Page 350 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

I don’t move.

Valek pushes against my shoulder until I shift far enough for him to squeeze past. He wastes no time dropping to his knees beside Ivy and dragging one finger from her ankle to the inside of her thigh.

Her legs part and the scent of her slick hits me.

Fuck...

Ivy reaches for me, and I sink to my knees automatically, still trying to keep my head down, but it's hard to think about anything else other than the most beautiful sight that's ever existed stretched out in front of me.

“You okay?” she whispers, rolling over to me, slipping her arms around my neck.

I manage to nod.

Her hands slide across my shoulders and down my back. Valek settles behind her, his palms traveling along her sides before he lifts her enough to drag her higher against his chest, her hands catching in my hair and bringing me with her.

She fits perfectly between us.

Valek’s hands move lower, one slipping between her thighs, and Ivy gasps into my mouth when his fingers find her pussy.

“So wet,” he purrs as her scent floods the tent.

I growl and press closer, burying my face in her hair so neither of them can see me and so I can breathe in her scent glands on her neck, my cock dragging against her thigh. She reaches down, wraps both hands around me, and strokes.

Valek pushes two fingers into her.

Ivy cries out, her grip tightening almost painfully around my cock, and a growl scrapes out of me. I drop my forehead against her neck, panting through my nose.

“More,” she whispers.

Valek adds another finger. Ivy’s legs spread wider around my hips, her feet digging into the blankets and her hands jerking over my cock.

My hips thrust into her fists.

“That’s it,” she breathes. “Good boy.”

The growl tears out of me before I can stop it.

Valek chuckles.

The growl in my chest deepens into a low snarl.

“Focus,” he says calmly, curling his fingers inside her before withdrawing them, lifting them to his mouth. I watch in a daze as he licks her slick away slowly, silver eyes locked on mine.

Teasing me with her slick.

The growl kicks up a notch.

Ivy reaches for him without looking, catches his wrist, and pulls his hand toward my face instead.

"Share it," she says breathlessly, panting and grinning at us. "Don't start a fight in the tent over my fucking slick."

"You heard the lady," Valek purrs, his wet fingers hovering in front of my face.

I stare at them warily.

Ivy’s scent coats his skin, her slick gathered along the length of his fingers and across his knuckles.

Valek watches me without moving, holding his hand steady and waiting while Ivy keeps her fingers wrapped around his wrist.