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I’m trembling, but not out of fear.
“Let’s see how breakable you really are. Since you’re offering yourself up like a willing little sacrifice.” His tattooed hands reach over his head, and he drags his shirt off in one smooth motion. The silver of his chain and rings catch the light, drawing my eyes down his planes of muscles and ink.
A throb pulses in my clit when I see his fingers work at his belt. Remembering when he last used it on me in the forest. Holy fuck, what would it be like to have him do that in front of both Ky and Thorne.
I can feel the flood of wetness in my pussy just thinking about them all seeing exactly how drenched I get being spanked.
He slips the leather through the loops of his waistband, then expertly binds my wrists together in front of me. As he cinches it tight, I notice how the notches go all the way to the end—my mouth goes dry, that detail hadn’t registered the day I was bent over his bike.
Does he use this same belt—the one that has brought me pain intertwined with pleasure—on his victims before they meet their death?
I don’t have time to focus on that, with his next actions coming fast and aggressive. The beast writhing inside him acts, first yanking the front of my bra down to expose my breasts. My nipples pebble with the rush of cool air, and he pinches one of them so hard I gasp.
Beside me, Ky has moved over to join Thorne. They’re both standing in my line of vision, allowing themselves a front-on view of me. And when I see my Viking’s strong hands working to undress them both, I have to bite my lip. God, I love seeing them together, and it only ratchets up my need for all of them.
“Jesus. One look at the two of you and her cunt is already dripping.” My wolf slides his tattooed hand up over my collarbone, wrapping the front of my throat and squeezing. I’m so close to whimpering, my teeth dig harder into the swell of my bottom lip as I give him the attention he’s demanding from me with unrelenting pressure around the column of my neck.
“We’re gonna make a mess of you, baby girl.” Ky’s lips are on Thorne’s neck as he speaks, and my core tightens with pure, greed-soaked lust.
Raven flexes his fingers. “I might just chain you to my bed and keep you there like a filthy little fuckhole to use.” He bears down with increased pressure, slowly restricting my breathing as his incendiary stare devours me alive. “Maybe I’ll put a collar on this fragile little neck.”
Bonfire sparks fly through my veins where blood used to be.
That image, of myself naked and collared and curled up beside his heavy boots is what finally drags a whimper out of me. The one I’ve been battling to contain.
“What do you say, Thorne? You want to see our pretty little slut on her knees in nothing but a collar?” Ky watches me with the devil in his eyes.
Thorne’s jaw pulses. His azure eyes follow the spot where Raven’s hand firmly grips my throat, and the sight causes his pupils to blow out.
Holy shit. Holy shit. He likes that idea as much as I do and I think my brain might have broken more than a little.
“This cunt is ours to use whenever and however we want.”
I nod.
Raven’s upper lip curls. “Say it.”
“Yours.” My throat works a swallow underneath his palm. “Yours to use.”
He lets go of my neck, and slaps the side of my tit. Then he’s on me, his hot mouth closes over my flesh as teeth bite down on the side of my breast, leaving bruising marks, before he shifts across and does the same to the other.
Right now, I wish my hands weren’t bound because as much as I want to shove him off and punch him in retaliation for the pain searing beneath my skin, I also want to sink my fingers into his dark hair and hold him there.
Having his mouth on me feels like a dream scenario. But the brute senses me attempting to chase after his path of punishment. Pulling back, he withdraws faster than I can catch my breath.
“So damn easy to bruise.” He taunts.
My stomach caves. I’m entranced with the idea of waking up tomorrow painted by their marks.
“Bend her over, Ky.” Thorne’s rough command sends my pulse fluttering. Fuck. He nudges my Viking toward me, and the wicked expression right there on his face—as he obeys the man we both happily would do anything for—tells me everything I need to know about what is coming next.
“Look at these perfect tits. Begging for attention, just like your pussy is.” Ky’s green eyes bounce between the reddened welts left by Raven’s teeth, and back up to my mouth. I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s calculating how far he can bend the rules, while still technically following Thorne’s instruction.
His tongue touches against his front teeth for a moment, before he chooses to pounce. Fisting his hand in my hair, he shoves me sideways in the direction of the armrest along the L-shaped couch. The force tips me over, and with my wrists bound together, I have no way to prevent myself from falling face-first into the cushions.
Leaving my ass high in the air, exposed to all three of them.
Ky makes a filthy noise and shoves my head harder, instructing me to stay exactly where I am. “Before we came along, you had to have a drawer full of rubber dicks just to keep yourself satisfied. A horny little bitch who wanted someone to pin you down and rail you whenever and wherever.”
