It comes before I even realize it.
The pleasure spikes, and I clench my teeth around the gag, releasing an uncontrollable scream of bliss. I ride the orgasmic wave. I’ve never come just from breast stimulation. It feels so different. The wave of heat washes over my pussy, spreading through it and up in delicious streams while the most intense rapture resonates in my nipples.
“Oh, fuuuck!” I cry from the power.
And all of them, including Raphael, are smirking. Rory’s and Seth’s heads tilted, enjoying my helpless state.
“Did she just?—”
“Aye, she did,” Rory cuts off Seth, confirming. His fingers tap the controller settings. “Think we can get another one out of her, boys?”
My eyes rocket wide open, and I shake my head wildly, my wet hair flinging all about.
“Add the clit clamp this time.” Seth fishes it out of Jude’s medical bag.
I glare daggers at him. For the first time, I really struggle with the ropes, but there’s no use. By the end of this night, their red imprints will compete with all their teeth marks.
“Hmm…perhaps some orgasm control?” Jude wonders.
Rory grins at him. “Bet you a hundred she’ll come in one minute. Fifty-five seconds max.”
Jude strokes his jaw, and I seethe through the gag at them. Raphael doesn’t move as usual. He lets them have their fun…at my expense.
“I’ll take less than two minutes. But more than one,” Seth claims, raising two fingers.
“Forty-five seconds.” Jude licks his lips. I hate how gorgeous the rain makes him. His white-collared shirt soaked straight to his skin, showing off all his glorious, slabbed muscles.
“So, a hundred?”
Jude shakes his head and deadpans with Rory. “I’ll bet that rare bottle of Scotch you’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
Rory’s jaw drops.
Seth hugs his elbows, flexing his muscles. “Oooh, good one, Jude. I guess I’ll put up my own treasure, too. My old carving knife.”
Rory scans him from the side, lifting a brow, but Seth nods his confirmation.
When my vision starts to blur, I know the adrenaline is wearing off. I need more before the fumes die out.
“Fine,” Rory grunts, then turns to Vincent, who’s been standing in the back, hands shoved in his hoodie pockets, watching the show go down. “How about you, Tats?”
“Mmm…thirty seconds, I’ll wager.”
“Any of us who win get that hoodie,” Rory points out.
Vincent’s muscles bulge from his whole body tensing, his jaw turning to solid rock.
“Don’t worry, Vincent.” Jude crosses the few feet to him, and they get much closer than normal. “I will win and care for it accordingly.”
Vincent drops his shoulders and scrubs a hand down his face, but nods. Ohfuckingholygods! Something happened to them. Something during the few hours I was gone. Just the sight of the chemistry between them is enough to get my blood pumping and my pussy to clench.
“And Jude?”
Bracing himself, his black gaze softening on mine, Jude states, “My Momma’s silver locket.”
Everything in me gushes at the thought that he would give up something like that. Since Jude is finished, I snap my gaze to Raphael. I know he doesn’t gamble, but I huff and mutter something through the gag.
The alpha’s lips tug up. “It seems our little Queen wants in on the bet. He takes a step forward, arms stoic at his side as usual. “But only if she agrees to anything beyond two minutes.”
