Isabella’s POV
I looked up at him through my lashes, taking him deeper, letting the head brush the back of my throat. His grip tightened in my hair. For one glorious moment I thought he would spill down my throat.
Instead he pulled me off him with a harsh curse, dragging me to my feet. His eyes were wild, chest heaving.
“Not here,” he growled, though his c**k still glistened with my saliva, angry and untouched. “Not like this.”
He tucked himself away with visible effort, then took my hand and led me back toward the gathering. My lips felt swollen. My n*****s were still painfully hard against the wet dress. The scent of our combined arousal clung to us like smoke.
When we rejoined the circle, several heads turned. Nostrils flared. No one spoke. The silence around us was deafening. They
