“Arcane,” Sterling growls out. As if he’s being held back by an invisible force, he jerks, trying to get closer to me.
Aamon pauses, cocking his head towards me in question.
“He’s right.” I nod. “He asked the same of me the first night we slept together.”
Aamon folds his hands , resting his elbows on his knees. “I see. Well, that does simplify things.” There’s a hint of annoyance in his voice. Like he’s irritated to be out of the loop. That there’s something Sterling knows about me that he did not. I cock my head towards him, trying my best to see through the mask, but he gives nothing away. Instead, he raises his hand and gestures towards me. “In that case, Sterling . . . have at her.”
And as if an invisible wall is lifted, Sterling charges forward. I blink before he has me in his arms, pulling me up on my knees and tilting my head back so he can kiss me. His mouth crashes into mine, streaking my face with Aamon’s blood. I taste it on his tongue, shredding any semblance of control I had left.
My tongue chases after his, desperate for the taste. I fight against my restraints again, desperate to touch him, hold him. The rope holds firm, not allowing a shred of give. But the feel of it melts into desire as I’m reminded that I’m trapped here, for them. And gods does the thought have me ravenous.
Sterling’s mouth travels down my chin, over my collarbone, until he’s at the swell of my breast. His hand wraps around my rib cage as his lips explore my peak. My head falls back as I let out a deep moan at the feel of his tongue against my nipple.
Sterling pushes me backwards on the bed. It’s not till my head hits the sheets that I realize Quinn is no longer holding the rope in place over the bedpost. My hands are still bound, but the relief of not being forced at that angle brings tears to my eyes.
The weight of Sterling’s body settles on top of mine as his mouth returns back to my chest, traveling down further and further. He reaches the apex of my thighs, grabbing me by the hips and flipping me over. I squeal at the sudden motion, breathless. Suddenly Sterling’s weight disappears, and I crank my neck to look over my shoulder and find him.
He’s standing at the foot of the bed, eyes glued to Quinn’s handiwork. “Seven hells,” he breathes. He reaches out a hand, running his fingers over the ropes until he lands on my ass. He kneads the flesh there, groaning in appreciation. “Angel, I have thought of nothing else but this view all night.” But before I can respond, he’s grabbing onto my legs and pulling me to the edge of the bed. My feet fall to the chilled concrete floor, my toes scrambling to find purchase. “Now what do you say we give our leader the perfect view of this ass while I eat the fuck out of that pussy as a thank you for his generosity?”
My thighs clench in response to his words as a snicker slips through the air. Sterling keeps his hands on my legs as he sinks to his knees. I yelp as his teeth clamp down on the flesh of my ass, pushing up on my tiptoes to climb further onto the mattress, away from the pain of his bite.
“Running away isn’t going to do you any good now, Angel,” Quinn chides. I turn my head against the silk sheets to the other side of the bed. Quinn’s beside me, with a wicked smile on his face and a hand fondling his cock. His faded denim jeans are undone, hanging on the ridges of his hip bones. My mouth goes dry at the sudden sight of it, suddenly overwhelmed with how badly I want my lips around him.
But my attention is brought back to Sterling between my legs as he brings his fingers to the top of my ass, hooks them around my fishnets, and rips. Hard. I bite down on my lip as the fabric snaps against my skin, sending a cascade of sensation through my core.
“Open for me, Angel,” Sterling coos from below me, tapping against my thighs. I wiggle mylegs so he has a little more room for access. He palms my ass again, a low growl filling the air before he spreads me wide and buries himself against me. His tongue darts out, lapping hungrily at my center. I melt against the bed, my eyes rolling back in my head as I soar at the feel of his tongue against me.
That is, until a sharp pain at the crown of my head snaps my eyes open once more. Quinn’s fingers are digging into my scalp, pulling hard against my hair as he keeps my eyes on him. His tongue darts out, licking his lips. I fidget against my restraints in an unrealistic hope that he'll somehow suddenly free me.
