With his hand still in my hair, Bastian lifted my head once more. “Offer your mouth to me.”
I couldn’t even comprehend his words. Pleasure still tangled with every breath. All I could do was pant and try to hold on.
A dark laugh. “I see. You want me to take it from you.”
I assumed that primal was all speed and roughness. I never thought about it as predator and prey. Stillness and waiting for a snake to strike. Looking up at Bastian from beneath my lashes, breath still heaving, I closed my mouth.
Something changed in his eyes. Untamed pleasure.
The same hand that had so gently stroked my lip now gripped my jaw, forcing it open and holding it there while he ripped down his shorts and took my throat in one forceful thrust.
Bastian cradled my head in both his hands and held it still. Brooks slowed, grabbing my hips in the same way. For one breathless moment, everything was still.
They fucked me at the same time.
I might have faked melting into submission in that hallway, but now there wasn’t anything else I could do. They had me. Slick coated my thighs, dripping, spreading because of Brooks’s movement. Bastian’s cock was sloppy because I couldn’t close my mouth. They were making a mess of me with the precision of skilled hunters.
“I want to fuck you forever,” Brooks grunted the words. “Keep you in the house, tied down and tied open so we always have access to thisperfect. Fucking. Pussy.” He punctuated every word with a thrust, bottoming out inside me. Every movement hovered on that delicate edge between pleasure and pain.
“There.” He drove home, coming and curling himself over my back as his knot locked us together. Brooks laughed in breathless pants. “She’s knotted. I’ll keep her still for you.”
Bastian tilted his head back and drove my head down onto his cock, using my own body against myself. Making me fuck my throat onto him. Each piercing he had made it easy to tell how deep I was impaled on him. Every time I gagged, he growled in pleasure, still looking into the darkness above. Like he was lost his own world of bliss.
I wasn’t here at all. I was the object of pleasure he needed to rut and fuck. A whimper and a moan came out of me as the familiar, deep arousal slid over me like slick, hot honey.
Brooks shifted his weight, anchoring me before gripping my wrists and lifting them off the floor. Now my balance depended entirely on Bastian and his cock. Could I come from this alone? Knotted and trapped and?—
It was a deep, slow wave. My thighs shook, and my voice was muffled, punctuated by the pounding rhythm.
Bastian pulled back and let me breathe, teasing my lips with the head of his cock. “Take a breath, baby,” Brooks said. “He’s going to knot your mouth.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Omega.”
Could I evendothat?
“Color,” Bastian gritted out. The word sounded like he was in pain. And from the thickness, hardness, and color of his cock, it might be true.
They would never hurt me. If they thought I could do it, I would obey, and then bathe in their praise. “Green.”
I barely took a breath before he was on me. He was close—I couldtaste it leaking onto my tongue. I would let them fuck my mouth every day if I could taste them like this.
Bastian gripped my head and pulled me all the way onto his cock, my lips flush with his skin. My body resisted, but he didn’t let me pull away. Icouldn’tpull away. His knot swelled behind my teeth, locking his cock inside my throat. I could still breathe—barely.
My pussy gushed around Brooks. Clamped down. Perfume burst outward. This was so fucking hot, I couldn’t think straight. I pulled back out of instinct and was met with a tighter grip on my head and a deep growl.
“Don’t panic,” Brooks murmured. “Relax. We’ve got you. Fuck, baby, the way your lips are stretched around his knot has me ready to come again.”
I did relax. I knew they had me. I still gagged, tears spilling over. Every time my throat protested, I ended up squeezing down on Brooks.
His knot shrank first. Now it was me and Bastian. All I could do was look up at him. Pinned like this, trapped in his gaze, it felt a little like worship. Whether I was worshipping him or he was worshipping me, I wasn’t sure.
I fell to the floor, coughing when his knot shrank and freed me. Someone took my t-shirt off and wiped my face. Brooks. But Bastian?
He stood perfectly still in the middle of the arena, watching me. This wasn’t over, I realized. He hadn’t fucked me. Not the way he needed.
I listened to my instincts and scrambled away, now in nothing but my bra.
