Theo covered Galen with his body and took his mouth again, but it was slower now, a searching kiss that madeherwhimper just from watching. He propped himself up on one elbow and reached between them. They lay perpendicular to Meg, and Galen’s leg blocked the sight of Theo’s cock sliding into him. She rattled the chains again in frustration. “Theo…” Meg hesitated too long and he started moving, fucking into Galen in slow, steady thrusts. “Theo, let me see.”
He clasped the back of Galen’s neck and reached between them to fist Galen’s cock, pumping him in time with his thrusts. Galen gripped Theo’s hips, moving in perfect rhythm even as he arched up to kiss Theo again.
She might as well have not been in the room.
And hell if that didn’t make the whole thing hotter.
She arched forward, but they’d cuffed her too far from the mattress to be able to rub herself against it. Meg writhed, a wild thing in a trap, so close to paradise and yet the gates were closed to her. She was so busy fighting the restraints, sure that if she could just reach them, it would all be okay, that she almost missed Theo’s tempo picking up. He thrust harder, drawing growling curses from Galen’s lips as he fucked him with both hand and cock, taking and giving in equal measure. Galen’s heels dug into the mattress, every muscle in his body standing out in stark relief, and then he came in great jetting ribbons across his stomach. Theo gave him one more pump and then leveraged himself back, gripping Galen’s hips as he started driving into him in earnest.
She held her breath, watching his strokes become less even, watching his blue eyes slide shut as he swore long and hard,watching for the exact moment where he lost control and came deep inside Galen.
Time stood still.
Meg couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but watch as Theo pulled out of Galen and slumped next to him, pausing to drop a quick kiss on his mouth before he rolled onto his back.
This…
She wanted this. All of it. The reservations that clung to her like cobwebs from the moment she decided on this path went up in flames. Who the fuck cared what the future brought? They had right now, and right now Meg needed these two men. She needed to be with them together and separate and to be able to watch at her leisure just like she was now.
Except the feeling pounding through her blood wasn’tleisure.
It was desperation.
“Theo.” Her voice came out hoarse and broke in the middle of his name so she swallowed and tried again. “Theo, please.”
He rolled onto his side and ran a hand down Galen’s chest. Galen arched into the touch, a giant wolf of a man. “She said please.”
“It was such a nice please, too.” Theo grinned, his blue eyes hot on her. “Apparently she liked the show.”
“Apparently.”
Theo gave a stretch of his own and rolled off the bed. He offered Galen a hand and hauled him to his feet. “You’ve held on this long, princess. Hold on a bit longer.” And then the bastard walked into the bathroom. Seconds later, the shower turned on.
Galen stared after him and then spun on his heel and stalked toward her. She lost sight of him as he moved behind her, and Meg forced herself not to try to twist to follow his movement. Itwouldn’t work and she’d look like an idiot. She couldn’t stop the shivers of need racking her body, though.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” And then his voice was in her ear, its vibrations drawing her nipples to hard peaks. He ducked under her arm and sat on the edge of the bed. “Spread.”
Meg nearly sagged in relief and then scrambled to obey. She spread her legs wide, fighting to keep from cursing him for taking so long to touch her.
He saw it, though. Of course he did. He reached down and pushed his middle finger into her, cupping her pussy with his big hand. “Do. Not. Move.”
She bit her bottom lip, half sure she’d taste blood. Her need pulsed through her like a live thing, demanding she take this pleasure and grind against his palm until she orgasmed. She was so turned on, it would take a grand total of five seconds and it would all be over.
Galen’s lips twitched. “Good girl.” He withdrew slowly and pumped his finger back into her. “You like this.”
“Yes.” She vibrated with the need to move, pleasure dancing closer with each drag of the pad of his finger over the spot deep inside her. “Galen, I’m?—”
“Don’t you dare come,” his voice lashed her, sharp enough to fight back the budding orgasm. “You take what we give you. And I didn’t give you permission to come.”
It took her three tries to find her words. “I don’t think I’m into BDSM.”
“BDSM?” He smirked. “Baby, this isn’t even close. You broke the rules, and that deserves a punishment.” He kept fucking her slowly with his finger, his forbidding gaze daring her to break his command. “Do you feel contrite?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Galen, please, I’m so close,please.”
His expression softened and, for one eternal heartbeat, she thought he would be merciful. “No.” He gave her one last pumpand withdrew. Holding her gaze, he lifted his hand and sucked his middle finger into his mouth, tasting her. She moaned, a desperate animal sound that Meg couldn’t have controlled if she’d tried… and she didn’t even think to try.
“Mmmm.” He looked down his body, and she followed his gaze to where his cock was hard once more. “How close are you to coming?”
