Her fangs slid from her gums, and she bit his lip.
His laughter vibrated against her chest. Wicked, dark, pleased.
Alex pinched her nipples harder, and she clamped onto Nicolas’s lip, mouthing him to draw his blood across her tongue. His Revenant blood. Fired by the genetic chemistry that urged her to take control, she lifted her head, battling his mouth.
When his cock rubbed between her folds, she gasped, opening her jaws, and he pulled away, licking the blood that seeped from the shallow wounds she’d left.
“It’s all right,” he said, rocking his hips forward and back between her slick folds. “I want your bite. I accept your challenge.”
“That was no challenge, Revenant,” she hurled back, fighting the tug of his hard, ridged cock while trying to withhold any sign of her arousal. Although she guessed, he thought the kiss was proof enough. The moisture leaking from inside her to caress his cock was just the exclamation point.
“Perhaps, I should take a bite of my own, seeing as how it’s such an inconsequential thing.”
Alex’s chest jerked beneath her, his laughter gusting into her hair.
“You wait until you need me at your back, asshole,” she flung over her shoulder.
“I have yours,” Alex purred, curving his hips to remind her whose dick she lay upon.
Nicolas dove in for another quick kiss, a hard mashing of lips, and then he moved down her squirming body. “Let me have this one, Alex,” he said poised above the hand caressing her breast.
“You’re just sore because you’re the one tied up, and we get to have all the fun,” Alex said to her, sliding a hand from her breast and slowly down her stomach.
“Touch my dick,” Nicolas choked out, “and you’ll be wearing a smile across your throat.”
“Keep moving south, and we won’t have a problem.” Alex’s fingers glided over her pussy lips where he started playfully massaging them, missing the hardened little kernel at the top of her cunt entirely.
Chessa drew a harsh breath as Nicolas’s mouth closed around her distended nipple. “Alex, aren’t you pissed you have to play like a mattress?” she gritted out, fighting the tug of Nicolas’s hot lips.
“So long as something hot as you is stretched out on top, I don’t mind a bit.”
Nicolas nipped her nipple.
“God, you’re both bastards.”
“Running out of clever barbs so soon?” Alex drawled.
How could a girl be clever when she was sandwiched between two sexy men? “Ooooh!”
Laughter shook Alex’s chest and spilled around the breast still tucked deep in Nicolas’s mouth. A smile tugged at her lips at their playfulness, until Nicolas nipped her, harder this time. “Ouch! Watch it. That’s not a chew toy.”
“Nope,” Alex said pulling at her opposite breast. “It’s an all-day sucker.”
Chessa flailed against her bonds, trying to shake them both loose.
Nicolas suckled hard, swirling the tip of his tongue around the engorged tip.
“Maybe you should move a little lower,” Alex murmured, “before she figures out how much damage she can do with those feet.”
If she’d really wanted to do either of them damage—she’d have already figured that one out. Now, the gauntlet had been thrown down, she was obliged to try to do her damnedest.
She untucked a foot from behind Alex’s calf and stomped on Nicolas’s ass. The second kick landed in his palm, and he pushed her foot high and wide. He quickly pressed the other up and outward.
Chessa blinked, realizing he’d been waiting for her to make some ridiculous move like that, because now her pussy tilted upward even more exposed and accessible.
Nicolas scooted down the bed and gave her gaping cunt a wide, wet licking. “Thanks, Alex.”
“Anything to help the cause.”
“The cause?” she said, her voice strangling from rage, while her sex trembled and tightened.
“Your complete surrender, sweetheart,” Alex drawled.
“God, I’m so screwed.”
“Not yet, but Nicolas’s getting there.”
The next laps proved her partner’s claim. Nicolas nuzzled between her inner lips and suckled her tender flesh, drawing her moist lips between his to nibble, and then slanting his tongue over her center to lap at the fluids he seemed to crave the taste of.
All Chessa could do was wrap her hands around her ties and hold on tight. Unable to move in her restrained position, she couldn’t nudge him toward the places she needed sucked the worst.
She revised her opinion of him when he glided past her clit again and again—he was a heartless sadist.
Her limbs and will stretched to their limits, she could only moan and thrash her head on Alex’s chest, while he murmured filthy things in her ear.
“Let Nicolas have your sweet cream, Cheech. Give it up and he’ll lick you like a snow cone.”
“Sounds sticky,” she gasped, when Nicolas slipped one of her feet onto the top of his shoulder and used his freed hand to screw two fingers into her cunt.
