Mated to the Alpha and His Beta (Lanie Stanton) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220
Xander
I couldn’t hold back my guttural groan when Lanie took me in her mouth. Her mouth was magic. Her lips caressed the head of my co ck, then traveled down the shaft while she cupped my balls with the other.
“F u ck,” Zane murmured. “I love watching you take him in that way, Lanie.”
I locked eyes with my Beta. Sharing women had never felt like this before. As Lanie let her tongue and lips. suck and lick my co ck, I reached for his shoulders to pull him close for a kiss.
He jerked and moaned as she left my co ck and took his in next. Back and forth, our gorgeous Luna
sucked us as my tongue dove into Zane’s mouth. We breathed in and out in sync.
Lanie’s moans rose to a familiar pitch.
I looked between her legs as Mason lapped her c lit like making her cu m was going to save his life.
F uck, maybe it was. Having her in the bed with all three of us sure as hell felt like it was something
important.
Mystical, even.
She was glowing.
Zane’s eyes flashed, and I felt the light in my own. When Mason glanced up at us, his were, too. All three
of us were wrapped in the luminosity surrounding her. I couldn’t feel it, not exactly, but it centered heat in my
stomach. The base of my c ock. It weighed heavy in my balls, which pulsed every time her sweet mouth took
my co ck again.
“Feels so good…”
I knew we all heard her in the mind link. That connection deepened as Zane curled his fingers around the
back of my neck to hold my mouth close to his, our foreheads pressed together. I felt Lanie’s mouth leave me, and I grunted a protest, but in the next second, Zane’s pleasure pulsed and throbbed through my co ck like his
ecstasy was my own.
Mason’s was there, too, but farther away. More distant. I could tell he was tasting her, but he and I weren’t
connected the same way I sensed he and Zane were. Based on the way Mason moaned and jerked as Lanie
sucked Zane’s d ick, anyway.
The first time she came, ripples of silver and gold sparked all around us. At least that’s how it felt. I couldn’t be sure if I actually saw them, or felt them, or if they were only in Lanie’s head but projected into mine.
“Goddess,” Zane breathed as his head fell back. His hips were moving, driving into her mouth as Lanie
took him so completely. “What is that..”
“F uck me, Mason,” Lanie begged as she took me and Zane in her fists.
At the stroke of her fingers along my c ock, slick with her spit, I almost came right then. When Mason slid 1/2
was too close.
Zane panted, hands on his hips. Eyes closed. F uck, he was amazing. My beautiful Beta.
His eyes flew open, startled, and I realized I’d transmitted that thought. I didn’t care. It was the truth, and I
wanted him to know it. To feel it.
Lanie arched, her hands working each of us as her head tossed back and forth, spreading the glory of her
hair out on the pillows. Mason was on his hands, pumping slowly inside her with his gaze fixed on her face. He
looked entranced.
She was ensorcelling all of us. At least, that was how it felt. Like being under a spell of sex and lust and
love, like we were all moving somehow out of space and time. Individually, but together.
When she took Zane again, her hand moved on my c ock in perfect time with how she sucked him. Then, she switched. Her hips rolled, and she whimpered around my co ck.
Zane slid a hand between her and Mason. I knew his fingers were finding her sweet little c lit, probably so plump and hard and swollen. She bucked, crying out.
We all moved as though we’d spent years together perfecting this lovemaking. All of it felt right. Perfect.
Meant to be.
Nothing was going to come between us after this. I felt in my bones, at the base of my spine, tingling with my gr owing o rgasm, in my chest. And definitely in my c ock.
“Come for us, baby,” Mason breathed.
Lanie’s keening cry was finally what sent me over. Did I spill in her slickened fist? In the velvet of her mouth? I couldn’t tell and didn’t care. The world had become the rise and crest of this desire.
I kissed Zane again as my c ock leaped, spurting. His tongue stroked mine, his fingers curling against the back of my neck. His moan and shudder sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.
Vaguely, I could hear Mason shouting out as he finished, too.
If the world had ended in that moment, I don’t think any one of us would’ve been able to tell.
I fell onto the bed panting, eyes closed. I only opened them when I heard Lanie’s soft, satisfied giggle.
“Well,” she said. “Now we have to figure out who has to sleep in the wet spots.”
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