I schooled my expression. “Sorry, are we ruining this very serious scene?”
Bear cracked a smile and leaned down to press wet, messy kisses all over my face.
“No, stop,” I shrieked between peals of laughter.
He pulled away with a cocky grin and carefully wiped my face before grasping the spreader bar and lifting my legs in the air again. Before I could say anything, Henry was licking the slick off the insides of my thighs. He placed a kiss so gentle and reverent on my clit. My very skin felt like it was on fire and I whined, craving more.
“Listen to our little slut, desperate for more,” he said.
Bear’s brows raised and he glanced at me. Now it was my turn to wink, and he instantly relaxed. “So that’s the game you two play. You like being needy for our beta?” His voice was a low growl.
“Yes,” I gasped as Henry’s mouth finally descended on my clit. He sucked and licked my clit, my slick against his tongue making an obscene noise. Bear played with my nipples, alternating sucking and pinching them. Henry pressed his tongue inside me at the same time Bear blew on my wet nipple. My orgasm crashed over me, surprising me with its intensity. My breath came in short pants as I pulled against my wrist cuffs.
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere,” Henry said as he pressed a finger inside me, curling it until he hit my pleasure spot. “I’m not nearly done with you.”
He was true to his word, moving his mouth back to my sensitized clit. The two of them continued to work me, making me come over and over until I could barely move.
“You’ve killed me,” I said when Henry finally had mercy on me and moved away from my pussy with a satisfied smirk on his lips.
“Don’t tell me you’re throwing in the towel so soon,” Bear said.
I narrowed my eyes at the challenge. “Never.”
He chuckled as he lowered my legs back to the mattress and released the rope holding my wrist cuffs, taking a moment to massage my arms.
“So, you’re up for more?” he asked.
They’d already given me more pleasure than I thought I could handle, but I found myself nodding. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, and I felt like I would die if they stopped.
They flipped me on the bed so I was on my stomach, my legs still spread wide. Bear retied my wrists to the headboard and Henry moved me onto my knees so my ass was up in the air, his hands caressing my backside.
It was hard to balance with how wide my legs were spread, and the position put a strain on my shoulders and neck. Asteady, pulsing pain started to form in my neck and dread filled me. Shit.Not now, not now.I tried to steady my breathing to see if the pain would lessen. My eyes stung as I blinked back tears. I fucking hated these symptoms.
“Westin? Did you hear what I said?” Bear asked, his hand resting on my back.
I pressed my face to the bed, trying to swallow around the lump in my throat before I responded.
“Fuck, baby, you need to answer me.” There was a panicked edge to his tone I’d never heard before.
“Sorry, I’m fine,” I said quickly.
“Take the bar off,” Bear said, his hands already releasing my wrist cuffs.
“No, I’m fine,” I protested.
The spreader bar was off my ankles and Bear rolled me over to my back, his concerned gaze meeting mine as he leaned over me.
Henry moved up my body, his hand caressing my face. “What happened, darling?”
I squirmed under their attention, embarrassment hot on my skin.
“Just take a nice, slow breath,” Henry soothed. “And then tell us.”
I closed my eyes and forced my body to relax. With every breath, I inhaled Bear and Henry’s scents. Their hands were on my body, soft and soothing. The tension in my chest loosened, and I was finally able to speak without crying.
“I think that position strained my neck.”
“Her pain pills are on that nightstand,” Bear said. Henry turned and snagged them, taking two out of the bottle and handing them to me along with a glass of water.
