He waited, but Rutger decided to merely shrug.
“Fuck no. You’re right. We have to catch her first.”
Before they opened that door, Rutger hissed softly then held up a finger and pointed to either side. Just a hunch, but he knew her pretty well and could imagine Cyn pretending to leave and hiding. And sneering at them. The shelves to left and right werehigh and angled so that the space behind them was concealed. Which to try? If he was wrong, they’d could still go outside.
Some said bondmates were detectable by their pheromones.
Testing, testing…
He drew in a long breath and thought, andsomethinghinted he should go left. Beckoning to Vargr, he pointed out where he was going before circling further to the left around that shelf, while Vargr approached the shelf end nearest the door. Impossible to be utterly silent when you were as heavy as he was, and he was hyper-aware of the grating sounds as his boots pressed onto dust.
One step, another. Don’t brush against anything.
If Cyn hid there, they had her cornered.
The shelf rocked, creaked, and he looked up to see her scrambling over the shelf above. Her leap took her to the floor in a sprawl, and he could see her recovering even as he spun. He took a stride, dived, and slid.
He caught her ankle in one hand just as she made to run. Cyn landed belly-down, full-length with anoomphas the air burst from her lungs, her hands bracing her inches off the floor. She turned to squint at him, lips pressed together.
Already she scrambled to rise. “Damn yo?—”
He yanked her flat again and leaped forward on hands and knees to climb up her and pin her under his body and hold her down. Legs to either side of her, with her arms pulled to the middle of her back, he sat on her. No amount of her kicking, throwing herself about, or cursing helped her to push him off.
“Be good.” He leaned over. “We’re going to fuck you three ways until the end of time or as close to that as schedules allow.” He sniggered. “Why do I feel superior to our little bondmate? Thought you’d fuck off with us prowling around outside like idiots?” He ran his fingers down her backbone to the corset’sedge. Her butt was lower down, and Vargr had arrived to plant his boot on her there.
“Course.” She twisted to look back at him and sent him a sexy if defiant smile. “It was a fun idea.”
“Mm-hmm.” The black collar Vargr had never removed made a great place to fix his hand. “You think. Are you going to play nice while we strip you? I’d hate to cut these new clothes.”
“Donotcut them!” Her forehead wrinkled for a second. “Will I play nice? How about you see what happens?”
He tsked at her.
“Are you mad, Rutger? She won’t. I’ll get some rope. Tons of good shibari rope in here.”
Yeah, hehad threatened to hogtie her. He sank his hand into the back of her hair and made her look at him for a while. Her sly smile waned until she only blinked up at him. “Sure. You do that, man. I’ll get started.”
While Vargr rummaged among the displays at the front of the store he stayed on top of her and wandered his hands over her, teasing and grasping. He used her hair to hold up her head while he reached under to caress her breasts, to squeeze her nipples, or to shift and hold her neck at the front, so he could whisper his evil, dirty threats.
He felt her come alive under him, striving to squirm and wriggle, maybe even grind herself on the floor.
“You turned on? Do you like me just fucking around with you, doing what I want? We both know you do. The more you deny it, the hotter it gets in your head?” He bit her ear as he talked, bit her nape, reached back with one hand to probe between her legs while he wrapped his other hand over her mouth and nose. She had her thighs crammed close together, but she gasped and gave in and opened herself to him when he persisted down there. Already her wetness had leaked through the tights at the crotch.
He rubbed up and down her slit, pressing, sliding the cloth, almost working it into her cunt.
Vargr wasn’t back yet, but he had his pants belt and he unbuckled it and pulled it from the loops, unzipped his fly while he was at it to let loose his own private monster. His cock had been ready to fuck her since the chase began.
“We’re going to have a whole lot fun with you. I might not stick all of my cock in your ass yet, but I have that knobbly dildo to get you used to something close.”
“Fuck you,” she whispered, but he could see the dare in her eyes.
“Absolutely, only the fucking will be of you. In every single hole.”
He smiled a wide, cruel smile. Then he wormed her hands out from under him and wrapped them in his belt, knotting it until the leather warped and twisted, molding firmly around her wrists.
Vargr arrived with enough coils of red rope to bind a rhinoceros or similar, dumped it on the floor, then he helped Rutger turn her over and sit on her legs while she swore at them.
After he popped all those tempting bows and slipped off the corset, she was still cursing him, so he dragged over some rope and tied it across her mouth and around her head at the back, three times, while she stared defiantly at him. He did the same to her eyes, around and around, only softly.
