Malcolm: Godsdamnit, beautiful, do you get off on torturing me?
Running the tip of my tongue over my lip, I test the waters. “Want to really make him suffer?”
She glances up at me, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”
Grinning, I trace her jaw with my fingertips. “Trust exercise. That’s what this all comes down to, doesn’t it? You don’t trust us not to exploit you?” She begins protesting, but I shut that down fast. “I’m not offended, no worries, love. I get it. So how about we test the boundaries a little in a safe way?”
She bites her bottom lip, attention flitting to Kasen and back, and I watch with fascination as she starts to catch onto my idea without me spelling it out. No insight to her thoughts, just her body betraying what she’s too nervous to verbally claim.
‘I want this, but I don’t know how to let myself have it.’Her words from a few days ago replay in my head, encouraging me that I’m on the right track despite Kasen shooting me with a suspicious look.
Closing the distance between us, I bypass her lips in favor of placing a chaste kiss at her temple. “You struggle with the fact that Malcolm holds all of the power over your life, right? Want me to help you prove yourself wrong?”
Pulling back, I search her red-rimmed, amber eyes, mentally groaning as that gaze momentarily flits from my face to lower.
“No biting,” she murmurs.
Running my tongue over my teeth, I crowd her personal space. “Love, there are plenty of bites I can do without establishing a pack link, and just as many ways I can claim you without making it official. So you’re going to have to be a bit more specific about your boundaries.”
Her heart is hammering a mile a minute, bringing my instincts to the surface and testing my control. “No pack link. That’s... that’s my only hard line.”
Grinning, I gently grip her hip, dragging her closer. Leaning into her until she’s forced to rest her head on Kasen’s shoulder, I flick my tongue over her throat.
“I can work with that. Do you want to assure him you’re happily occupied while he’s at work, or make him jealous?” At her silence, my grin only widens, trailing a slow path of kisses down to her collar. “Jealous it is.”
Gripping her thigh, I suddenly jerk her leg up, making her breath hitch while I slide down to continue my path of kisses over her clothes, gently, biting her nipple through her shirt. Her head reclines on Kasen’s lap and despite my desire to strip her bare beneath me, I focus on the game to ground me.
Sliding my fingers down her arm, I steal her phone, working my way down her body. “Do me a favor, love?” At her soft sound of acknowledgement, I set her phone camera up with a timer and prop it on the coffee table. “Don’t hold back for little ‘ol me. You want to scream, please, feel free.”
I seal my mouth over her clit above her leggings, sucking hard to combat the barrier of the fabric as her phone softly clicks. She jerks beneath me, but my grip on her hip keeps her from tearing herself from my lips. After a few more teasing minutes, I force myself to relinquish my position between her legs. Grabbing her phone, I send the last picture off to the mage before taking a seat on the coffee table.
Scarlett is laid out on her back, head in Kasen’s lap as he grips the arm hard enough to leave permanent indents. Meeting my friend’s gaze, I raise an eyebrow. “I think that shirt of hers is really getting in the way, don’t you?”
He turns to Scarlett, out of his element, but when she doesn’t protest, he slides out from beneath her. Grabbing the hem, he braces one knee on the couch to hover above her as he slowly pushes it up her body. She helps pull it over her head as I take a few pictures, but before either can toss it aside, I interject.
“Now use her shirt to tie her wrists together.”
Kasen hesitates for only a second before following my instructions. Her arms are stretched above her head, forcing him to cover her body with his own as he works the knot, and Scarlett subtly arches up to rub against him. A low rumbling starts in Kasen’s chest that only encourages her to do it again.
“Leave the bra on,” I command. “That purple lace is just too pretty not to get some time in the spotlight. Now, Scarlett, be an angel and arch your back for me while Kasen uses his teeth to peel those leggings down your hips.”
This next time, as I take a series of pictures, I send them not only to Malcolm, but myself to savor later. As Kasen lifts her ass to be able to get her pants off, he makes a dangerous sound that has Scarlett’s thighs clenching together. “She’s not wearing any underwear.” He’s certainly not objecting to the idea if that tent in his pants is anything to go by, but he gives her a chance to speak up and back out since sensual pictures are one thing, but she might not be as cool with straight up nudes of herself floating around in cyberspace.
I sit up a bit straighter. “What do you say, beautiful? Want to leave them on? Plenty of fun to be had just like this.”
Her cheeks tint as she shimmies her hips. “As long as they stay between the four of us, I’m okay with it.”
Kasen wastes no time stripping them off, caressing her calf as he returns to kiss as trail from her ankle up her inner leg. Her breaths come quicker as he reaches her thigh, and when he runs his tongue in one solid lick between her legs, she arches up with a cry, closing her eyes tight. Switching to video, I palm myself with a groan as I record the sound of her soft sounds and desperate pleas as Kasen feasts on her. Her bound hands come down to fist his hair, a series of unintelligible curses tumbling past her lips.
With her legs slung over his shoulders, Kasen grips our mate’s hips to keep her in place as she comes with a strangled shout. The growl that escapes him is more animal than man, dragging out her release before capturing every last drop on his tongue like it’s his life’s mission.
Adjusting myself and screaming a mental mantra of the benefits of patience to keep myself from pouncing on her, I send off the video. Giving her a second to catch her breath, I reach out to Kasen.
“Do you think you can fuck her without biting her?”
His voice is little more than gravel.“Not right now. She tastes... fuck, Beck, I need a sec to clear my head before I put my mark right between her legs.”
Mentally groaning as my imagination runs wild, I force myself to keep control of the situation, since that was the entire point of this in the first place. We need to prove to Scarlett that she can trust us to control ourselves around her, even when our instincts drive us to mark her inside and out for the world to see that she’s off limits.
