“Lift your head,” Reid instructed.
When she did, he moved toward her with a satin mask. She reared back, rattling the metal chains connecting her to the wall and shaking her head. “No. No blindfold. Please.”
Reid frowned, his eyebrows drawing together as he stared at her. The fear must’ve been apparent on her face because instead of pushing the issue or telling her she wasn’t in charge, he nodded and set the mask on the side table. “On your knees, LeBreck. Eyes closed.”
With a sigh of relief, she drew her knees beneath her and laid her cheek against the cool comforter. The sound of drawers being opened and rummaged through filled her ears. She hadn’t had time to explore the contents of the dresser when she was in the room before, but she suspected it wasn’t filled with socks and
T-shirts.
“I saw her eyeing this one in my store,” Jace said. “It may make her think twice about disobeying us again.”
A loud thwack echoed through the quiet room as the leather strips of the flogger striped across her ass. She bucked against the impact, but didn’t have time to catch her breath before another blow rained down on her. Her teeth bit into her lip as she waited for the stinging pain to morph into the burn of pleasure.
The bed dipped and Reid’s familiar scent moved over her while Jace continued punishing her rear and the backs of her thighs. She moaned as a hot palm slid along her belly.
“Jace is a fucking master with a flogger, but I know you like a little pain, don’t you, Brynn?” His fingers parted her folds and buried inside her needy channel. Her body clenched around him, aching for more. She spread her knees wider and the tails of Jace’s flogger flirted with the crack of her ass. “Oh, yeah, you’re loving it, aren’t you?”
Reid pulled his hand back, and she writhed in protest. The strips of leather smacked her pussy and she cried out—the crazy pain/pleasure combination nearly sending her into instant orgasm.
“Fuck,” Jace said, his voice strained. “I’m usually good at this whole patience thing, but she’s killing me. I’ve been waiting a goddamned decade to share her with you.”
Reid rose from the bed and smoothed a hand over her burning ass. The crackle of a condom wrapper was the best sound she’d heard all day.
A finger tapped her cheek. “Open your eyes and let me under you, doll.”
She cracked her eyes open to find Jace fisting his cock and staring at her with a hooded gaze. She rose on her elbows and let him settle against the headboard. Her mouth watered at the sight of his thick erection—the tip glossy. Reid’s deep voice rumbled from behind her. “Suck his cock, Brynn. You don’t get to come until we do.”
She leaned forward and took Jace into her mouth, pressing her tongue along the vein on the base of his shaft and earning a shudder of pleasure from him. “Holy shit. She may not have to wait long.”
As she worked her tongue and mouth on Jace, Reid grabbed her hips and pressed his cock against her slick entrance. She canted her body toward him, silently begging. If he didn’t get inside her in the next three seconds, she might drop the sub protocol and start yelling at him. Reid plunged forward, filling and stretching her, and she moaned against Jace.
Reid begin to pump forward at a steady pace, but Jace, way past slow and easy, grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth—all the while showering her with deliciously dirty endearments. Reid soon sped up to match Jace’s rhythm, and Brynn could do nothing but ride the freight train with them—pushing them all toward mutual oblivion. Knowing she was driving both men to abandon, making the always-in-control alphas lose their shit, only served to ratchet up the intensity of her oncoming release more.
Her insides melted around Reid, the familiar feel of him almost too much bear. As he continued to rock into her, he reached around to tease her clit, sending contagious need to every molecule in her body. She sucked in deep breaths through her nose, trying to hold off on her orgasm until he gave her the go ahead.
Jace’s grip tightened against her scalp and he pushed deeper, forcing her to relax her throat. His cock seemed to swell thicker, and with one last strangled growl, hot fluid splashed onto her tongue as he found his release.
“Goddamn,” Reid said, increasing his tempo and strumming his fingers along her clit with new urgency. “You look so fucking hot sucking him dry.”
Jace scooted back, caressing her hair as she rested her cheek against his thigh, and Reid continued to thrust into her with abandon. Lava flowed through her veins, ready to burst free and send her into the ether.
Reid’s hand moved from her hip to her sweat-glazed tailbone, then down to the dimple above her buttocks. “Hmm, should I let you come or should I take you here first?”
His finger slid down the crack of her ass and teased her forbidden opening. Horror twined with the physical pleasure of the stimulation. No, not that. She couldn’t handle that. She shook her head, but her voice had left her. The moistened tip of his finger pushed against her muscles and slipped in. Tears pricked her eyes and her breathing turned short and choppy. Her body wanted it, loved the sensation, but her mind had gone on red alert.Author: Roni Loren
His voice soothed as his finger slowly moved back and forth. “Mmm, so tight. Can’t imagine how good this would feel around my cock.”
Her orgasm came hard and fast, but the panic was right on its tail. Her voice scraped against her throat as she called Reid’s name over and over again. Reid, oblivious to the inner battle warring within her, thrust harder and faster, chasing his own release. Her lungs strained for air, but she couldn’t seem to catch a breath. Blackness edged her vision.
A sharp ringing began in her ears, and the hands on her suddenly weren’t Reid’s or Jace’s; they were coarse and unrelenting. Unwanted. The scent of sweat and her own fear filled her nostrils, and she was dragged back to a darkened storage room. A stranger invading her.
No. No. No. Oh, God. Dizziness overwhelmed her, and she struggled for just one tiny breath, but there was no air to be found.
Jace’s worried voice cut through the end of Reid’s orgasm. “Shit, man. Stop. Something’s wrong.”
Reid lids snapped open as he pulled out of Brynn. Her body collapsed in a limp heap on the bed. What the hell?
“Brynn, sugar, you okay?” She didn’t respond, and fear squeezed his chest. “Jesus, check her breathing.”