He settles me on his lap on the dark wingback chair that faces the bed. I’m tired, but I’m still turned on. Lycan’s hands move down my thighs, and he slides them open to ensure my legs hang over the armrests of the chair. I’m open, bared to Darius’s heated stare.
“Only this once,” my husband commands, his voice low and gravelly with desire as Darius drops to his knees. “You can worship her perfection.”
And with that approval, Darius’s mouth lands on my pussy with hungry fervor. His tongue laps at my core, causing my back to arch, and Lycan’s mouth finds mine as his one hand trails up to my throat. He grips me harshly, possessively, there is no doubt he’s enjoying this situation because his cock throbs behind me.
The warm mouth, the fingers stealing my breath, and Lycan’s tongue stroking mine sends me into bliss. Suddenly, a slap lands on my thigh and I yelp into my husband’s mouth. He’s spanking me, and my nerves spark with electric need.
Behind my eyelids, all I see is white, black, and then nothing when the Darius moves away and a harsh swat lands on my hard clit causing me to cry out. Lycan steals the sound, and Darius’s mouth is back. They alternate until my arousal is dripping down my body, my thighs are soaked, and Lycan’s suit pants must be drenched.
I’m teetering on the edge, because each time I lean closer to my release, they both halt all movement. Lycan breaks the kiss, and my eyes snap open to find him looking down at me, a smile gracing his lips.
“Is my filthy girl needy?” he whispers along my cheek, sending waves of pleasure and desire coursing through every inch of me. Powerful hands brace my legs, Darius’s mouth at my core teasing its way up and down my inner thighs, but never making contact where I need it most.
“Please, let me come?” I plead with a whimper as my hips lift toward Darius, but he only chuckles at my display of wanton lust. I glance down at him, finding those green eyes, so much like Lycan’s, looking up at me. “Please?”
Even as I plead with him, it’s pointless because he’s not going to allow me an orgasm until Lycan’s agreed. They’re in charge, and they’re making it known I’m theirs to toy with as much as they’d like.
My body trembles as I moan when Darius trails his fingertips over my pussy, the wetness drenching both digits that trail along my lips. “I think this bad little girl needs to play another little game. One that she’ll enjoy,” Lycan murmurs behind me as Darius lifts his fingers to his mouth, tasting my juices.
Darius rises, and settles in another wingback chair which he pulls over so he’s facing us. “Want to play another game?” he questions from his seat, his gaze flicking to Lycan’s as if seeking approval. When Lycan nods behind me, Darius meets my gaze once more.
“What kind of game?” I whisper, while my husband circles my clit slowly because he’s enjoying just keeping me on the edge. He doesn’t finger fuck me. He doesn’t even push in slightly, he keeps his touch on the nub, ensuring I can’t come.
“A little game of Red Riding Hood,” Darius says, pushing to his feet, he sets his glass down on the cabinet before unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops. The heavy metal clinks as he loops it into a makeshift collar.
“Uhm.” This time, it’s my turn to be unsure. Before it was Darius, before his brother offered him the approval. “Okay.” I’m not sure what the game entails, but with my arousal dripping from my core, and my nipples hard from the memories of what I’ve just experienced, I think I can handle it.
At least I hope I can.
“You’ll have to wear a collar around your neck, or the belt around your middle, you decide,” Lycan whispers in my ear. “Then, you’ll be sent out into the garden, and you’ll have to run and hide from us. Either the hunter or the wolf will have to find you.”
I turn to my husband. “What happens if one or both of you finds me?” My voice is a nervous whisper, and Lycan grins because he knows I enjoyed our game of chase in the garden that one night. He knows this will bring me pleasure. That I’ll fulfill a dark desire.
“If we told you, it would spoil the game.” Lycan’s words have my body shuddering, but my pussy pulses at the thought, and I nod slowly. “Good girl.” He kisses me softly before pushing to his feet. He moves to the drawers and pulls out a collar with a little bell attached. “Collar or belt?”
For a moment, I ponder which would be easier to run with.