Page 110 of Anything That Binds


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She grins, knowing she found a way through the wall he puts up to keep her out. It isn’t permanent, but any give is better than the cold shoulder.

“Whose cock do you want, Princess?” Malice asks her.

Theo has already closed the space between them. His hand reaches out to stroke Aerin’s cheek before smearing his precumover her lips. Aerin rubs her clit faster, moaning as she flicks the salty taste away.

She can barely think beyond the ache in her core.

“I want whatever you want Mal,” she finally gets out. Emrys is undressing rapidly, his cock hard and angry as it bobs against his abdomen.

“Put her over the arm of the couch,” Malice orders.

Theo helps her to her feet gently, but once she is positioned, he pushes her down roughly. Her hips land over the rounded edge, her arms on the cushions, legs hardly able to gain purchase on the floor in her heels.

“Emrys, sit at her head,” Emrys does as he is told, sitting on the couch beneath her. Aerin strokes his cock and Emrys drops his head back, cursing under his breath. He looks back up at Malice, torture in his eyes. Malice smiles a smile that makes Aerin’s heartbeat increase.

“Princess, you’re going to take our Wolf’s cock in your throat. Every time you take a break, every time you gag, Theo is going to spank you until you get that cock back where it belongs. Do you understand?” Aerin’s core clenches. She doesn’t think she’s ever been this turned on in her life.

“Sadistic,” Theo comments, already kneading Aerin’s ass under his large palms.

“Do you have a problem, Mer?” Malice asks darkly.

“Absolutely not.” Aerin hears the excitement in Theo’s voice. “I just didn’t think you had it in you,” he teases, rubbing his fingers roughly over Aerin’s dripping core. The feeling is exquisite but nothing near enough. Aerin chases his hand when it leaves her; Theo only chuckles.

“She’s fucking drenched,” Theo informs them.

Malice sits in one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table, lounging back like a king.

“Well? Get to it,” Malice orders.

The order is followed by the resounding sound of Theo’s hand coming down hard on Aerin’s ass. Aerin yelps in surprise. The pain is intense, spreading through her veins like lava. She grins and her core throbs with need in response.

“Is that all you got?” Aerin brats, looking over her shoulder at the Mer. Theo looks like a God in the moonlight. Grinning down at her, he opens his mouth to snark back when Malice interrupts.

“Don’t you worry, Princess; he’s just getting warmed up. Emrys, use her throat. Now,” Malice commands.

Aerin barely gets a breath in before Emrys is grabbing her hair and burying his cock in her mouth. Aerin, needing a bit of warming up, immediately gags and pulls away. Theo spanks her again.

They are not gentle with her, and Aerin absolutely loves it. She trusts Theo with everything, knowing he is aware of her limits. She trusts Malice and Emrys, knowing if she so much as uttered the wordred, everything would stop. Her mind switches off, all the thoughts that normally eddy fading into nothing but sensation. The feeling of Emrys, filling her mouth then forcing his cock back further, past the tight entrance of her throat. Holding her down until Aerin is jerking from her need to gag or breathe. Theo’s hand landing across her ass again and again. Her whole backside warm and raw. Each spank adds to the sting from the ones before it, sending a shooting sensation to Aerin’s drenched pussy. She’s so turned on, she likely could come from one single touch, her own arousal forming a pool that shortly starts overflowing onto her thighs. The ache inside her occasionally comes into sharp focus, stealing all her thoughts beyondmoreandplease, until Theo’s hand lands again, or Emrys guides her head back down.

“That’s it, Princess, taking it so well. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Malice asks. Aerin nods on Emrys’s cock. He keeps it deep in her throat, a few shallow thrusts later and Aerin can’t stop herbody’s reflex, pulling off. Tears pour from her eyes as she harshly inhales.

Aerin’s eyes find Malice. His fist is wrapped around his cock. He looks at her in a way that reminds her of the cabin, pride, awe, and lust all melting together. It’s enough for Aerin to take Emrys in her mouth again. Emrys pushes her down until her nose is flush against his hipbone. Theo kneads her cherry red ass. They both coo “good girl” and “feels so fucking good” at her, but Aerin’s ears strain to hear from Malice.

After what feels like an eternity, after her ass and throat feel raw, finally, Malice’s voice sounds out again.

“Theo, fuck her. Emrys, you’ve done so well. It’s time to cum.”

Aerin nods eagerly just as Theo slams into her. Her body rocks forward, forcing her deeper down onto Emrys. Her mind short circuits as he stuffs her full.

“Fuck you feel so perfect Pretty Girl, so fucking tight and wet. Going to have my handprints bruised on your ass and your pussy full of my cum,” Theo says, pistoning in and out of her. Aerin moans around Emrys, and the Wolf loses it. His hand braces on the back of her head as his whole-body rocks, cumming down her throat. Aerin does her best to swallow it all before pulling off and collapsing down. Her forehead presses into Emrys’s thigh, muffling her cries as Theo continues to use her. Emrys strokes her hair, breathing hard.

Pleasure spreads through her, washing over her from head to toe.

She is nothing. She is no one. She is only this. For them. And it is glorious.

“Make her cum,” Malice orders. Aerin can barely turn her head to look at him. Theo’s fingers on her clit make her whimper. She is beyond overstimulated, a heady combination of pleasure and pain. Her head spins. The wave crests. Aerin thinksshe’s screaming as it rolls over her again and again and again. It could have been twenty minutes before it stops; it feels like her orgasm takes over her, going on forever.

Aerin vaguely hears Theo curse and feels him emptying into her. Emrys breathes heavily beneath her. When Aerin’s brain comes back online, she turns her head to see Malice coming closer with a damp towel. His pants are up but not zipped. Aerin isn’t sure if he came, but she hopes he did.