Yet they weren’t enough to grant me a break.
Manipulating me like sand, he swiveled me around and sat me onto the table, settling himself between my legs. “Lay down.” Zion tweaked my nipple.
I did as I was told, still too dazed to question his intentions despite the sting. My back crashed onto the hard surface, but I didn’t manage to gather my wits back together before he jerked me to the edge.
“I want to shred your wings.” He fumbled with his jeans, tugging on the zipper, pulling his underwear down enough for his cock to spring free. The head gleamed in the dimness as he gave himself a few pumps, his expression one of a madman set on ravaging his prey. “So no matter how hard you beat them, you can’t fly away.”
Why the hell had his words furled around my wrists like shackles? Phantom restraints forged out of unattainable dreams and dissipating hopes.
I swiped a few strands away from my forehead. “I don’t think I could do it.” Or if I even wanted to.
He seized my thighs. “If you try, I will tether you.” His nails prodded my flesh, undoubtedly creating crescent moon marks. “I will put your collar back on and secure your leash to my wrist so you can’t escape.”
I’d worn the leather collar they’d gifted me only once—during my tattoo celebration—but the way Zion had wielded it while Gedeon had ruined me…
I’d had bruises in the morning. Ones I’d kind of wanted to show off.
Grabbing the jar, Zion scooped up the coconut oil and hastily, messily, spread it up his length. “Spread yourself for me.”
Placing my heels on the table, I grasped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, baring myself to him. A flush crept up my neck at the view I presented him with, but his responding groan caused a fresh wave of arousal to leak out of my pussy and trickle down to my pleated hole.
“Don’t let go.” He gripped my left ankle, hoisting my leg over his shoulder, and then repeated the action with the other. I dug my fingers into my backside to secure my hold.
Positioning himself at my opening, nudging the tightening muscles, he wrapped an arm around my legs. “I want you to scream.”
I swallowed the dryness in my mouth. But not from fear, no. From the implication of his wish. Any time he mentioned such a goal, I would struggle to walk the following day. “Why?”
“To call Gedeon to us,” he said right as hepushedin.
I squeezed my eyes shut, gasping through the burn as he filled me, bit by bit. His hips fused with the back of my hands, and I let go of my ass, instead seizing the edge of the table.
“To drive him crazy while he talks to Jayla.” Buried inside me to the hilt, Zion paused. “Now scream, pretty birdie, or I will pluck your feathers one by one.” He pinched my inner thigh, and the unexpected sting drew a screech out of me. “Yes,” he hissed.
Grasping my legs, he pulled out, until just the crown of his cock remained swallowed by me.
Some might have called me greedy, but I lifted my hips, chasing the sensation of him invading my body.
He shoved himself back inside, but as my back bowed, as theslamof his hips rocked through me, a creak of hinges pierced my cries.
A streak of warm light drenched the ivory kitchen tiles in yellow.
Compressing my thighs to keep the backs of them pressed to his abdomen, Zion glanced over his shoulder?—
A dark silhouette hovered in the doorway.
Tall. A heap of unruly strands atop his head. One with black, from combat boots to the lines of ink slinking up his forearm.
Gedeon gripped the top of the door frame. “I came to figure out why someone was screaming, but it seems you are the ones doing the coming.”
“The door…” I scanned the dimly lit hallway behind him. No shadows danced on the wall, but it could change any minute. “Anyone can walk in.”
“Good.” Gedeon leaned forward, and his t-shirt lifted above his faded jeans, revealing a sliver of darker skin and a hint of the tattoos creeping up his sides. “They can see with their own eyes whose marks you both will bear tomorrow.”
Zion’s grunt served as the sole warning before his hold on my limbs turned crushing. “She clenched.”
Dimness hid my blush. Hearing them say something along the lines of hunting me, tying me, or branding me always made everything inside me flutter.
“I would worry if she had not. Our girl enjoys being claimed.” Gedeon strode into the kitchen, his pace unhurried, leisurely—menacing. “Don’t you, Kali?”
