The combination of the two of them—the tiger in front and the wolf behind—was a symphony of friction that turned my bones to liquid and my brain to mush.
"Gods, you're so tight," Noah rasped, his hands moving from my waist to grip my hair, pulling my head back so he could see the way my eyes were rolling. "Keep going, Little tiger. Go ahead and moan for me."
I was caught in a brutal, beautiful crossfire. Fenric's pace was steady and possessive, while Noah was more erratic, his movements sharp and hungry.
I was being tossed between two different rhythms, my body arching and bucking as that needy fire in my belly finally found its match.
"Arinya, you're so tight. I think I'm going to cum." Fenric said and kissed my lips.
The tightness must have made him super sensitive and was robbing his dick of his semen.
