A laugh choked out of me in spite of my full mouth. There was very little we couldn’t take, and we knew it. I loved it too, knowing I was prepared to accept whatever they had to give me.

The first time he fucked my throat it was with the others, and there’d been so much sensation I hadn’t really been able to focus on just him. Rylan took my throat with casual arrogance I loved, and Kade was something different all together.

But Luke? With his quiet power and complete control? I wanted to feel what it was like with him. Pulling back, I looked up at him. “Am I allowed to ask a question?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“I know you’re in charge, and we’re exploring it. But will you fuck my throat? Please? The way you want to?”

Luke’s cock jerked in response, and his eyes widened. It wasn’t what he’d expected, and I loved shocking him.

One corner of his mouth tipped up into a smirk. “Since you asked so sweetly.”

He fit the head of his cock against my lips, and the world changed. Both of his hands gripped my hair, guiding me down his shaft, all the way to his balls in one go.

Oh, fuck.

He was on his feet, keeping me pressed against his stomach. “Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? For me to take this throat and make it mine?”

Pulling back, he slammed in again, all the way to the hilt. And again. He cursed under his breath and unleashed himself on me, fucking my mouth just as hard as if he were in between my legs.

There was no air to be had, and just like with Kade, I accepted his choice, and everything felt hotter. More awake and alive. There was sharp pleasure under my skin and a desperate need for more of this. Of the taste of him and the brush of his cock across my tongue.

He yanked me off his cock and allowed me breath. I coughed, dragging in air and trying to steady myself.

“Do you need to stop?”

I shook my head.

“Good.”

Luke made my throat his. I spiraled down into that gorgeous space of only reaction. Floating and light, blissful and content to give my Alpha pleasure. When he was so deep his balls pressed against my chin, it felt like he was meant to be there. When he held my head still and fucked, I tried to take him even deeper.

My thighs were wet with need, whole body spun tight waiting for the moment his pleasure would spill over into mine.

He pulled me back, fisted hand making me look up at him. “Who’s throat is this?”

“Yours,” I gasped. “It’s yours.”

“Good girl.”