Dean's POV:
Elena gasped in surprise while Kane chuckled at her startled reaction. I didn't waste a second—sliding between her legs, I lifted her hips and pressed my lips to her folds.
She moaned, loud and breathless, as I began to lap at her clit. I groaned softly, savoring the taste of her, letting my lips explore every inch of her soaked core.
"My little wolf," Kane murmured, his voice dark and sweet as sin. He kissed her softly, kneading her breasts, which were already beginning to swell with renewed sensitivity. I made a mental note—I had to taste those next. "Look at dean eating you," he whispered against her lips, "He's going to devour you while I devour these perfect tits."
I flicked my tongue around her clit, teasing slow circles before plunging two fingers—middle and ring—inside her. I angled them upward, rubbing that sensitive spot along her top wall. Her thighs trembled around my head while Kane kept caressing her chest, whispering filthy praises against her skin.
