So much—
Toomuch.
Through the haze, I heard a savage scream that couldn’t belong to me—but it burned my throat, so it had to. It was an omega’s wet dream to come so hard she lost her mind, thatshe, a creature built for pleasure, couldn’t take it anymore, but I just…
Help.
With three distinct pricks of pain, the flood eased, and the world came vaguely back into focus. While someone had plunged the suite into night, the lights strung all around me acted like little flashlights; now I knew how the sun felt, surrounded by all that darkness, the only source of warmth in the galaxy.
Shaky, weak, I bit down hard on the rope gag between my lips and moaned. Pleasure pulsed from my clit toeverywhere, my core racked with shivers and shudders, every flex of my muscles just another delicious aftershock of what had been a nuclear-level climax. Breathing short and rough through my nostrils, I just hung there, writhing, floating—flying.
For a bit there, it really felt like I was actually flying. I’d never admit it—not that I could string coherent sentences together right now, or anything—but a part of me had become hopelessly infatuated with the calm precision of Laszlo at work. The furrow of his brow and the grit of his jaw, how his hands only grazed me like I was just a piece of clay for him to sculpt…
No gross groping through cage bars.
No leering.
No filthy words while he tied me up and hung me from the ceiling.
In his hands, I was… a project.
I was art.
I was protected.
Even now, after orgasms so sublime I swore I saw the gates of paradise, I had no idea what to make of these alphas—but they weren’t like the others. That much wasfact. If something as innocent as concentration, focus, and attention could make me slick all over myself, that… meant something.
They meant something.
But my two working brain cells couldn’t put the pieces together.
A finger hooked around the rope in my mouth, and I grunted when it was tugged out and dropped down my neck. Soaked in drool, it hung heavier than the diamond necklace, and when I lifted my eyelids, I came face-to-face with a sculpted pale torso, dress shirt bunched up—
And Ambrose thrusting his cock between my lips. Squealing, I looked up to the smirking blond vampire, to the ice in his eyes and the power in his aura, and my sex clenched with need as he lazily fucked my face, one hand under my chin, the other in his pocket.
I barely had the strength to put my tongue to work, but one stroke of his shaft had the vampire groaning, his gaze stormy and his jaw tight. Behind me, someone undid the rope binding my hair to my ankles, but once I was free, my head just fell forward, taking Ambrose deeper with a sharp huff.
If there was some emergency—say, a fire—and I needed to get the fuck out of here, I’d probably just lie down and accept my fate. I was usually in a happy little bubble after masturbating, my orgasms crisp and clean and short-lived, but what those fangs did to me was another monster entirely. A part of me was actually grateful for Laszlo’s artistry, for the way he knotted and tied and arranged all these ropes so I could just hang here, immobile but oddly comfortable. I couldn’t really bob my head like I’d done with Kane. I couldn’t ride anyone. I couldn’t force my exhausted muscles tomove.
I had no choice but to take.
And I…
I liked it.
A sentiment I never thought I’d experiencehereof all places.
Teasing hands stroked my inner thighs, a calloused thumb working the spot Ambrose had bitten twice now, and I hummed a mewl around the blond vampire’s shaft as he thrust deeper, putting his hips to work now, his hand drifting from my throat to my hair. Just as my eyes started to close again, someone took advantage of the fact that my folded legs were literally tied open and thrustdeep, filling me to the hilt in a single brutal pump.
My eyes shot open, and my heart launched into my throat. Whoever it was stretched me wide, filled me up, claimed every inch of me—but it wasn’t enough. I heard the slap of balls and felt the weight of a knot slamming against my slick-drenched lips, and I squirmed and whined and wiggled my hips as much as the ropes allowed.
More, more, more, more!
Never been desperate before. Never wanted toneedsomething from some asshole alpha—
“Mind the teeth, little omega,” Ambrose grumbled.That’s rich coming from you. I shot him the sassiest look I could muster under the circumstances, and he thrust just deep enough to make my eyes water. Then, with a wicked grin, he reached below and pinched, thentwistedmy nipples. Pain bloomed across both breasts, and I squealed so loud my tormentor actually laughed.
“Oh, poorbaby,” Laszlo crooned. He stroked my side, ropes and skin, then smoothed both hands around my torso to massage the dull ache away. Right then. So itwasKane stretching me from behind; his cock had left a flesh memory on my body, big and thick and intimidating. Ambrose, meanwhile, had length and girth, but he was pale, dark veins weaving around his shaft, his blood so dark it almost seemed black beneath porcelain skin. At the end of it, however, pumping into my face, nudging my nose, was a knot so substantial it made my mouth water. The horny omega in my soul wantedthat,now, even if he laughed at my pain.