The instinct to jab my elbow into his sternum is real, but my muscles won’t comply. My mind screams at a hundred miles per hour, but my body doesn’t have a single fuck to give. All it wants to do right now is give in.
Beast leans down, his nose an inch from mine. “I think we’d rather tame you.”
Oh, holy fuck.Yes, please!My body is screaming for it. To be touched. To be taken. To be torn apart and pieced back together between the two of them. But, indescribably horny or not, my pride won’t let me roll over that easily.
“Better men than you have tried,” I say, my voice taunting, daring him to do his worst. It won’t work, but I wouldloveto let him try.
“See, I think that’s your problem.” Rattler’s voice is almost a purr in my ear. “Better men can’t give you what you need…” His tongue grazes the back of my neck, making nerves spark white-hot all the way up and down my spine. My knees give a little tremble as I swallow back a moan.
“You’re going to tell me what I need, then?” The words leavemymouth, but I sure as fuck don’t recognize that breathy tone.
“Bad men,” Beast rumbles. “The kind of men who would do anything for their girl. Kill for her. Burn for her. Die for her.”
I’m panting, my breath coming in shallow gasps that have nothing to do with my workout, and everything to do with the way Rattler bites the tender spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “Fuck you taste good,” he groans roughly
“I’m sweaty,” I whisper, my eyes drifting shut as Beast’s lips brush against mine, so close it’s almost a kiss. But it’s not. Not at all. He’s teasing me. Taunting me the way I did him. A swarm of ravenous butterflies ricochet inside my chest. He does it twice more, but each time I reach up to close the distance, he pulls back and stares me down. His eyes are black pools; merciless and hard. I whimper, the anticipation making my sex ache with need.
Rattler growls against my skin, biting and licking. “No, Elle. You’re sexy as fuck. You’ve always been sexy as fuck.” Hands are everywhere. Nails scrape my bare back and stomach. Palms caress my ribs. They surround me; all hard planes and rippling muscle. Ragged growls rip through the room; so wild that they make me think of panthers prowling after their prey.
Beast shoves his hand down the front of my leggings, his finger slipping between my folds with a wet sound. He rumbles in approval, the low tone stealing the breath from my lungs. Rattler, echoing the thunder in Beast’s chest, nips at my earlobe, his breath warming my skin.
My body lets loose an almighty shiver; one that starts at the base of my tailbone and radiates outward, turning my vision hazy. The only thing keeping me on my feet is Rattler’s hand at my throat and the bulk of his chest behind me.
“Lie to me, Elle.” Beast demands, pressing that thick finger inside me. I gasp, gripping his biceps as pleasure blossoms in my core. “Lie to Rattler. Tell us you don’t want this. Tell us you don’tneedit. Tell us you’re not soaking wet; that your tight little pussy isn’t begging to get fucked. Go on, Elle. Do it.”
The way he murmurs my name breaks me. It’s tortured, desperate, and filled with lust. I don’t just recognize it. I feel it. I feel it because it matches everything that has been welling up inside of me since the second I set foot in that fucking bar.
“I’m not a good liar,” I whisper on a shaky exhale. What I am is cooked. I’m done. Done holding back. Done fighting it. Done pretending to be something I’m not.
“Good girl.” His lips crash down on mine with a pained groan. Drawing my lower lip between his teeth and pinching the flesh, he tugs, eliciting just enough pain to make me moan. Rattler yanks my sports bra up, and the two of them work together to free me of it.
Beast spins me around to face Rattler, his finger still working every nerve inside me with that thick digit. Rattler groans, squeezing my breasts in his palms. He presses them together, sucking on one, then the other. His mouth gets rougher with every passing second. Teeth scrape and pinch the sensitive peaks. He sucks harder. Hard enough that I can feel my heartbeat throbbing in them.
Beast lets out a low moan, his free hand grabbing my ass cheek and squeezing it hard. “So ripe and juicy. Fuuuck… look at this ass. What were you thinking, walking around our house like this?” He sucks air through his teeth like I’m a disobedient child. “Is this what you wanted?” He yanks my hands behind my back, holding my wrists in one of his enormous palms, and presses them against the front of his jeans. Behind the zipper, he’s a steel rod of hot, carnal need.
“Yes!” I whimper.
“You knew—” He shoves another thick finger into my pussy. “—exactly—” I cry out, moaning his name as the intense, stretching pleasure sets fire to my soul. “—what you were doing to us.”
My legs shake, the fire burning inside my belly, stoking hotter and brighter with every pump of his fingers. Rattler pinches my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, staring into my eyes with a merciless expression. He squeezes harder and harder by the second, building the pressure until I can’t take it. My hips, completely disconnected from my brain, roll between them, riding Beast’s fingers with shameless abandon. I’msoclose; release hovers ahead, just out of reach, like a shimmering mirage.
I stroke Beast’s hard length over the denim, my fingers tracing the outline of a cock so wide that just the thought of having him inside me sends slick arousal dripping out of my pussy.
“Dirty little brat,” he murmurs in my ear. “You thirsty for this dick? You want me to stretch this sweet little pussy?”
“Ye-e-e-e-ssss,” I wail, my eyes rolling back in my head as the pads of his fingers pulse against my front wall. Lights pop in my vision. “Oh, my God, yes! Beast—please!”
“That’s right, you fucking cock tease. Beg me,” he growls, releasing my hands and grabbing my throat. “Beg me for mercy.” His fingers tighten, the pressure making my entire body ignite. I teeter on the edge; right where he wants me.
“Please-please-please-please-please-please!” I chant, my voice high.
“Good girl,” he purrs in my ear. “Now, beg him.”
Rattler squeezes just a little harder, waiting for me to comply.
“Please,” I whine at him.
His smile lifts, lopsided and ominous. “Lets see how you come first.” He releases my nipples, and I gasp as the blood rushes back in. The tips are hard and aching, but Rattler isn’t a big fan of mercy. With a sharp slap, he brings his hands down, fingertips just barely catching my nipples.