"Aagg… Rose, it's not fair for you to suck me like that... move on to Maell... damn it " Niall was in agony.

His hips moved non-stop, thrusting inside the delicious mouth of his mate who was sucking him into consciousness.

Beside him, Maell grunted as the hand of their female worked him up and down, in a tight fist around his penis, drawing out all his juice.

Both were sweating, their tattooed muscles rippling and tense, grunting and moaning, standing side by side, looking down as Rose knelt between them, alternating her hand and mouth, masturbating and sucking them with force and lust, determined to bring them to their knees.

Rose couldn't stop even if she died.

Although outwardly she appeared confident and tough, inside she harbored many insecurities.

Having been left at the altar by a man, it was clear if he preferred her friend, it was because the sex wasn't satisfying.

Could she satisfy these two stallions with her inexperienced movements?

All the pre-cum sliding down her throat,