London dropped his shirt onto the floor, then kicked off his shoes. “Carven,” I murmured, turning back to the beast. “The other side of the bed.”
“Jesus,” he muttered. “My brother’s gonna tear us apart.”
I turned to the beast as he strained against the bonds around his wrists to get to me. “No, he won’t.”
I moved closer and reached up, spearing my fingers through those thick curls I loved so much. Any other time, I’d be gentle with Colt. Any other time I’d be soft, caring. I’d kiss his bruises and lick his scrapes. I’d ride him slowly, letting him take control and tell me what he needed.
But this—the beast growled softly—this wasn’t him.
I burrowed my grip in the strands of his hair, fisting them taut, and yanked until his head snapped backwards.
“Fuck,” Carven groaned behind me.
I ignored him, my focus on the beast…and the beast alone. Corded tendons pulled tight along his throat. “You will do what I tell you to do, won’t you?”
There was no room to be gentle here.
No room to allow the beast any kind of control.
I had to be dominant. The one he obeyed.
I yanked harder, leaning in until my breath bounced off his firm jaw and licked that rough five-o’clock shadow, leaving a warm trail along his skin. “Won’t you?”
A keening sound rumbled from his chest before he gave a desperate nod.
“Good boy,” I encouraged, watching the spark ignite in his eyes. “My beast.” I looked down to the thin tank top straining over his rock-hard muscles. “My beautiful, powerful beast. You’re going to stay there and watch while Carven and London fuck me.”
“Pet,” London murmured behind me. “I hope you know what you’re doing here.”
The beast’s top lip curled at the sound of London’s voice.
I slowly released my hold on his hair. “If you want me?” I whispered as I reached down to the top of my panties and slid my fingers inside. “You will be good.”
My pulse was racing. Fear made the desire simmer. None of us were really into this, not anymore. But this was the only way forward, the only way the beast saw London and Carven weren’t a threat. Those dark eyes narrowed in on me. Nostrils flared, drawing in my scent as I turned to London. “Kiss me.”
One panicky glance at Colt and he stepped forward. “London, trust me.”
He didn’t want to do this, and it had nothing to do with him being scared. One hard swallow and he looked at Colt once more. He didn’t want to hurt him. I knew that. But the alternative was a lot worse.
“All or nothing, London,” I whispered.
He swiveled that dangerous stare my way, understanding this had to be done. “Fuck it,” he muttered, then he surged forward, grabbed me around the waist, and yanked me against him.
I slammed against his hard chest, my hands going to his shoulders.
But my focus was on the beast, on every soft snarl as London kissed me and the strain of those leather bonds as Carven joined us.
Colt’s brother ran his hands down my body until he was the one who grabbed my panties and yanked, sliding them down my thighs.
That low, warning sound grew louder.
“Ignore him,” I whispered, turning to Carven and sliding my hand around his neck to pull his lips down to mine.
He gripped my jaw, his cruel fingers clenching as he took my mouth with such ferocity it stole me away from where we were…and what we were doing.
I unleashed a moan as London lowered his head to lick my nipples.
Jesus…
I wasn’t into this before…but now, now that desire came rushing back.
“Push her to the bed,” London ordered. “I want to see your cock in her mouth.”
My hair fanned out as Carven eased me down until my head hit the bedding.
“That’s the way, princess.” London lifted my hips tugged my panties off, and threw them to the floor before he slid my legs apart. “Open up, pet.”
Carven reached down, one hand fisting his length, and leaned forward. Colt drove his body forward, bowing his arms behind him, straining to get to me. But I didn’t meet that desperate stare, just turned my attention to Carven and reached up to grasp his cock as I eased it to my mouth.
“Wider,” London commanded.
But he wasn’t talking about my mouth.
He gripped the insides of my knees and pushed them further apart.
“You like to control my brother.” Carven slipped his hand behind my head as I opened my mouth. “I can see, you enjoy it.”
The smooth head of his cock slipped along my tongue and sharply pushed inside, driving all the way to the back of my throat. “But we, Wildcat…we control you.”
Panic flared, making me suck air in through my nose. I fought the fear, staying calm. One tiny flicker of desperation and who knew how the beast would react. Carven looked down at me with those intense blue eyes, not well he thought.
“We control you,” he repeated. “Now suck.”
I did as he demanded, drawing back a bit as my tongue flicked along the pulsing vein under his cock.