“Do you want him to lick your ass instead? Poke his tongue into your tight little hole?”
“Shut up, Alex,” she said, her breath sobbing because that’s exactly what she wanted at that moment.
Nicolas took Alex’s hint. Keeping his fingers thrusting into her sopping pussy, he swirled his tongue lower, dipping the tip into the center of her anus.
“Shit! Jesus! Stop it, Nic,” she said, pressing her foot on his shoulder to pump her hips up and down.
“Doesn’t look like you want him to stop, love.”
“Alex, butt out!” she bellowed.
His fingers plucked her nipples, letting them spring back, hard and tight. Distracted, Chessa missed the fact Nicolas had wet his thumb until it tunneled into her ass.
She squeezed shut her eyes, just letting herself feel. Both of them, hot, growing slick beneath her, over her—sweat dripping from Nicolas’s brow to slide around her cunt and below.
“OhGodOhGod,” she moaned, as a ripple worked its way inside her channel, clenching around her vagina. “I’m gonna come, Nic. Please!”
He drew hands away, abandoning her.
She howled, her body bowing with frustration.
“Shhhh, baby,” Nicolas said, pressing a quick kiss to an inner thigh, and then he heaved himself over her, fitting his cock along her slit like a thick, nocked arrow. “How do you want it, love?”
Chessa shook her head. Her cunt! Her ass! Instead, she whimpered, “However you please.”
“Perfect, Chessa. You’re perfect.” Alex’s lips slid along her cheek, his hands cupped and caressed her breasts, soothing her now.
Chessa hiccuped, holding Nicolas’s tender gaze.
He spread her inner lips with his fingers, wrapping his fist around his cock to stroke it base to tip, and placed himself at her entrance. Then hooking his arms beneath her knees, he lifted her bottom away from Alex and slammed forward.
Suspended on her ties and his cock, she hung there, completely without the will to escape.
For once, completely free.
His dark gaze locked with hers as he stroked forward, burying himself so deep she thought she should have felt a nudge at the back of her throat.
He drew back, dragging his big cock past her swollen and abused inner walls. Her pussy clung to his shaft, caressing its length, clutching at the last when all but the thick, round tip remained inside.
Then he plunged into her again, the muscles of his arms and chest flexing as he held her hips high, his abdomen rippling, tightening, and then he was pulling away again, leaving her empty.
Chessa’s body was limp and boneless. She forgot to breathe when he entered her again, accepted his punctuated passion, gloried in his possession. She was his. Unconditionally.
When the next wave of heat wound itself tight around her womb, she ceased to be surprised he could wrest yet another sweeping orgasm. She floated on the crest, opening her mouth to cry
weakly when it ebbed away.
Nicolas held her, sliding easily, gently inside her until she fell back into Alex’s waiting arms.
“One more time,” Nicolas rasped.
God, she couldn’t. She really couldn’t, but she nodded, not questioning when he pressed her thighs against her chest and ordered Alex to hold them tight.
When his cock pressed into her ass, she stirred, moaning. “Can’t, Nic.” Her voice sounded like someone else’s lacking strength, seeming small.
“Once more,” he demanded.
And she did, screaming when he stroked inside, filling her completely, remorselessly, again and again.
His shout echoed around her walls, dying down to tender whispers of praise that made her weep with their sweetness. Soft kisses pressed her lips and into her hair.
She woke when a cool cloth soothed her intimate flesh, but quickly slipped back into sleep, cradled between the two men who’d gifted her with freedom from her memories.
Chessa woke at the first stroke of a thick cock sliding deep into her pussy. She moaned—a feeble, feigned protest.
Soft, deep-throated laughter shook the chest of the man she faced.
She pried open her eyes, her gaze colliding with Alex’s lit by the moonlight that sifted through her open window. His lips were curved with wicked, sly amusement.
She lay on her side between the two of them, a thigh resting atop his hip, her sex open and filled with his rutting cock. Her nipples tightened immediately, scraping the sparse hair that covered his broad chest. “Been awake long?” she asked, striving for a bored tone, but her tongue felt thick and stuck to the roof of her mouth. Her voice creaked.
The two of them were up to no good. Many inches of wicked intentions if the other cock poking at her ass was any indication.
Oh God! A shiver caught her by surprise. She was already wet, moisture flooding her channel to ease his steady glide. How long had they gently plied her body? And how the hell had she managed to sleep through their preparations?
