Free Love Bites by Cari Quinn

distended and eager for his touch. She squeezed her thighs together, bucking up and down to press him more firmly against her.
    Kellan hissed out a breath and undid his jeans. The tip of his cock bobbed free of the zipper. Just her wetness against his palm fired him up to the point of pain.
    He worked his shaft with one hand and her with the other, using her abundant lubrication to ease his finger’s passage into her slick sheath. She whimpered, her ass jutting against him as Lucas claimed her mouth. Their lips slanted and slashed against each other with a fury that was as exciting as it was primal. Kellan watched them while he slipped in another finger. Her inner walls immediately clamped around him. Even while she rode Kellan’s hand, she kissed Lucas, her candy-pink tongue nothing but a blur as it plundered his best friend’s mouth.
    Damn, he loved watching them together. He would share her with Luke as he would share her with no one else, for the mutual exploitation of their pleasure.
    And his own.
    He picked up the rhythm of his strokes and she whimpered. A third finger soon joined the first two, though her channel was so saturated he wasn’t sure she realized. Luke grasped her breasts, pushing them together so he could knead the swollen tips. Then he caught them between his teeth, pulling in a way that reminded Kellan vaguely of a pup wrestling with a rope.
    Not that Sydney seemed to mind. The sounds of her panting—of their panting—blistered the air as much as the rampant aromas of sex and sweat.
    It wasn’t more than a few seconds before she let out a breathless squeal, her only signal that she was about to come. Kellan massaged her G-spot, extending the ripples that started deep in her cunt. Her whole body bowed, her back arching so her dragon seemed to flex his tail.
    “Ready for me now?” Kellan whispered against the damp curve of her neck, flicking his tongue out to taste the perspiration trickling down her porcelain skin. She tasted of spiced plums, smelled sweetly of temptation.
    “Oh yes.” She reached back and separated the firm globes of her ass with hands that trembled violently, revealing that alluring pink hole to him. “Slide inside me. Please.”
    She glanced back at him as he sucked his damp fingers into his mouth to lick them clean. He closed his eyes and breathed deep to seal her taste in his mind. Tangy and sweet, hot and fragrant. Her pussy, her sweat, her blood. It didn’t matter. He was mad for all of it.
    Kellan opened his eyes, and met her blazing green ones. “Are you ready for both of us?”
    “Yes. Want both of you. Now.”
    But Kellan waited, giving Sydney and Luke their moment. She yanked at Luke’s trousers, popping the button and ripping open the zipper. Once his cock sprang free of his black boxers, she wrapped her leg around his hip. She impaled herself on him with one roll of her hips.
    “Oh yeah, baby, your pussy’s as sweet as your ass.” Lucas slid his arm under her butt and started to fuck her in earnest, the sluicing sounds of his cock sliding in and out competing with the guttural noises he made in his throat. “Sweeter, even.” He reached between them and lifted two glistening fingers, then smeared her liquid over her parted lips. “Taste yourself, baby.” Then he stabbed his tongue into Syd’s mouth, unleashing both of their moans.
    God, it was too much. The crazed looks on their faces, the way she was grinding on Luke as if her last breath depended on it. They were so fucking hot together. Nothing like watching two people he loved love each other, especially when he knew this would be the last time he witnessed this between them.
    But Kellan couldn’t wait to have her much longer. His fangs ached with the need to score her flesh, his throat quivered for her blood, and his erection rose high and stood at an angle, away from his body. The head gleamed a violent red, dotted with drops of pre-cum that ran down his shaft, torturing him even more. To relieve