I’m drunk on my orgasm and my mouth opens without any regard to the words that are about to escape.
“I love your scars, Finn. Give them to me.”
Finn just leans in and kisses me like I’m giving him life.
Releasing my mouth, Finn places me in the center of the bed like I’m fragile glass.
Maverick is already there with a cheeky smile, kissing me like I’m his queen and he’s just a servant, while Finn unbuckles the belt and releases my bound arms. I shake them off but I know better than to think I’m free to touch and do whatever I want. It’s not their style.
“Thank you,” I manage to whisper, and the mischievous grin Mav throws back to me almost scares me.
“Don’t thank me yet, princess.”
Oh fuck.
Lincoln kneels on the bed, slowly making his way between my open legs and without any preamble, he pushes his incredibly hard and thick cock inside me as he folds his elbows at the sides of my head, effectively caging me in and holding all his weight on his arms.
Finn and Mav are watching us from either side of the bed, but our position is like a private bubble and here, just the two of us, I can see the side of Lincoln that he only gifts to me. His eyes soften just a fraction as he looks down on me, a small smile etched at the corners of his sensual mouth.
“Octavia Royal, you’ll be the death of me but I’ll walk willingly into the depths of Hell for a second with you.” I don’t have time to respond before his mouth is on mine.
Our kiss walks the edge of violence.
He’s not just loving me, he’s owning me. Fucking my mouth while his dick is a slow piston in and out of my pussy.
Suddenly, I’m turned around, finding myself lying on top of Lincoln. His grin tells me his chess game is going exactly as he planned.
With his hands on my hips, he accelerates his moves, fucking me from below and never losing his rhythm.
That’s when I hear the sound of metal on metal. Reluctantly, my gaze lifts and I see them. Finley and Maverick have secured cuffs to the headboard, long chains attached to another set of cuffs for—I’m guessing—my wrists. Thank fuck they look soft with their wool interior and leather straps on the outside.
“Give them your hands, Octavia.” Lincoln’s order is low and undeniable. His authority isn’t something he’s practiced. It’s a birthright and it fucking turns me on to no end. All the while his dick is leisurely pumping in and out of me, like its only job is to get me worked up.
Once my wrists are secured by soft wool and unyielding metal, I watch as Finn kneels at my side and Mav kneels behind me.
I don’t know what’s going to happen but I’m sure whatever it is, I’m going to love every second. I trust them enough to know that they won’t do anything I won’t enjoy.
Finn brings his hand to my cheek and caresses me softly, his lips spreading into a smile that steals my breath. “You’re stunning like this: bound and the center of our attention. Always.”
My eyes burn with unshed tears at his words.
Fuck, he’s amazing.
They all are in their unique way.
My romantic moment is interrupted by my gasp as I feel Mav’s tongue licking a hot path up one of my ass cheeks before he bites it, growling like a lust-filled animal. It’s erotic and intimidating.
Linc fucks me steadily, a constant rhythm that slowly makes my body hum with vibrant energy. He’s building the anticipation and as I turn my gaze back to his steely eyes, I feel centered. I feel secure in the fact that no matter what, he’s got me.
Then Mav’s mouth is at my ass with a quick swipe before I feel the cold dollop of lube that hits my puckered hole. He rubs it around, pushing a finger inside, and the fullness I feel between Linc’s dick and Mav’s finger makes me gasp. I instinctively pull at my restraints. I want to reach out and touch them, hold them. Something.
Anything.
Instead, Linc’s hand is at my nape—fingers tightening in my hair—calming me, grounding me as Mav adds a second finger.
“Fuck. Oh God.”
Finn runs one hand down my spine, up and down, soothing me with his warm touch.