was there to support her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as Simon felt Dex’s fingers leave her back passage. She still held Simon’s eyes as he removed his fingers from her cunt and sucked his middle finger into his mouth while Nick swung her into his arms and cradled her against his chest.