I wanted more.
“I don’t think you’re spanking her nearly hard enough. She was very naughty,” Griff commented.
“Is that right?” Elias asked, his tone dangerously playful.
He spanked me again and again, in quick succession, building a stinging heat that had me biting my lip to keep from crying out. The pain was exquisite, an agonizingly delicious prelude to the pleasure I hoped would follow.
Then his fingers were back between my legs, tracing my slick entrance, teasing me with the promise of penetration.
“Elias…” I breathed, my hips bucking against his hand.
“Tell me what you want, little mate,” he commanded, his fingers stilling their torturous movements.
“You,” I gasped out. “I want you.”
“How?” he pressed, his fingers hovering just above my clit.
“Anything,” I begged. “Everything.”
“Such a greedy girl. But you don’t get to decide. I do.”
With that, he delivered three more quick, stinging slaps to my pussy and I keened in surprise.
“Is she a good shade of red now?” Elias asked Griff.
“Getting there,” Griff drawled, his eyes locked on my backside. “But I think you missed a spot. Right here.” He pointed to a patch of skin on my lower swell, right where my ass cheeks met my thighs.
“Is that so?” Elias mused, and then he slapped me directly in the spot Griff had indicated.
Then his hand gripped my hips a bit more tightly, holding me against his waist close enough so that I could feel his erection against my belly, and then he started spanking melike I was a bad,badgirl and I lost myself to it, to the pain, to the pleasure, to the sensation of being completely dominated by one of my mates.
My mind went quiet and my world narrowed to the sting of Elias’s palm, to the heat building in my bottom, to the throbbing ache between my legs, and to the sound of Griff’s appreciative murmurs.
I felt like I was flying.
The pain was exquisite. Each slap sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, making it pulse with a desperate, needy ache. I could feel the damning evidence of my arousal already slick between my thighs, and I knew that he was bound to find that very soon.
I was so lost in the haze of pain and pleasure, I barely registered it when the spanking stopped. I just lay there, panting, across his lap, my bottom hot and throbbing, my body humming with a desperate need for release.
Then I felt the rough denim of his jeans brush against me as he shifted, and a thrill shot through me. He was going to take me. Right here. Right now. With Griff watching.
Elias’s hands, strong and sure, gripped my waist, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. He settled me on my feet, my legs trembling slightly, my balance off from the onslaught of sensation. His gaze roamed over my body, and then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my jeans, which were still tangled around my knees, and peeled them and my panties the rest of the way off. The rough fabric scraped against my heated skin as he pulled them down, and I gasped at the sensation.
Now I was completely bare from the waist down and exposed to the hot gazes of the two alphas in front of me.
“Much better,” Elias murmured, his eyes dark with hunger as he freed his cock.
He lifted me again, and this time, there was no mistaking his intention. He guided me over his straining erection, the broad head nudging against my slick, swollen folds.
I reached out, bracing my hands on his shoulders for balance, my gaze locked with his.
“Look at you,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips, holding me poised above him. “So eager. So ready.”
Then he lowered me onto him.
I cried out as he entered me, the sudden stretch a heady mix of pleasure and pain. He was thick and hard, and the feeling of him filling me so completely, so deeply, was delicious. My inner walls clenched around him, and he groaned with enjoyment.
When I was fully seated, my hips flush with his, I took a shaky breath, adjusting to the sheer size of him, and bit my lip.
