Rutger lowered himself to the bed. Reclining, he cupped the back of his head and his horns bumped the headboard. “I’m going to be polite and wait to be invited.” His words were aimed at her, not Vargr. As if she owed him. Such a deep,threateningvoice. Threat added spice. He cheated by seducing her with that alone.
He expected an invite.Hmmm.
“You’re invited. Isn’t he?” Vargr patted her thigh. “I never thought this was right. Not at first. Two bondmates? But I’ve been watching you making eyes at him all bloody night, and on the trip to get to this quarter. The idea’s grown on me. Watching Rutger ream you with that big thorny cock of his will be something else.”
Thethornyword checked her, made her heart skip, but it was surely an exaggeration. Vargr had bumps on his cock, and it did nothing extra once inside.
“Maybe I eyed him, but it’s definitely a no,” she drawled, settling her gaze on Rutger. “You don’t get to have me unless you can make me.” Naked and here she was challenging them. With her tongue tip, she licked slowly around the seam of her lips.Imagine them fucking her mouth.They were big, impressive men, but she wanted proof they deserved her. “Either of you.”
Vargr chuckled. “Try again.” He thrust aside her left leg, slapped it, shifted his hand inward.
From her throat, a hoarse gasp erupted. She stared at where he toyed with her slit and sank two fingers into her. It fascinated her to see their slow disappearance inside, to feel them in there, slipping in hard against her softness.
“Fuck,” she breathed, and let her head flop back against the wall.
That feltsooogood. Her pussy squeezed down. Then she drew up her knees, and she kicked Vargr in the stomach with both feet. He staggered backward. Not too hard for she didn’t plan to injure him, though a bruise would remind him of her moves, like a bad-ass love bite.
Blowing a raspberry, Cyn shoved her naked butt off the shelf he’d sat her on. Warily she sidestepped.Catch me if you can.
With a giant leap that thudded on the floor, Vargr lunged and snagged her wrist. She yanked it loose, and he grabbed the other. Kicking again would’ve helped, but she hesitated. Whatever rules there were she was making them up on?—
He dragged her close, turning her half-upside down and under his arm, and tossed her to the bed in an untidy heap. “Get her.”
With a whoop, Rutger pounced and held her face-down on the quilt, but she’d grabbed a handful of his crotch and pantswith her fist. Hissing, he peeled away her fingers and pinned her arms and wrists above her head. She glared up at him and had wormed her knees onto the bed and under her belly when Vargr arrived behind her. He dragged her legs out straight with one forceful pull. Dangling ass-up past the bottom of the bed, she felt her feet land on the carpeted floor.
She toed the carpet. A donkey-kick would be cruel.
His knee pressed to her tailbone. His hand seized her hip. She heard him splutter a laugh. “That didn’t last long, girl.”
A smack to one butt cheek stung. It echoed inside her, subdued some of the fire. She tried to figure out why that’d also turned her on but gave up.
The echoes silenced her for a few long seconds.
She rummaged deep and found a reply, her mouth moving against the bed covering. “I wasn’t trying hard. Next time I’ll just shoot you?”
From the shadows on the walls and the noise, his wings had risen and flared.
“Oh man, you found a wild one, Vargr.”
“Keep her there.” A harsher tone. Scarier. Eyes wide, she listened as he stalked into the bathroom.
Swapping her wrists to one hand, Rutger held them to the bed, crossed over beneath one fist. With the other, he scrunched up her hair and pinned her head, immovably. Like he’d fucking glued it to the bed. She wasn’t getting out of that, but she squirmed her ass anyway, because it was more fun not to seem a pushover; plus it let her rub her clit on the quilt.
If they didn’t fuck her soon, should she protest again?
Internally she smiled. Maybe not.
“Give in,” he murmured, having lowered his face to hers. “You’re in enough trouble as it is. Though I’m going to like this so feel free to do more of that wriggling.”
“Pffft. Not if you like it.” She stopped.
“You’ll wriggle for me soon enough. Here he is.”
The sound of a Vargr returning clued her in that something was happening. His belt buckle clinked as it hit something, so she figured he’d undressed. Good.
Let the fucking commence. The ache between her legs strengthened to the point where she had to bite her lip or moan out loud. Wetness trickled down her pussy.
“Spread.” Vargr hit her ass and she squeaked then decided to shift her legs apart as he demanded.
