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We faced toward the horizon, no one in our view. Since Rowan was the biggest, the only thing anyone would see was his back as he held me. But his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts, and then my bathing suit. It wasn’t until he slipped one long finger between my legs that I realized how wet I was. How far my mind was ahead of my body.
“I didn’t lie when I said I like a bit of everything,” he bent his head to whisper the warm words in my ear while he toyed with me, fingers exploring, strokingaroundmy clit without touching me there. The hand at my throat squeezed gently. “I like pleasure and I like pain. I like seeing tears well up while you’re trying to take all of my cock down your throat. I like watching you come over and over again, whether that’s on a tongue, fingers, cock, or vibrator.”
Now he did touch me. Barely. Keeping my body desperately tense. My nipples hardened so much you could see them through both the shirt and swimsuit. Perfume whirled around us, stronger as Rowan slid a finger inside me. I jerked against him and it did nothing. He held me where he wanted me, going so fucking, deliciously slow.
He kept using the wordyou, like he’d already done these things to me. It painted images in my mind. I couldn’t get enough, hanging on every word.
“I like taking you two at a time, feeling you stuffed so fucking tight you’re about to break. But you want to know my favorite?”
“Yes,” I begged, not sure if it was for the words or for him to go faster. “Please.”
“My favorite is your absolute, unconditional surrender.”
I blinked. “That’s it?”
He chuckled. “You think it’s easy?”
“I just didn’t think it would be submission.”
Rowan slid a second thick finger into me at the same time he squeezed my throat. “I didn’t say submission. I said surrender.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Unconditional surrender means that, within whatever limits we set, you take what I give you.”
My breath caught, desire swirling low in my gut, though it was nowhere near enough to get me there.
He kept going. “So if I decide I want to spank you for an hour, that’s what I’ll do. If I want you on your knees beside my chair holding my drink, you will. If I want to spend an entire day exploring you with my tongue, or fuck your throat every hour, or put you on display for the rest of the pack,” the heel of his palm ground down into my clit. “Whatever I think or desire, that’s what happens.”
I panted the words in shallow gasps. “Does unconditional surrender mean no safeword?”
Rowan’s low growl had every hair standing on end. “You will always have a safeword, and anyone who tells you that you don’t need one should be strung up by their thumbs and castrated.”
“Good to know.” I sank further into his hold, savoring the feeling of his fingers and the way he paused to circle and tease my swollen clit. But it wasn’t enough. “Rowan?”
“Mmm, yes, Omega?”
“When I mentioned it’s hard for me, I wasn’t kidding.” A different heat rolled through me, staining my cheeks and spreading up my chest. “This feels really good, I promise. It’s just that I can’t quite…” Pressing my lips together, I tried to relax. But now that I was in my head, I didn’t know if I’d be able to get back to that place. Not in public.
The hand at my throat held me still while Rowan gently pulled out of me, still teasing my clit before lifting those fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. The sound that came from him made my vision go blank with desire. Fuck, why couldn’t this be easier?
“Maybe we should go back to the suite, where there are fewer eyes and ears, and you can let everything go when we make you scream.”
“We?”
“If you’re okay with it.”
All I saw behind my eyes were visions of tangled limbs and hands, shared breath and close bodies andyes. “Yup. Very fine with that.”
He turned me around, keeping our bodies flush. “How would you like to get out of here?”
“What do you mean?”
Rowan drew his hands down my arms. I hoped he didn’t notice the goosebumps that followed. Just a simple touch from them and I was losing it. “Do you want to walk out of here with us? Do you want me to carry you? Do you want me to throw you over my shoulder and show your asshole of an ex how much we want you?”
My mouth went dry. I shouldn’t want to shove it in his face. Years of living here in a world where appearances meant everything taught me I should be better than that. But fuck it. I wanted him to know exactly what he lost, even if it wasn’t real.
“You choose,” I said, knowing exactly what would happen.
