I spit in Declan’s face. George freezes, a look of horror washing over him, but Declan starts laughing, wipes it off with his hand, and grins. “Oooh, that means game on, motherfucker.”
He shoves me against George and holds me pinned there with a hand firmly planted between my shoulder blades. I start struggling, trying to get away.
“Fuckingholdher, George,” Alpha Declan orders, and I guess something about his tone trips a switch inside George. George’s hands clamp around my upper arms, tight, immobilizing me.
I start thrashing when Declan squirts lube down the crack of my ass. I’m crying, fighting…
And amfinallyable to start rubbing my clit against George’s body from the position I’m in. So I unabashedly take advantage of that.
Only problem is I can tell George is going soft inside me. It’s like there’s two parts of me vying for control of my body. The terrified part who wants to escape, and the darkly dangerous one whowants, for this one night, to let Declan have me.
If he’s strong enough to subdue me long enough to take it.
I slam my head back when Declan releases his grip on my hair. Despite how it hurts me, too, when I connect with his head, I love the grunt of pain he makes.
“Oh, bitch, that was thewrongmove.” Declan grabs my hair again and painfully yanks my head back. “You damn well better hope I don’t get a fucking black eye from that, or Alpha Declan’s going to take it out of your gorgeous asseveryfucking night until it completely heals.”
Oh, shit.
I’mcreamingmyself, I’m so turned on right now.
What thefuckiswrongwith me?
Then I feel the head of his cock lining up and seeking entry. There’s nothing tender or gentle or loving about the way he slams home, either. Thank god he used the big butt plug on me, or this would’ve hurt a hell of a lot more than it does.
Except that jolt of pain washes through me and twists my clit from the inside out, nearly making me come. I’m stuffed full, deliciously stretched, and even though I’m still struggling I howl with pleasure.
“Yeeessssss!” I’m trying to fuck them now, but I can’t rock my hips from how Declan’s pinning me against George.
“See, George?” Declan gasps. “She just needed me to fuckingtakeit from her.” He licks the tracks of my tears up my right cheek. “Didn’tyou,girl?”
George is frozen and near panic, from the look on his face. I almost start laughing.
Declan shakes my head with his grip in my hair. “Fucking answer me, girl. Tell him the fucking truth.”
“Yes!” I gasp, crying even harder,relievedthat this one thing is now…over.
Done.
Conquered.
And one of the two men I love was strong enough to take it from me. Let’s be honest—George never would have. He’s too…nice.
Declan knows I’m not nice, that I’ve been down in the emotional trenches all my life, has seen me play dirty in law and politics, even if he didn’t know all my truths before.
He’s survived me playing with him, and how dark and dirty I can play there, too. And we’ve never played like that in front of George. Not really. Even the weekend George gave himself to me was maybe a three on a scale of one-to-ten.
Immediately, Declan releases my hair and wraps his arms around me, nuzzling my ear. “Good girl,” he whispers. “Sucha good girl—ourgood girl.” He slowly rocks back and forth with me as I sob. “That’s it. Let it all out. Give it tous.Thisis why we’re here. We love you, and you don’t have to be strong all the time when you’re alone with us.”
I guess George realizes this is a good thing because I feel his cock starting to stiffen again. He strokes my hair and kisses me while Declan continues whispering to me.
I’m not even sure what all Declan says. I couldn’t tell you. All I know is I cry, and they hold me, and for the first time in my life I realize there’s someone stronger than me who I can trust to know me better than I ever imagined possible.
Who can trust themselves to do something scaryforme.
I’m reallynotalone anymore.
And they really wantme, despite me being fucked up, and broken, and a little bit…twisted.
