Page 63 of Speechless
Theo held me close under the water, hisveryhard cock pressed between us, along with something cold. I looked up at him. “You’re pierced too?”
“I am.”
“There’s so much I don’t know about all of you.”
He kissed my forehead. “You have all the time you need to learn it.”
Logan held a towel open for me, wrapping me in it carefully. I loved that they were three steps ahead and I didn’t have to think about it. But…
“You said you guys were feral. But all of you haven’t had the chance to touch me.”
Without any warning, Bastian scooped me up off the floor with nothing but a towel around his waist and carried me away to the others’ laughter. “We will all have the chance. Don’t worry about that.”
“It’s hard not to.”
We entered his room, with rich mahogany brown walls and dark woods. Sleek and gorgeous. He laid me on the bed and climbed over me, hair still dripping. “You gave us free use, Trinity.”
I frowned. “And?”
“And if any of us want to fuck you now, we can.”
Oh. I saw his point. I didn’t need to worry if all of them were satisfied, because if they wanted me, they could have me until I used my safe word. That small sparkle of lingering worry vanished.
“Now,” he pulled back the covers and helped me beneath them before turning off the lights. “You’ll keep my cock warm while we sleep.”
I was already sinking down into the pillows, sleep beckoning. But low arousal gathered in my core. Something I probably needed to get used to around all of them. “I will?”
“Yes.”
Bastian turned me toward him and lifted my leg over his hip, taking his time, slowly entering me and pushing deep. Until he was entirely inside me and curled around me.
“Sleep,” he whispered.
I did.
CHAPTER TWENTY
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TRINITY
Fuck, this was the best dream. Pleasure that seeped through my body and stayed there, turning every cell a shade of shimmering gold.
That was because Bastian was between my legs, stubble scraping my thighs, using his tongue on me with lazy decadence. I reached down and pushed my fingers into his hair. It was just long enough for me to pull.
Bastian leaned into my pull with a groan before releasing me, gripping my hips and flipping me over. His chest pressed against my back and lips to my ear. “Good morning, pretty plaything.”
“Morning.” I arched into him as he kissed across my back and neck. “I wish it was the weekend. I can’t remember the last time I slept that well, and we’d have time to play.”
Bastian laughed softly. “It’s still early.”
“Still have to go to work,” I grumbled.
“After.” He lined himself up with me and brought his lips back to my ear. “I would have been fucking you already, but I wanted you to feel the first time I do.”
He pressed in, rocking his hips until I was full of him and I could feel every single piercing on his cock and the way it curved. I shuddered, gripping the pillows. It had beenmonthssince I’d had anyone. Before Isolde even found her pack. My body ached with the fullness of it.
Bastian dropped his forehead against my spine. “Fuck, you were made for me.”