Not so I can run. But so I can touch him. Kiss him. Hold him.
“Oh, fuck.” The words are pulled from me involuntarily as Sterling hits my clit. His tongue slides from the front of my slit all the way to the back and my eyes go wide as his fingers follow, refusing to stop where his tongue lets off. Instead they slide through my arousal, pushing it further back until his soaked thumb is circling at my ass and stretching me. I sink against him, melting at the familiar sensation and the look of surprise on Quinn’s face.
“She’s so eager for it, Quinn.” Sterling chuckles as he works his thumb against me.
“It seems you’ve done this before, Angel,” Quinn drawls, his lips tipping up in the corner. He huffs out a breath of air, leaning in close enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath against my face. “I’d hoped to be your first, butI guess I’ll just have to fuck you hard enough to rid your memory of all the others who came before me.”
“You?” I ask, panting as Sterling keeps working my ass, adding a finger against my clit. I turn to look over my shoulder at Sterling, who seems mere seconds away from taking my ass fully. But Quinn holds my head steady, not allowing me to see Sterling.
“Yes, Angel. Me.” He leans in, kissing the tip of my nose before dropping my head on the bed and sauntering over to a small bureau on the wall stocked with whips, ropes, and chains. His jeans are dangerously close to falling off his hips, revealing his bare back sprawled with smoky ink and two deep dimples peaking out over the denim waistband. I want to reach out and run my hand over the linework, tracing every last scribble of ink on his skin till I’ve memorized it all by heart.
I gasp as Sterling shoves his thumb deeper into me. My thighs clamp around the absence of anything between my legs, hungry for some sort of pressure or friction against my center.
Quinn pops open one of the cabinets and plucks something from inside, turning around and giving me a good look of his full, hard length as he inches a thumb inside the loose waistband of his jeans and persuades them down. He steps out of them, moving towards me with one hand on himself and one hand clutching a bottle.
I chase after Sterling’s touch as I watch Quinn pop open the top, tipping the small thing until a clear line of liquid spills over his cock. He strokes himself, coating the full length of him in the glistening liquid. Seven fucking hells, my brain nearly short circuits. The combination of Sterling’s steady attention behind me and the vision of Quinn to the side of me has me barreling towards release.
Quinn steps forward again, running his hand down the rigid, velvety skin of his cock. Sterling doesn't falter behind me, using his free hand to tease at my clit. I moan, trying to hold back the orgasm I feel building inside of me. Quinn takes another step, running his thumb over the slit of his head, toying with the beaded liquid there. Sterling’s teasing touch becomes firm—determined, even. As his thumb fucks my ass harder, his palm flattens against the small of my back, holding my hips against the edge of bed.
“Sterling,” I whimper. It’s not just a name, but a plea. For him to keep going, for him to give me more. My lower lip quivers as he holds me in place, not letting up. “Oh gods,” I cry out. It’s too overwhelming, fire igniting my skin. I come undone all at once, shaking from the pure pleasure that pulses through me.
Quinn steps out of my field of vision and I blink through the lust-filled fog to try and clear my mind. But before my orgasm has even fully subsided, someone is behind me, wrapping a hand around the rope attachedto my arms and pulling me abruptly up. My head spins as my world becomes vertical again and I stumble backwards.
I crash into something solid. When I turn my head to look up, I find Quinn’s brilliant blue eyes. I take a deep breath, letting my head fall back against his chest as I try to recover from the storm that just tore through me.
“We're not done yet, Angel.” He grins when I open my eyes. And then he’s picking me up, a hand under each thigh, holding me open for Sterling. He swoops in fast, guiding my legs around his now bare waist. His lips are on mine once more, only this time I’m aware of the taste of myself on his tongue.
I chase it ravenously, turned on by the presence of myself on his lips. It serves as a stark reminder of all he’s just done to me, for me. How desperate he is to please me.
