An arm came around my waist and yanked me to a stop and thendown to the floor. He flipped me over, face feral in the darkness. “Hey, baby.”
I scrambled away from him, and he yanked me back, putting his weight on my chest. “Uh-uh. Not today. I haven’t felt your lips around my cock yet, and I think it’s time we changed that.”
Letting my instincts take over, I shoved at him, tried to scratch and claw. It felt like it didnothing. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head and pulled down his shorts with the other, already hard.
The tip pressed against my lips, and his eyes practically glowed. Every ounce of Alpha forced my Omega down. To submit. I wanted to, even though that wasn’t the game. Being pinned down was so delicious and familiar now. “Open your mouth. Don’t make me ask a second time.”
I glared at him. “Did you think I’d stop being a brat because you’re chasing me?”
Brooks shoved his cock between my lips while they were still open and smirked. “Didn’t sayhowyou had to open.”
Fuck me, it had been a trap, and I walked right into it.
He was so thick he was already stretching my mouth and he wasn’t even close to being deep.
A second, looming presence hovered behind Brooks. Bastian. Watching me being ravaged on the floor.
“Goddamn, Trinity.” Brooks pushed deeper and into my throat. I gagged and fought it, got a hold of it, felt the euphoria of pushing past a limit I wanted to demolish. His skin touched my nose, the short, trimmed hair scratching me. He was all the way in. Holy fuck.
And I needed to breathe.
“Hold it,” he ordered, but I couldn’t. I kicked and struggled, only for Bastian to move and hold down my feet.
Brooks pulled back and let me breathe, keeping his cock against my lips. “Wish I had my phone on me. I’d take a picture to show Theo how well the training is working.”
Keeping my hands pinned, he curled the other beneath my neck, lifting it to meet his slow push into my throat. Deeper and deeper. The rich taste of him. Smoke and vanilla and something else?—
All at once he began to fuck my throat in earnest. All the way in and all the way out, plunging into my mouth like he was already between my legs.
“Poor little thing,” he rolled his hips and thrust deep. “Being put in your place, right where you belong, gagging on your Alpha’s cock.”
Like his words made it happen, he hit the place that made me gag, but he didn’t pull back. “That’s it. Accept it. Fuck, that feels good, baby.”
Bastian was taking off my shoes and socks. I’d barely run from them. It couldn’t end here. I wasn’t finished being chased. I didn’t want it to bethiseasy.
“Breathe.” He pulled back. “Can’t have our plaything passing out before we’re finished.”
My shoes and socks were off now, and I felt the floor. How I could grip it. All I needed was the right moment.
I forced myself to go limp and look dazed, as if he’d fucked all the energy out of me and I couldn’t fight back. It worked. He released my hands and sat back, looking down at me like a dark god.
Heaving myself out from beneath him, Ishovedhis chest and sprinted down the hallway. Cursing echoed behind me, along with pounding footsteps. It took them no time at all to catch me, but at least I’d tried.
“Gotcha, baby.” He pulled me to a halt. “Good try, faking it like that. I’ll remember for next time.”
Bastian lifted my legs off the floor, and I went ballistic. I fought them, writhing and trying to make them let go, but they didn’t let go, carrying me down the stairs to the fighting ring and then into it.
We were in the center of the lights, like I was an offering in the spotlight. A sacrifice to the two gods who’d taken me.
Honestly, I didn’t hate that idea. And after Ocean’s adventure in Grecia, I was down for a scene like that. I’d make a note later.
My brief distraction allowed them to push me onto my hands and knees and Brooks to pull my skirt down. I was embarrassingly wet—you could hear it when he drove himself to the hilt without warning. I cried out on a gasp, and suddenly my head was lifted by a hand in my hair.
Bastian. Head tilted. Staring at me with the eyes of a predator.Mypredator. A slow smile. Like he was telling me that Brooks was only an introduction to what he had planned.
He brushed over my lower lip with his other thumb, and I went still. As still as I could while I was being fucked within an inch of my life. Already the pleasure seeped outward beneath my skin, gripping me and holding me captive. I dug my fingers into the floor, scratching the surface, unable to move even if I wanted to.
Bastian leaned forward with aching slowness and ran his tongue over my lower lip. The movement was so brazen and erotic—the orgasm came out of nowhere. My cries echoed through the empty arena. Ragged, desperate sobs as every thrust wrung more pleasure out of me.