“Good girl.” London ran his thumbs along each side of my slit, pushing gently against my clit. Heat raced, making me grip Carven’s cock harder, driving him all the way to the hilt.
“Oh fuck,” Carven moaned as London massaged the lips of my pussy against that sensitive nub.
“She likes that,” London urged, his voice deep and husky. Cool fingers met my warmth as he pushed inside me and fucked. “Carven’s going to lie down and you’re going to straddle him, okay, pet?”
I nodded, opening my knees wider as he dragged his fingers from my slit and ran them each side around my ass. That desperate growl echoed, drawing my focus from that surge of hunger inside me. But my body was a beast of its own, blooming with need.
I wanted to fuck all the time now.
Fuck and vomit…
Then fuck some more.
I whimpered, clenching my ass, driving my hips upwards as London lowered his head and licked. He opened my slit wider, then spat. “Now, son,” he urged.
Carven obeyed, pulling out of my mouth to fall to the bed beside me. I lifted my head to watch London grip my ass and drive his mouth against my pussy, sucking hard.
Throb.
“Oh, God.” I threw my head backwards.
Throb.
Throb.
“On Carven’s cock, pet,” London demanded as he pulled away.
My body was slow to move, still desperate for his mouth. I pushed upwards and grabbed London’s neck to kiss him. Colt snapped forward, driving his mouth toward mine. But it was the salty taste of my desire I hungered for.
Beep.
London’s phone chimed.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned.
London grabbed me and gripped my throat gently, showing me exactly who was in control here. “This is happening. Now climb onto Carven, pet. I want to watch you ride.”
He kissed me again, forcing my mouth to stretch until the corners burned.
I still felt that burn when he broke away, leaving me to turn to Carven. He sat upwards and grabbed my hips to steady me as I threw my leg over him.
“As hard as you want, Wildcat,” he urged.
I reached down, grabbed his length, and positioned myself over him. I wanted him inside me…as forceful as I could get. With a brutal slam, I dropped, feeling the push as I rocked, grinding him deeper.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He gripped hold of me and closed his eyes. “You’re gonna make me come like a fucking teenager.”
The big, warm hand at my back urged me forward. “Not yet, you won’t. Leash it…” London pushed against me, running his hand down my spine to my ass. “We’re not done until she’s a trembling mess, isn’t that right, kitten? Are you going to quiver for us?”
My pussy clenched, making me push forward and brace myself on my hands.
“Normally your ass is mine.” Carven gripped my waist, driving his cock deep. “But right now, I can’t get enough of this perfect pussy. Fuck, you’re soft.” He closed his eyes. “Soft and full of our babies.”
“Just wait until you’re big and round,” London murmured against my ear. “I’m going to enjoy filling every goddamn hole, pet. Now, lean forward.”
I did as he asked, my ass clenching with the brush of his fingers as he ran them along my slit to that ring of muscle, then pushed them in.
“Christ, I can feel him inside you,” London growled.
He leaned down, spat, then aimed his cock at my entrance. “Breathe, baby. Deep breath.”
I inhaled.
“That’s the way, relax for me.”
My knees trembled and my thighs strained as I lifted my ass, sliding all the way along Carven’s length. The head of London’s cock made me stretch, but he was always so fucking smooth, pushing in with barely a thrust.
“So fucking good,” London praised. “Look how well you take us.”
He moved with me as I sank, pushing against Carven’s balls.
“You’re going to be dripping by the time we’re done, Wildcat,” Carven forced through clenched teeth.
London’s hand settled on my back, bracing as I rocked forward. “That’s the fucking way. Christ, look at how well you ride. Such a good fucking pet, aren’t you? A good pet who needs to be fucked.”
I whimpered and closed my eyes, my core quivering. Need slammed into me. I moaned, panting hard as I rode faster.
“We’ve been neglecting you,” London murmured. “Not anymore. Ride him, pet. Ride him hard.”
Colt unleashed a savage snarl as I cried out and slammed forward, testing the bonds to get to me. I lifted my head and met the wild stare in his eyes.
“Mine,” I moaned, grabbing hold of Carven’s arms as I drove down, buried him deep inside, and climaxed.
My body clamped down, quivering and blooming, making London groan until he pushed in. “Again,” he commanded.
I closed my eyes, shaking my head at the aftershocks, panting. He chuckled, sliding that big hand up my spine as my body broke out in goosebumps.
“You’ve got one more in you, pet.”
