“Finally!” Hayden roars, slamming into me one final time before he erupts.
They climax, practically in unison. Hayden’s cock pulses deep inside me, flooding my battered passage with his release, while Remy pumps his down my throat. Some bubbles up, but Iswallow it, which only makes Remy groan louder as he finishes, more thick ropes erupting from his length.
I have no choice but to swallow, again and again, taking everything Remy feeds me while Hayden fills me from behind. The sensation is overwhelming. My body is screaming for a release. But by some miracle, I stop myself from giving in. I just whimper and groan until I feel Hayden’s release dripping down my thighs.
Then they both still. Remy slowly withdraws from my mouth, and I gasp for air, coughing and sputtering. My throat is raw. My jaw aches. I can still taste him on my tongue. Hayden stays inside me for a moment longer before he releases the grip on my hips.
“A good start,” Hayden says, pulling out of me with a wet plop that causes even more of him to run down my legs. “But there’s still a lot more to go before your punishment is over.”
“For now, you get a break,” Remy declares, still panting. “You earned it.”
I feel the ropes loosening around my wrists and thighs. The relief is immediate. My limbs are stiff and aching from being held in position for so long. When I’m finally free, I try to move, but my body won’t cooperate. I’m too weak, too exhausted.
“I’ve got you, Ansley,” Hayden says, carefully lifting me from the chair.
Hayden carries me to the bed and lays me down on my side, careful not to put any pressure on my welted ass. Every breath makes me aware of new aches, new pains. My throat burns. My jaw hurts. My pussy is tender and overstimulated. But worst of all is the desperate, unfulfilled need coiled inside me.
Remy walks over with a glass of water. He cradles my head and helps me drink. The cool liquid soothes my raw throat, washing away some of Remy’s taste. I drink like I haven’t had water in weeks, not realizing how thirsty I am until I’ve guzzled most of the glass.
“How are you feeling?” Hayden asks, brushing brown, sweat-dampened hair from my face.
“Like I’ve been run over by a truck,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and raspy. “Everything hurts.”
Hayden and Remy exchange glances. Something passes between them, probably via their mental link. I’m too weak to question it.
“This will be more than a break,” Hayden speaks in a deep, low voice. “Your punishment is over.”
“Really?” I whisper, a tired eyelid cracking. “But I thought…”
“You may be brave and a lot tougher than you look, but there’s only so much you can take, and we’re not cruel,” Remy says, sitting on the bed. “Not with our mate, at least. You mean more to us than anything else, even our rules and traditions. Maybe some of them are harsher than we realized.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, grateful for the reprieve. But it doesn’t feel right. I know I messed up. I know I deserve to be punished. “I… I can handle more.”
“Are you sure?” Hayden asks, surprise in his voice.
“Yes,” I answer. “I disobeyed you. I put you both in danger. I deserve it.”
I’m less confident than my words suggest. I feel like I barely made it this far. But something inside of me won’t accept mercy,because I don’t feel like it’s justified after what I did. All I cared about was my job. I’m beginning to see that there’s worse things in the world to worry about than Ms. Frost’s wrath.
“No more punishment,” Hayden growls, leaning down and kissing my cheek. “You’re forgiven and your penance is paid. But since you want more, you’ll get it.”
“Yes, you will,” Remy growls, taking the glass and putting it on the table. “Except this time, you don’t have to hold back. You can come as many times as you want.”
I can’t stop the silly grin that teases the edge of my lips. “In that case… I think my break is over.”
Remy crawls into bed and nibbles my shoulder. Hayden slides next to me, his hand sliding between my thighs.
If I’m allowed to come, I think I’m going to enjoy being claimed by two hungry wolves.
CHAPTER 22
Ansley
The rest of the night doesn’t feel like punishment.
I spend part of it on my back, climaxing helplessly with Remy buried inside me. Then I’m on my knees, taking Hayden from behind, my body making up for all the pleasure I was denied during my punishment.
When they’re both finally still, I’m exhausted. I sleep between them, not moving an inch until the sun is peeking in through the windows. Remy is the first to stir. I feel him pulling away and I snuggle closer to Hayden’s chest. It feels so good I don’t want to get out of bed at all.
