She shuddered at another bite and decided she was okay with whatever he planned.
“Fuck.” Vargr rubbed at his chin. “The both of you…” He groaned and his wings shuffled open, feathers brushing against the metal before he lowered them again. Not enough space, of course, dickhead.
She smiled with her eyes only, a subtle taunting.
“Want in after all, boy? Got a hard dick? Tsk.” Without rising, Rutger dragged her shirt and the remains of her bra from her.
“Call me boy again, and I’ll kick your ass, you suped-up Pan.”
With his mouth on her belly, Rutger kissed her there even as he laughed, struggling with his amusement.
That they talked over her, she didn’t care anymore. She was lost to the sensations and wound her hands onto Rutger’s blue-blue horns, strangling them, breathing in staccato as he bit, kissed, licked his way over her mons.
“Fuck.” Her breath hitched for he’d reached her clit and sucked.
Her jeans were at her ankles by then, and he ran his hands from her ass to her thighs to her knees, then down her lower legs, making goosebumps rise. She shivered as her jeans were removed along with the boots. But his mouth had stopped its work.
She wriggled. “Keep going. Please.”
“You need me? After all? No more arguing?”
The beaster’s assured smile vied with her natural inclination to taunt him.
“I need you. Keep going. Or else.” She pulled at his horns, attempting to bring his mouth to her.
“Uh-uh. You two are going to be nice to each other. If you’re staying, Vargr?” He eyed the other male. “You have to join in.”
“Oh hell. Hard bargain, asshole.” He pushed off the wall with his shoulder. “I’ll hold her down. You fuck her, and I’ll do anything else that strikes me as worthwhile in the moment.”
“Deal. Just know that when I find a giant dildo, I’m training her for ass fucking with my cock, not yours. Unless that tempts you?”
“Hey. What? Offering me to him like that isnotokay.” She’d barely decided this was okay—him being here at all.
Vargr had stepped in closer, and now he trapped her wrists and began to haul them upward, until they were going above her head. As he did so, she thought about yelling at him or spitting, but her one excruciating problem was that this, him holding her while Rutger played, it had melted her, had reduced her to so much willing flesh.
Fuck.
Close-up, he eyed her, eyebrow cocking upward and his dark smile radiating an attitude that both riled her and somehow did the opposite.
“Damn you,” she whispered.
“My pleasure.”
The fucker.
“Shhh.” Rutger’s thumbs were prying apart her flesh, her pussy, fingers slip-sliding in her wetness. “Be good for us. You know you like being held down, fucked while you protest, while we do bad fucking things to you.”
Stunned, she looked down, and the devil in Rutger’s eyes made her heart falter. He’d nailed it in one.
Just, hell and damnation, she hadn’t thought she’d let Vargr watch, or put his hands on her. Not yet. The bastard had deserted her.
Fingers plunged into her pussy.
“Oh. Fuck.” She’d whispered that in a lame attempt to not be too obvious, but had also arched, and her hands were openingand closing as she tried to yank them from Vargr’s grasp. She couldn’t, which was absolutely perfect.
Denying them was imperative, but Rutger was making busy, turning her on, finger-fucking her. She opened her legs some more, clenched her toes, and rocked onto the balls of her feet, unsure if this was better than pretending to Vargr she wasn’t actually fucking aroused.
Ugh. No.Couldn’t.
