Page 78 of The Knucklebone Brothers

Then he leaned down and kissed me, his tongue tanglin' with mine, a deep, passionate kiss that made my head spin. I gave into it, my hands tanglin' in his hair, my body melting against his, moanin' against his mouth. As he was kissing me, I felt something cold and hard clasp around my ankles.

Maverick pulled back, a wicked, satisfied grin on his face, his eyes gleamin'. He looked down at me, his gaze travelin' from my heavin' chest to my legs, and I didn't notice that Blythe was already movin'. He had the heavy, rusted cuffs on me, and he was fastenin' them around my ankles, the metal sharp against my skin.

The boys looked down at me, Maverick's voice low. "Let us ruin you."

Blythe added calmly, his voice a dark promise. "Let us break you and put you back together." His eyes fixed on my face.

Blythe took the other end of the thick, rusted chain and wrapped it around the heavy legs of the wooden table. He pulled it tight, my legs pulled apart and locked in place, the chain a cold, heavy weight against my skin.

I looked up at them, my eyes narrowed in annoyance. "The chains?" I asked, my voice sharp with irritation. "Seriously? You really think you need to chain me up tonight?"

Maverick chuckled, a low, dark sound. "What? Don't you wanna have a little fun, Mrs. Knucklebone?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

The name hit me hard, sending a rush of heat to my core. My eyes widened, searching, my body a bare, exposed feast for their eyes. They looked at me like I was their last supper.

Blythe moved between my spread legs. His hands came down on my thighs, his fingers long, diggin' deep. He leaned in closer, his face inches from where I was open and exposed. The hard ridge of his erection pressin' against his pants, a heavy, threatening promise.

He didn't stop there. His fingers moved up, tracing the angry, red welts of Maverick's bite marks on my thighs, the skin tender and swollen. When he dug his fingers into the wounds, it sent a sharp jolt of pain that shot straight through me, mixin' with a wave of intense pleasure. I could see the muscles in his arms and shoulders tense as he held himself back from takin' what he wanted. He looked like a man starvin' for a meal, and I was the only thing on the menu.

With a sudden, rough shove, he pushed me back toward the head of the table. The rusted chain rattled against the wood, my bare ass scraped against the rough grain, sending a stinging burn through my skin. I was pulled further back, my head hangin' off the edge of the table, my hair spillin' down.

Maverick stepped up, his shadow castin' over me, and he grabbed my head. "I have somethin' I want to show you," he said, his voice a low, intimate whisper. He reached into his pants and pulled out his dick, the thick, heavy length of it, already hard.

I stared at it, my eyes goin' wide, as I saw the ink. On the side, right near the base, my name was tattooed: Aurora. My breath caught in my throat. It was a mark, just like the one I had carved into Blythe's chest. He had my name branded on him, a promise that I would always be his, no matter what. I looked up at him, my eyes searchin' his face, and I saw the pride in them.

Maverick leaned in, his face close to mine, and said, "This way, I can watch your name branded on me going in and out of your pussy as I claim what's mine."

He didn't waste any time. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his shaft, and guided the thick length of him to my lips. "Open up, pretty thing," he commanded. "I want you to taste what's about to be in your pretty pussy."

I parted my lips, my mouth goin' dry, and he didn't wait for me to adjust. He shoved his cock into my mouth, the head pressin' against the back of my throat, forcing a gasp from me. He held it there for a moment. Then he started to move, slowly thrustin' in and out of my mouth.

my chin tilted up toward the rafters, the blood rushin' to my head. I couldn't see Maverick, couldn't watch the way his face twisted with pleasure, couldn't see the way his muscles bunched and strained as he fucked my mouth. I just had to feel him. My eyes watered, but I didn't pull away. I was his, completely and I took every inch of him.

I could feel Maverick's hand drift to my throat, his large fingers curlin' around my neck, his thumb pressing against the pulse beatin' frantically beneath my skin. He didn't squeeze hard, just massaged, a deliberate stroke that sent a jolt of electricity straight down to where Blythe was waitin'.

"Spread it for me," Blythe rumbled from between my legs, his voice a low, gravelly command that seemed to vibrate right through the table. He didn't wait for me to ask what he meant. He took my hand, his grip rough and possessive, and guided it down my stomach, my fingers trembling as they found the wet heat of my own pussy. I did as he said, parting my lips with my fingers, exposing myself completely to him, my body a trembling offering.

The moment I did, I felt it. A wet, hot tongue. It started at the very bottom, dragging up the sensitive skin, a slow, agonizin' lick that made my toes curl. It hit my clit, and my body shuddered violently, a wave of pleasure crashing over me, my muscles clenchin' tight around nothing, my breath catching in a ragged gasp. It was better than anything I'd ever felt, a dark, twisted ecstasy that had me moanin' around Maverick's dick, my head thrashin' against the wood.

Maverick's hands found my breasts, his large palms cuppin' them, his thumbs brushin' against my nipples, pinchin' and rollin' them. He didn't stop fuckin' my mouth, though. He was brutal, his hips snapping forward, his cock thick and heavy, fillin' my throat until I was gaggin', tears streaming down the sides of my face. I was gaspin' for air, my eyes watering, tryin' to swallow him down, takin' every inch, my lips stretching wide around him.

Blythe, meanwhile, was workin' magic down below. His tongue was a blur on my clit, lickin' and suckin', sendin' shockwaves of pleasure through my body that had my hips bucking against his face. Then, I felt him slide his fingers inside me, two thick digits pushing deep. He curled them just right, and I cried out, the sound muffled by Maverick's cock.

Maverick moaned, the sound vibratin' through his dick and into my mouth, matchin' my own ragged breaths. He was takin' in every sound I made, every time I gagged or moaned.

Blythe used his other hand, pushin' down hard on my lower abdomen, helpin' him reach a spot deep inside me that sent electricity shooting through my whole body, a white-hot flash of ecstasy.

The tension in my body was a live wire, spinnin' tighter and tighter until it felt like it was about to snap. I could feel the crest of it, that dark, spiralin' wave of pleasure that was about to crash over me, and I couldn't hold it back. I gasped around Maverick, my body tremblin' violently, my nails diggin' into his forearms.

Maverick saw it comin'. He pulled back just enough to let me breathe, but his hand came up to cup my face, his thumb rubbin' against my wet, tear-stained cheek. His voice was a low, seductive thing I could feel.

"That's it, pretty thing," he whispered, his voice a dark, sexy command. "Let it come. Don't fight it. Give it to us. I want to feel you fall apart. I want to see you break. I want to watch your body shake." He let out a low moan then whispered out. "You're ours. You're gonna come for us."

His words were like a trigger, and I couldn't hold back anymore. My body archin' off the table as the wave crashed over me, my vision blurrin' white, my body shudderin' and tremblin' with the force of my climax.

Before I could even catch my breath, before the aftershocks of my climax had even started to fade, Blythe pulled me up. My bare breasts pressed against his still-bare chest. I saw the dark, thick drops of his own blood still runnin' down the side of his chest.

His lips were coated in my come, a glistening sheen that made his mouth look even more dangerous. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, a low, ragged moan escapin' him as he tasted me. I looked at him, my eyes wide and hungry, and then I leaned forward. I licked the blood from my initials. I trailed my tongue up to the side of his neck, over the vein that was beating beneath his skin, and then I swiped my tongue over his lips, cleanin' up every last drop of my juices. Then we were kissin', a deep, desperate, hungry kiss, our tongues tanglin' and dancein', tasting each other.