Page 204 of Speechless
He wrapped something around me. Maybe rubber? A thin, blackbelt of it around my arms and above my breasts, tight enough to be snug and not hurt. It felt good. Like a firm hug. Or like the way Isolde described being tied up by Cade.
Another one at my elbows, and yet another at my wrists after he removed the cuffs. And the entire time I was hovering on the edge of orgasm, panting, knowing that I was about to collapse into a mess of nothing, pleading for a knot.
Right there.Rightthere. My voice matched every stroke of his tongue, filling the nest with my needy cries that turned into “Noooo,” when Logan lifted me off him.
“She’s ready.”
“What? You were just teasing me?”
Logan helped Aiden lift me and move me, sliding me down onto Brooks’s waiting cock. Bliss cracked through me. The sensation was almost immediate and still not quite enough. “I was tasting my Omega because I felt like it. And I was warming you up. We won’t need a gift basket this time.”
“What?”
A new set of hands gripped my hips from behind. “I had plans for you in the arena if I hadn’t gone into rut,” Bastian said. A hand on my back, palm pressing on his bite, pushed me down onto his brother’s chest.
Cool, silky liquid splashed on my ass and spread. “We were going to fuck you at the same time,” Brooks framed my face with his hands. “Now we’re going to do exactly that.”
“I—” I didn’t have enough breath to speak. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Good,” Bastian growled the word.
The way I was bound, I really was a doll for them. They could move me and fuck me any way they liked. Especially after today, I didn’t want to have to think. I didn’t want to decide anything. I wanted to exist under their control and protection.
Bastian smoothed his thumb over his bite, the connection making my eyes flutter closed. Holy fuck. If this was what Isolde and Ocean dealt with all the time when it came to their packs, I understood now. It was overwhelming, all-encompassing, and I never wanted it to stop.
“Relax,” he ordered. I did the best I could.
Bastian took my ass slowly. Inch by inch. Every little movement was doubled and tripled because I was so full of Brooks already. His piercings told me how far he was. Slow, rocking motions of his hips, pushing deeper and deeper until I was full of both of them.
Reaching out, Brooks traced my clit with his finger. I almost came from the gentle touch, every nerve primed and ready to fuckinggo. My temperature rose as the heat burned hotter. It had been too long. I needed a knot.
“Close your eyes, violet.”
Soft cloth covered my eyes. It blacked out what little light there was in the nest, but everything feltbigger. Not the fact that I couldn’t see—I’d already barely been able to see—it was that they’d chosen for me not to see.
I tried to reach for them and couldn’t. Brooks pulled me down onto his chest and kissed me. “Hold on, baby.”
They fucked me together. Their rhythms matched and separated and pulled me in different directions. They felt so different that it shattered me apart.
Yes,please, more, and yes, yes, yeswere the totality of my vocabulary. Neither of them held back. Fuck, I wanted another primal scene with both of them like this. Pinning me down, holding me there, and sharing me in the most carnal way possible.
Bastian bit the skin over his bite. My shoulder. The side of my neck. No breaking the skin, but enough to leave his mark all over me. Claiming me. Brooks marked me from the front, my breasts and my throat.
It wasn’t clear if it was a new orgasm or just an extended period of ecstasy—I hovered in my favorite floaty space that was currently lined with pearlescent silver. Gilded and glowing and perfect.
Bastian came hard, biting my shoulder, growling as he did. His knot swelled inside my ass, and Brooks finished moments later.
Lights flashed behind my eyes. Two knots stretching me open…
I was melty and buttery and nearly liquid. “This feeling. Yummm.”
Amusement poured through my bonds along with their laughter. “You feel good, sweetheart?”
“I feel like I’m floating in a cloud of honey. Love it.”
Wicked anticipation and eagerness flooded me from every side. “In that case, we have one more thing for you,” Aiden said.
Something small and delicate slid around my neck. Close to the skin. I thought it might make me feel like I was choking. But as soon as the clasp clicked shut, it felt nearly invisible. “A collar?”
