Harris lay down next to her, leaned over, and gave her a drugging, soul-sucking kiss that left her feeling weak and desperate, while Ethan bent his head to her nipple. He licked her, rolled his tongue over the hard peak before pulling it between his lips and sucking it into his mouth.
Then his teeth closed over it just hard enough to pinch, and she arched into him with a cry.
Harris repeated the action on her neglected nipple.
The pleasure and pain combined until she was flying high and knew just a few seconds more and she’d come. When Harris released her, she swore she heard him mutter something about clamps, but she was too far gone to ask what he was talking about. She wanted to wail.
She’d been so close, and when she met his gaze, she realized he knew it. He’d intentionally held her back. She swallowed hard and tried to relax, knowing the more she strained to reach orgasm on her own, the longer he’d hold back. He gave her his sexy half smile.
“You’re learning, darlin’.”
Damn her heart for stuttering at the approval in his voice. She didn’t dare try to answer him. She had no idea what her voice would reveal. Anger at being under their control? Or eagerness to give in to it? Harris lowered his head to nip her bottom lip. It was such a lupine thing to do, dominant and masculine, she shivered. He caressed her cheek with the back of his knuckles.
“You still haven’t answered Ethan’s question, Gabby,” Harris chided.
She met Ethan’s gaze and felt her eyes change, struggled to keep the wolf’s claws from poking through her fingertips as emotion and indecision raged through her. Did she love him?
She’d always loved him. She’d just never believed she could have him and keep herself at the same time. She still wasn’t convinced that was possible, but she was beginning to hope, and she knew she wanted to give it a shot. She didn’t want to live without either of them.
She couldn’t give him the words he wanted, though, not yet, but she couldn’t hold back the rush of emotion either, the love swelling and breaking free of the constraint she’d always kept it under. She didn’t have to say anything because he felt it through their bond. He threw his head back with a snarl and surged into her. His cock was thick and pulsing, filling her. His thrusts were fast and hard, left her keening as her body strained toward orgasm. She felt someone’s fingers on her clit, opened her eyes to see Harris smiling at her, working her.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Come, darlin’. Come now.” She let go. Ethan froze as her pussy clamped around his cock, his groan barely audible over the roaring in her ears. He didn’t come with her, but she couldn’t wonder why. She was flying apart, sparks exploding behind her eyes and firing every nerve ending in her body. It had never been this good, never this sweet, not even during the heat.
She felt the bonds on her wrists loosen and gentle hands rub the marks of her struggle against them. When Ethan rolled them over, still buried inside her, it took all her effort not to sprawl across his chest, but she didn’t think she had the energy to respond to the roll of his hips, the gentle thrust of his cock still filling her. He chuckled, gripped her nape, and tugged her up to brush a kiss over her lips.
“Did I wear you out, baby?”
“Hmm.” It was impossible not to be amused by the male satisfaction pouring through the bond. “I just need a minute to recover.”
Harris had other ideas, however. He reached across them and picked up the bottle of lube that was on the nightstand. They had used an anal plug over the weekend, and it had been incredible, but not like this. Not both of them at the same time. Fear mingled with excitement, and she trembled. Harris stroked a soothing hand over her back as he worked one lubed finger, then a second into her rear entrance.
“Shh, Gabby, easy. Just relax for me, darlin’,” he crooned.
He worked the fingers back and forth while she forced her muscles to relax. He didn’t give her time to tense up again once she was loose and ready. His fingers disappeared, and the head of his cock pressed against her, eased in just a bit before withdrawing. He took his time, working back and forth slowly, stretching her, until he pushed against the ring of muscle barring his entrance. She cried out at the pain when he pushed past it.
“I’ve got you, darlin’,” he whispered. “Relax. Breathe through it.” He wrapped an arm around her torso, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. At the same time, Ethan uncovered her clit with a firm brush of his thumb that made her keen. The pain in her rear, the pain from being filled by two big cocks diminished to nothing and grew into pleasure. When they started to move, one withdrawing as the other thrust deeply, it became something more than pleasure, something she couldn’t begin to name, much less describe.
She felt them
Treasured.
And they knew. They felt it. They fucked her harder. Ethan strummed her clit faster while Harris plumped and squeezed her nipples. It was too much, more than she could fight, and when Ethan growled at her to come, she did with an explosion so fierce her entire body locked up. She felt Ethan come next, his hot sperm spurting into her pussy, and Harris seconds later filling her ass. She sprawled across Ethan’s chest and swore.
“I am never moving again. Y’all have killed me.”
Chuckling, Harris withdrew, and she felt every inch of him, still half-hard, pulling out. He collapsed at her side, and she turned her head, blowing her hair out of her face to meet his smiling gaze.
“You loved every minute of it, darlin’.”
“Did I say I didn’t? I’m just not moving anytime in the next week or so.” Ethan’s hand moved up and down her back in long, lazy strokes. She loved when he did that. “No more running, baby?”
She thought it over before she answered. She really wasn’t fighting it anymore. A part of her had begun to accept, had begun to embrace these bonds.
“No.”
Even if she could free herself now, she didn’t want to. She sensed he wanted to talk more about that, but she
