“Sorry,” Kyle answered. “You said no sex.”
“I was wrong. I need you, please?” she begged beautifully, the plea falling from her lips over and over again.
Kyle pressed a kiss to her thigh, then another, working his way up before repeating it on the other. His shoulder shifted, telling Daniel he still was jacking off. “That isn’t how this works. You set a line before we start, that’s the line. Once you’re more yourself, you can ask again.” He nipped the soft flesh there, near the top of her inner thigh.
She yanked at her cuffs and twisted on the seat. If she had her hands free, no doubt she’d be leaving gouges in Kyle’s shoulders as she dragged him closer. The girl might be submissive, but she was also an omega, and they weren’t ever all that shy when they reallyneeded.
A delicious tightness in Daniel’s balls said he was close. Each time his cock stroked along her wet slit, when he felt the softness of her cunt, he groaned as he neared the edge.
Kyle stood and leaned close to her, so his voice came out a whisper. “Ask to suck my cock, sugar. You can wrap your hot mouth around me, then. We both know you want it.”
She shuddered, and Kyle took her breasts in his palms. He tightened his fingers on her hard nipples—not as rough as Daniel would have been, but enough for her to gasp.
She came again, but neither alpha slowed at all this time. They didn’t give her a moment to come down from her high.
Instead, they drove her harder. Daniel started to thrust along with pushing and pulling her to get the friction he craved.
Kyle pinched her nipples, then released them to brush against them, then repeated the process. He tugged at her, ignoring her struggles, her breathless gasping, the way she seemed beyond caring about anything except the sensations they forced on her.
“Beg,” he demanded.
“Let me suck your cock, sir, please.”
Sir.
That was all it took for Daniel. If they’d demanded she call any of them that, it wouldn’t have hit him so hard. Instead, it was like the title had bubbled up from some deep part of her she hadn’t even known was there.
He came hard—fuck, harder than he ever had. Even though he hadn’t been inside her, it felt like he had just crossed some threshold, like he’d had the best sex he’d ever experienced.
He panted, then reached up and released one wrist. It let him pull both arms down, though he captured them behind her back as he leaned her forward.
Kyle took her hair in his fist again and even though she was still coming, even though she was still gasping and tightening, he plunged his cock into her mouth.
He had to have been close, because less than a minute later, he closed his eyes, head back, and shuddered.
“Swallow it all, pretty girl,” he growled out.
Alison gulped, loudly, and she came once. Her tight cunt fluttered weakly against Daniel’s cock, which was still nestled against the length of her slit.
Kyle pulled back, then all but collapsed on the swing beside Daniel. They each undid one of the ankle cuffs to finish freeing Alison.
He expected her to pull away. They must have really pushed her limits because instead, once no longer bound, she twisted and rested against the two.
She sat in Daniel’s lap, his cum painting her cunt, the underwear keeping it from dripping, as she leaned over so her head was on Kyle’s shoulder.
Daniel kissed her temple as she snuggled, that possessive feeling growing even more now that he knew he’d claimed her with his scent.
He was starting to question if he could let her go when it was all over.
Chapter Eleven
Trent dropped the weight with an odd sense of familiarity when it struck the padded ground. He’d been adrift all day, unable to settle. Keeping his distance from Alison hadn’t helped at all. He’d thought if he could just stay away from her for a little while, he’d figure shit out. Except the longer he avoided her, the more uneasy he grew.
Is it the bite?Had he somehow created a bond without meaning to? Had he connected them together?
No, a claiming bite didn’t work like that. It was a physical sign, nothing else. Nothing mystical. He was just an idiot who wanted a woman he couldn’t have.
So, instead of focusing on that, instead of dwelling on it—or at least pretending not to dwell on it—he’d thrown himself into every other task he could think of.
