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6. REST IN PIECES
If I’d had the capacity for coherent thought, I might have been horrified by how quickly I’d capitulated.
But I didn’t, so I wasn’t.
Not with Trace’s fangs grazing the sensitive curve of my throat with a possessiveness that made my head spin. Not with Dominic’s hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he kept me spread open beneath him.Not with my wrists straining uselessly against the cuffs as I arched and twisted into every single touch they gave me.
I was ready to combust. Ready to come apart at the seams if they didn’t give me what I needed. The ache between my thighs had become unbearable, pulsing insistently and demanding the kind of attention that neither one of them seemed to be in any rush to give me.
I needed more.
So much fucking more.
“Uncuff me. Please. I want to touch you,” I begged, my voice breaking on the last word.
It occurred to me then that I might actually die if they didn’t give me the relief I needed. Was that even a thing? Was there a point where desperate want tipped into something fatal?
Because it sure as hell felt like it.
“Not tonight, angel. I’m afraid those have to stay on,” purred Dominic as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear. “Tonight, your only job is to let us ruin you.”
Trace’s hand stilled against my ribcage as he lifted his head to watch Dominic drag my underwear down my legs. The fabric slid against my overheated skin with agonizingslowness until he’d pulled them free and tossed them over his shoulder. Somewhere between one racing heartbeat and the next, I felt Trace’s control snap a second before his hand slipped beneath my shirt, his fingers grazing against my bare skin as he pushed the fabric up and out of his way.
I was completely at their mercy, and I’d never been more turned on in my life. They had me exactly where they wanted me. Pinned beneath them, chained and helpless, and completely exposed.
Dominic’s hands moved back to my thighs, pushing them wider apart as he lowered himself between them, his mouth descending toward me with the kind of controlled intent that turned my bones to liquid. His breath ghosted over my center and I whimpered, knowing that he was torturing me. Watching to see how far he could push me before I fell apart beneath him.
“Please,” I whispered, my hips rocking up against the empty air.
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “With pleasure, angel.”
And then his mouth was on me, and the world went white behind my eyes.
I cried out, my back arching off the mattress as pleasure and heat coursed through my blood, stealing whatever breath I had left. His tongue moved slow at first and then quickened masterfully, finding every sensitive spot and using it against me without mercy. There wasn’t a single moment of hesitation. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was in no rush to finish it.
I turned my head toward Trace, needing to feel more of him, and he was already there to catch me. His mouth claimed mine like a starving man, swallowing every needysound I made as Dominic continued to work me with a single-mindedness that had me panting against Trace’s lips.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Trace’s tongue sliding against mine while Dominic’s moved in perfectly paced strokes between my thighs that had my legs shaking uncontrollably. My hands pulled uselessly at the chains again, desperate to touch them, to anchor myself to something solid before I unraveled completely.
“That’s it,” murmured Trace, his voice rough with desire as I whimpered desperately against his mouth. “Just let go.”
But I couldn’t. Not yet. The pleasure was building too fast, climbing too high, and I was terrified of what would happen when I finally fell.
Dominic tightened his grip on me, holding me in place as his pace increased, his tongue circling and flicking in ways that made stars burst behind my eyelids. And then when his lips closed around the most sensitive part of me and sucked, I nearly came apart right then.
Strangled words and moans ripped out of me, barely recognizable even to my own ears. “Oh, GOD…”
He hummed against me in response, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through my entire body.
“Please,” I choked out, not even sure what I was trying to say. What I was asking for.
As if knowing, Trace’s mouth dropped lower, trailing kisses down my throat to my chest. His tongue swirled around my peak before I felt the sharp prick of his fangs graze against the swell of my breast.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, thick with hunger.
“Yes, please. Yes,” I pleaded before I even fully understood what he was asking me. Not that it mattered one bit. I wanted all of it. Every touch, every kiss, every flick, every bite.
His fangs instantly sank into the tender flesh just above my breast, and a shock of white-hot pleasure ripped through me like someone had plunged me straight into the sun.
