Page 39 of Savage Wounds


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I know he’s somewhere close.

I know he’s always watching.

I want him to.

One large hand grips both of my wrists above my head, my eyes bound, the smell of his cologne invading my nostrils.

I lie there in nothing but a long t-shirt and a thong.

“Take off her panties,” one man says to another.

I know that voice. I’ve heard it before. I know it’s him. A.

I grind my hips against the soft mattress, anticipating his touch, my toes curling as hands on my panties cause my entire body to tingle.

“Mmm, look how pretty she is…” the other one groans, and it sounds like Chris.

But how can that be? Why are they together?

My heart pounds.

Someone runs the tip of their finger down my wet and warm slit.

“Come on, little wolf, spread those legs for us. Let us see how pink and pretty that pussy is. Promise we’ll make it feel good.”

I immediately obey, opening wide, wanting their hands, their bodies everywhere. Wanting to feel them both inside me at the same time.

Whore.

But I ignore the voice in my head, focusing on the sensations they’re igniting within me.

Cold metal prickles my belly button, and I wince.

“What is that?” I whisper, and someone grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks with a growl.

“Something to tear the rest of those clothes off, baby.” Chris’s deep, seductive voice makes me ache. “We want to see every stunning inch of you.”

My shirt is being torn, like they’re slicing it with a knife or a pair of scissors. I’m not even scared. I want more.

“Please touch me,” I beg with a heady moan. “I need…”

“Need what?” A groans.

Oh my God. What is happening?

But I don’t have time to think about it when one of them flicks my clit and my back bows, the sounds coming out of me loud and wanton. I don’t even know which one of them just did that. I’m shrouded in utter darkness.

“Who should be the first to taste you, little wolf?”

Sensations explode through my core as a finger continues to torture my pussy.

“Should it be me?” Chris sucks my earlobe while one of them fondles me, refusing to slip his finger inside me.

Is that A? Oh, God, I want it to be him. I want him to touch me.

I’m so turned on. I know they can both see it and feel it. But I don’t care. I’m too far gone to worry about that.

Fingers pinch my nipple, and I gasp and whimper, my teeth snapping around the edge of my bottom lip, the feeling so erotic it makes me twist and writhe in ecstasy. I’ve never once felt anything like this before.

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