Eyes locked with mine, Kyren brough my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply a hungry glint in his eyes before he tucked them into his pocket.
I dragged my teeth over my lower lip, head falling back as Tate switched breasts. Either Tate or a shadow unsnapped my bra, letting it sag in front. Tate growled when it got in the way, his hand grabbing the fabric in a fist.
“Don’t,” I snapped before he could rip it. I shot a look at Kyren. “Let me go, so I can take it off. No more clothing need suffer tonight.”
Tate chuckled against my chest.
When Kyren didn’t release me right away, I pressed. “I promise, I won’t run away, and you can tie me right back up afterward.” I never thought I’d be telling a vampire and werewolf that I’d let them tie me up, completely at their mercy. God, if the hunters could see me now.
Kyren and Tate exchanged a look before the shadows disappeared. Tate wasted no time dragging the straps down my shoulders and off my arms, leaving me completely naked to their gazes.
“Fuck, princess,” Tate breathed out, tracing my body with his eyes. “Now that’s a sight I could get used to.”
Before I could respond, Tate scooped me up into his arms and pulled me into his lap so my core pressed against the bulge in his pants. Hands in my hair, Tate’s mouth covered mine, sucking and licking at my mouth, until all I could think about was him.
Kyren made a sound.
Tate released me with a pop, his head jerking toward the head of the bed. “Kyren. Lay down.”
A moment later, Tate was shifting me up the bed and laying me down between Kyren’s legs, my back up against his front. Kyren’s hands smoothed up my arms, pulling them up to loop around his neck, his shadows binding my wrists in place.
While I had agreed to be bound once more, I couldn’t help but start to get nervous. My sexual experience was limited. Very limited. To one night. And, while Julian and I had gone over quite a few things, I don’t think it was enough to cover being pinned between two men.
Tate backed up, his eyes on us as he tore his shirt over his head. “Spread her legs.”
Kyren’s knees nudged under mine, spreading me wide. My heart rate kicked up another notch. My body shifted against him,feeling how hard he was beneath me. His breath was hot in my ear while I watched Tate remove his shoes and pants.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Kyren’s smooth, low voice crooned in my ear.
I licked my lips. “Yes.”
Tate crawled up between my legs, his boxers still on. I didn’t need him to remove them to remember the monster that laid beneath the fabric. Long, hard, and decorated with six silver barbells. I had no idea how he would even fit, let alone his hardware.
His hand slipped beneath his boxers, stroking himself as he watched us. “Touch her breasts.”
Two calloused hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and massaging them, fingers circling around the tips. I arched into Kyren’s grasp, my brain unable to handle his touch and the visceral sight of Tate as he released his monster cock from his pants.
“I don’t know if…” I gulped, my breath stuttering.
Tate chuckled darkly. “Don’t worry, princess. It’ll fit.”
Even nervous about the size of him, my core throbbed to feel him inside of me. The curiosity about what it would feel like, how he’d stretch me, the way those barbells would rub along the inside of me.
I let out a small, desperate sound.
“Patience, princess.” Tate slid the tip of him up and down my slit, coating himself with my release from earlier. Just the tip pressed inside, making me gasp at the pressure. “Shit, you’re so tight.”
Then Tate froze, his eyes wide, looking over my shoulder.
“I should have asked, I didn’t think about it.” Tate shook his head, breathing heavily. “But you’ve done this before right?”
I let out a breathless laugh, head falling back against Kyren’s chest. “This?” I nodded between the two of them. “No. Sex. Yes. Once.” I said the words quickly, looking anywhere but at him.
Tate cursed as he pulled back. “And I’m guessing that means you’re not on birth control.”
Brow arching, I gave him a sardonic look. “What do you think?”
“Shit.” Tate shifted back and reached for his pants. Grabbing his wallet, he pulled out a condom and slowly put it on covering each barbell carefully. Then he was back between my legs, fingers finding my clit suddenly.
