“And the beast?” Reed’s nose trailed along the skin of my neck, a gentle caress before what came next. “He just fucking hopes that sometimes you like your hair pulled as you get fucked hard by a madman.”
His teeth locked down on my neck, pricking the skin as his whole body hunched, driving himself into me.
“Oh, god, Reed…”
I couldn’t say, think, do much more than submit in this position, which was why he’d picked it. I was completely vulnerable, forced to just take his cock. And, oh, how I did. A brutal kind of friction that refused to be ignored, he rubbed over well-worn flesh that had already taken a beating, but my body didn’t care – it was like I was punch drunk. Lurching forward and opening up, ready for more. He growled into my neck as I tilted my hips back as far as they would go, opening me just that little bit more, and he took every inch surrendered as his, slam, slam, slamming into me. If this was Reed, then this is what I wanted. I craved the hunger in him, the brutal fucking need. Because it created an answering one inside me.
Reed didn’t tease me to orgasm, he dragged me towards a cliff edge, ready to throw me off. But as I heard his muffled snarls, felt the power of his strokes, I knew he was going to join me in leaping off. I clawed at the window, feeling a terrible tightening in my spine and, right as I did, the wolf shifted.
Reed probably thought my gasp was my orgasm hitting me, and it was. Sharp, vicious pleasure like a fire tore through me as Logan emerged, hard and naked, his eyes boring through the glass, observing every damn twitch.
“The others will ask,” Reed snapped. “They’ll make sure you’re ready, but you decided to tangle with me, and my wolf isn’t domesticated.” His arms locked around me, pinning me to his body as his teeth sank into my neck in a way that felt suddenly familiar.
Whatever pleasure I’d felt moments beforehand was nothing compared to this. I barely even noticed Logan as my eyelids fluttered, and the most expansive, all-inclusive mushroom cloud of pleasure exploded inside me.
“Reed…”
“Mine…” he growled. “Mine…”
I washalf drunk on Reed when his hand slapped down on the windowpane, covering mine and helping him regain his balance. But as I listened to the rasps of Reed’s breath, Logan grinned at me. His hand slid over the length of his cock with all the care of a lover, my cunt clenching down as I saw the girth of the man. Reed rumbled, pushing his nose into my hair, then making much more gentle sounds, for all of his declarations, and I felt one brother nuzzling me as the other erupted, empty and alone in the cold outside. Whatever spell Logan was under, it broke then and he shook his head, backing away from what he’d just done.
“Did you know he was outside?” I asked, as I saw the black wolf turn tail.
“I had an idea,” Reed replied, weariness apparent in his voice. “He’s been hanging around your house most nights.”
“How did…?” I stopped myself from finishing that sentence. “You were out there too.”
“Couldn’t keep away. Since that first night, my wolf has been feral. Only thing I could do to appease him was to stake out your place. Imagine my surprise when I found I wasn’t the only one.”
He pulled us away from the window and then we were faced with the difficult situation of being locked together standing up. He eased us down to the lip of the bath, leaving me straddling his lap like the wrung out little fuck doll he’d described, but he cradled me close, dipping his fingers between my legs and teasing my clit with featherlight touches until I came again and again, finally expelling his knot.
“You should’ve run when you still could,” he whispered, then licked his tongue over the bite he’d left on me, forcing me to squirm. “Because now we’ve got a hold of you, we aren’t letting go.”
Chapter 53
So, engaging in a sex marathon was always bound to leave me in pain, which I’d expected, but I had not anticipated anything like this.
“Hey…”
I opened my eyes a crack and caught a glimpse of Ben staring down at me, but as soon as I did, I regretted it. My hands slapped down over my eyes, each ray of light feeling like a knife was stabbing straight into my brain. As I groaned, Ben chuckled, mistaking this for a hangover or something, but I knew what it was. I made an even more pitiful sound as my agony forced me into a ball, my head tucking into my chest as my arms wrapped around my aching middle.
“Lily? Lily!”
The door to the bedroom slammed open, making me whimper as it felt like I caught every reverberation.
“What’s going on? Is she OK?”
“Obviously not, fuck knuckle. What the hell did you lot do to her?”
“Do? Nothing more than… Shit. Lils…”
I cringed away from that voice, the questing fingers that trailed over my body, reminding me of exactly what this was.
Having PCOS was a double-edged sword. On the one hand, I had few periods and therefore less of a chance of getting pregnant. But when Aunt Flo came to visit, she strapped on her romper stomper boots and kicked out the jams, all that repressed menstrual cycle turning into a Red Sea of pain and mega flow.
And migraines. Fucking migraines that turned everyday things like light and sound into instruments of torture.
“She’s…(sniff, sniff)got her period.”