“I—I can’t,” I whimpered.
But he was merciless, reaching up to grip my throat and pull me back against him. Only, I stared into the bottomless, demented stare of the beast.
“You can,” London grunted, rising on powerful thighs to drive in deep. “And you will.”
I moaned at the same time as Carven. He raised his upper body, wedging me between both of them. “One more clench, Wildcat,” he forced through gritted teeth. “One more fucking clench and I’m gonna nut inside you.”
My pussy squeezed on reflex alone.
The beast unleashed desperate, savage moans. His hands were almost white from the strain as he tried to reach me. But I was too far gone, even inches away from him. Carven let out a growl as desperation filled me, then floated away as warmth filled my pussy.
Colt’s lips parted and he breathed in the hard rush of my air as I groaned.
“That’s it,” London urged, grabbing hold of my hip with one hand, the other still wrapped around my throat. “You’re going to be so full of us…so fucking full,” he grunted, driving my body down on him.
Impaled by his cock, I whimpered.
And that carnal need to be owned rose once more. “Use me,” I cried out. They were the same words I’d used when we were falling apart, now I used them to bring us back together. “Use me, London. Use…me.”
He grunted, gripping me as he thrust in an unforgiving frenzy.
All I felt was his cock.
All I saw was the beast as he whipped a savage, frantic glare at London. He pulled harder against the bonds, desperation burning in his stare as his arms stretched out behind him. But there was a flicker of sadness there, knowing this was how it had to be. It was all of them or nothing, and now the beast understood. I bowed my spine as I clutched at Carven and climaxed hard.
One low moan and London grunted.
Hard, panting breaths filled the space as I fell forward, caught by Carven alone.
That tormented keening sound came once more.
“I think—” London gasped. “I think he got the point.”
I couldn’t answer. I could hardly breathe. But I forced myself to nod and lift my head. “Undo him.”
“Wait.” Carven shook his head, easing out from underneath me. “We need to think about this.”
But one look into the beast’s eyes and I didn’t need to. The longing in that stare was almost cruel. “Undo the bonds, Carven. Let him come to me.”
The beast opened and closed his mouth, desperate to find mine. Both Carven and London eased backwards, slid from the bed, and reached for Colt’s hands.
“You want me?” I lifted my arms. “Then come.”
They’d barely undone the buckles before he lunged, slamming into me and driving me back against the bed. I hit the pillows hard as he pressed his nose against my neck, his tongue licking the spot where London’s grip had been.
He was all over me, moving down, sniffing my breasts, licking my nipples, before he sank low and nuzzled my legs apart with a shove of his chin. “Oh, God,” I whimpered as his tongue hit my pussy.
Beep.
London’s phone chimed once more, but I barely heard a thing as the beast gripped my ass, tilted my hips, and devoured my pussy. My clit pulsed, making me lift my head to watch the beast move upward, flicking that dark, animalistic stare to me as he drowned out the scent of his brother with his own.
“Looks like he’s settled in,” Carven muttered as the beast nuzzled that sensitive nub, making me whimper. “Christ, he’s going to be there for hours, isn’t he?”
I arched my back, opening my legs wider. “God, I hope so.”
Beep.
London swore under his breath and yanked on his clothes. “Carven, you’re going to need to stay here tonight. I don’t want her left alone.”
Carven yanked on his jeans, but left them unbuttoned, and crossed his arms. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere. I’m quite enjoying the show.”
I fisted the sheets as that drugging charge ripped through me, making my back arch. The beast dipped low to lick my ass with one rough drag of his tongue. He reached up, grabbed my hips, and flipped me over, until I was face-first against the sheets.
“Where,” I managed, still clenching the bedding. “Where are you going?”
London stepped closer. Only this time, the beast never paid him any mind, just yanked my hips upwards until I was on my knees, my ass directly in his line of sight.
“Taking care of business, pet. You just lie there and enjoy yourself.”
I shook my head as the beast speared his tongue inside me and my pussy clenched, milking another climax to the surface. “It’s torture.”
“It looks like it,” London answered. “Now, be a good girl and come all over his face.”
I dropped my head, rocking back and forth as that desperate wave rose once more.
I didn’t feel London leave.
Felt nothing other than that slick warmth pulling out, and the cool air…a second before Colt dipped lower and slid that delicious tongue over my clit once more. Then I was falling apart, being driven backwards, pushing against his mouth, and unleashing a cry of release.
