She sobbed with frustration, her body caught in the perfect storm of pain and pleasure, every second dragging her closer to madness. Her cunt spasmed around him, begging for permission he wouldn’t give.
“I can’t, Sir… I have to—”
“You’ll hold,” he snarled, thrusting deeper, harder, forcing her to take it, to wait, toache.
Time dissolved. All that existed was his cock, the burn of the stretch, the grinding weight of him pressing her into the mattress, and her desperate pleas.
Finally, when his breath turned ragged and his thrusts faltered, he growled the word she’d been dying to hear.
“Now.”
Her release slammed into her like a breaking wave, violent spasms tearing through her body, a cry ripped raw from her throat. Boone roared above her, hips jerking as his cock pulsed deep inside, filling her with heat at the exact moment her body convulsed around him.
They came together, Boone still driving into her through the aftershocks, her cunt clenching and fluttering around him like it never wanted to let go.
Finally, he slowed, his thrusts turning to grinding pushes that wrung every last drop of sensation from her. Then he eased her legs down gently, one at a time, and laid her flat against the mattress.
She was wrecked, bruised, used in every hole, and completely at peace.
The shimmer of wolf magic brushed over her skin, and then Boone’s wolf stretched out beside her, and Silas’s above her.
Kenny wet a washcloth, cleaned her up, drew the blanket over her, tucking it around her shoulders, turned the tree off, and then she felt the magic burst even stronger, and Kenny’s wolf leapt onto the bed, sniffed her ear, nudged her with his muzzle, and settled beside her.
Three wolves surrounded her, massive bodies curling against her, their fur soft, their heat wrapping her in safety. Boone pressed into her back, Kenny curved against her belly, Silas above her, his neck folded around the top of her head, his snout beside her face.
She was pinned, surrounded, claimed.
The only other night they’d done this was the night of the blood binding and tears burned her eyes, but she didn’t hide them. She didn’t need to.
They were telling her, without words, that tonight mattered just as much. That her work, her focus, her submission — it meant everything.
Her throat tightened, but she didn’t cry. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into them, fur brushing her skin, three steady heartbeats surrounding hers.
And she knew, down to her soul, she was exactly where she was meant to be.
Chapter 16
Three days later, the day before Christmas Eve, Willow was a bundle of nerves in the passenger seat of her SUV with Kenny driving.
She drank steadily from the thirty-two-ounce water bottle he’d handed her fifteen minutes before they left. She’d sucked down well over half, but it had to be gone before she got out of the SUV.
She kept focusing on one thing while the landscape blurred past. When she’d gone to her knees and asked him to bring her fantasy to reality, she’d snuck in that when someone acquired a new pet, they had to be taught things like orgasm denial. A new pet couldn’t possibly be expected to hold back orgasms.
He’d stared at her a good thirty seconds. They both knew she was breaking his rule about not negotiating, but she didn’t make it a deal-breaker. Didn’t say she’d only agree to it under that condition. Just mentioned it as a statement of fact while she thanked him for finding a creative way of bringing her fantasy to life.
No matter what happened to her over the next twelve hours, she’d be able to orgasm at will. Theoretically, anyway.
Every bump in the road jolted her bladder, the urge to pee barely there, but it would only get worse. Her stomach knotted,not just from the water but from the reality pressing in, because this wasn’t a scene she could safeword out of.
She’d asked to have her voice taken away. Asked to have her ability to telepath cut. In a few minutes, she’d be nothing but silence and obedience. No words, no excuses, no negotiating.
Her chest felt tight, breath shallow. The fantasy had been intoxicating in her head, but living it would be another thing entirely.
What if she failed? What if she completely freaked out and they had to end the whole thing early? The idea gutted her more than the fear of whatever humiliations were waiting.
When Kenny pulled into a high-dollar neighborhood built around a high-dollar golf course, she said, “Seriously, Sir? Vampires play golf?”
“I have no idea, but if you want to play and you’re allergic to the sun, the best way to get time on the greens at night would be to have them in your backyard. I figure they’re hiding in plain sight by living here, but maybe some of them enjoy golf.”
