I shove the thought out of my head as I go into our room and hunt through the closet for Bastian’s belts. Then I go into the kitchen and stand behind Haven until she notices I’m there.
Fuck, her cheeks go so red when she spots the belts dangling from my hand.
I say nothing as I slide a belt over her throat and buckle it. Her neck is so slim that there are no holes to push the tongue through, effectively turning the belt into a choke collar. I insert two fingers between the leather and her skin to make sure it’s not too tight—just like Rooke showed me.
When I click my tongue, she slowly drops to all fours, her eyes never leaving mine.
Rooke is sitting in the middle of the sofa when we come out of the kitchen, knees spread, arms stretched along the headrest. A tremor goes through me as I lead Haven up to him, our girlfriend shuffling obediently along behind me.
“Kai wants me to hurt you,” Rooke says. “Would you like that, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” Haven whispers. “Yes, please.”
He pats his thigh. “Come.”
Chapter 58
Bastian
Haven crawls up on the couch and lies across my lap like the obedient little slut she is. She parts her legs just enough to expose the slick folds already glistening between them. Her breath comes in shallow bursts against my thigh, and I watch with utter satisfaction as her nipples harden to stiff peaks against the fabric of my shirt.
I trace the curve of her spine with latex-clad fingertips, noting the gooseflesh rising in precise trails along her skin as her desperate body betrays her.
Good Wolf is quiet. Now that I’ve been feeding him so much, he’s fat and happy.
But Bad Wolf isravenous.
My whole life, I thought Bad Wolf could only be sated through violence and death and misery. But these past few weeks, I had an epiphany of the highest order.
Bad Wolf isalwayshungry. I can feed him anything I want, that won’t change.
So I feed him Haven, and I feed him Kai, and he licks his teeth and just wants more.
“Count for us, slut,” I instruct, my voice measured and low. “I want our boy to hear how much you need this.”
The first smack connects with a crispsnap. A perfect bloom of color rises on her ass from the pressure.
Haven gasps despite knowing it was coming, her hips jerking forward from the impact.
“One,” she breathes out, the huskiness in her voice already making my cock throb.
Kai circles closer from the side, his gaze locked on the mark forming across her flesh with predatory focus. His fists clench at his sides, jealousy laced with arousal as he fights the urge to shove me aside and take over.
Not yet, boy.
“Harder,” he demands, his erection straining obscenely against the thin fabric of his boxers. “I want to hear her yelp.”
My second strike is harder, falling on the opposite cheek for symmetry. Her flesh jiggles and Haven’s back arches, a whimper escaping her before she remembers to count.
“Two—oh god.”
“Open up, girl,” I tell her. “Let Kai see how wet this is making you.”
She shamelessly spreads her thighs apart, and Kai groans.
Her cunt parts, allowing both of us to see the arousal beading at her entrance. Her scent fills the space between us, making my mouth water.
She squirms across my lap, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. Kai doesn’t wait for permission—he steps in close, fisting her hair to yank her head up.