Nicolas’s hand flowed over her shoulder, glided down her back, and dipped into the curve of her waist, halting as he palmed one cheek of her ass. “About time you joined us,” he growled, squeezing her hard.
She gasped, her bottom still stinging from the lash of Nicolas’s belt, and the bastard knew it from the soft chuckle that stirred the hair beside her ear.
“Did you think we were satisfied, ma petite?”
Her breath hitched, a whimper stealing between her lips.
His hand glided away then fingers parted her buttocks. Something cold and foreign pressed against her asshole. Cool, creamy gel slid inside her burning tissue.
“Oh God!” she groaned. “You’ve been in my drawer again.”
“Such nasty things I found there, love.” A finger pressed inside her, swirling in the gel, pushing easily into her depths, soothing her, exciting her unbearably as she realized what they meant to do.
“Mount him, Chessa,” Nicolas said, his voice deepening with his command.
Another shiver racked her body, but she moved over Alex. His hands clasped her hips hard to keep his cock deeply embedded as she shifted, following his slow roll to his back. Her knees slid to either side of his hips as she braced her hands on his shoulders.
All the while, Nicolas’s finger stayed deep inside her.
“Lean over him, love.”
Chessa sank against Alex’s chest, burying her burning face in the crook of his neck while Nicolas rose behind her, his knees bracketing hers.
Alex cupped the back of her head, his fingers combing through her hair in an oddly gentle gesture.
Her breaths deepened when another finger slipped inside her ass, and Alex’s cock jerked inside her. “I don’t believe this,” she murmured, her heart skipping faster.
“Do you know why we’re doing this, sweetheart?” Alex whispered.
“Because you’re having fun?” she blurted.
His chuckle scraped his chest hair over her tender nipples, and she bit her lip.
“Fun is a very pale word,” Alex chided, “and not the only reason.”
“Because you’re both trying to drive me crazy?”
“Guess again.”
“Because I want this?” she said, her voice thin and quavering.
“Closer.” His hands lifted her face so that she couldn’t avoid meeting his gaze. “We’re doing this because you need it.”
“I need two men to fuck me senseless?”
His smile didn’t match the softness of his gaze. “You need to be pushed beyond your limits. To yield to the pleasure. No holding back.”
Like she’d been able to hold back a single choked groan before?
“You know what’s going to happen, don’t you?” Nicolas asked softly, pressing a kiss to the top of one shoulder.
“God. Yessss,” she hissed.
“Is it more than you can take?”
His tenderness was already more than she wanted to accept. Now he wanted her to tell him she agreed? Wanted her complicity in their seduction? Bastard! She’d never be able to claim she’d been overwhelmed. Taken.
Her eyes filled. Her body tightening, beyond mere arousal. “Don’t make me say it,” she pleaded.
His fingers withdrew slowly. The heat radiating from his body left her, and she knew he was going to move away.
Something she couldn’t bear. More painful than the emotions swirling inside her, his disappointment for her lack of courage settled like a weight pressing against her heart. “Please, Nic,” she whispered, meeting Alex’s gaze. “Please, I want this. With you. With both of you.”
Nicolas gripped her hair, angling her head to meet his lips. His kiss was fierce, harsh. “Don’t hold back a whimper. Not a single moan.”
Her breath sobbed. “I promise. Please.” Please love me!
He released her and a hand pressed between her shoulder blades until once again, she lay against Alex’s chest.
Shivering, her teeth starting to chatter with the tension building inside her, she kept still while he placed the plump head of his cock against her back entrance and pushed inside.
Chessa groaned, convinced she’d never take all of him, not with Alex’s thick cock already buried inside her cunt—there wasn’t room. But Nicolas pressed deep, inch by searing inch, until she was filled to bursting with both of them, pinned between them, held immobile by the painful, sinful pressure.
Then Nicolas smoothed his hands around her chest, cupping her breasts. “Take us both, Chessa. Move now,” he said, his voice sounding strained.
“Easy for you to say,” she gritted out, but she did move, up Alex’s chest and back down, dragging off both their cocks, then cramming backward to take them deep again.
At first, neither man moved, letting her set the pace and the depth of each stroke.
Her nails dug into Alex’s shoulders as she strained, and she realized she clamped her jaws tight to hold back her moans. She’d promised.
She gasped, opening her mouth and a thin wail tore from her throat. She moved faster.
“That’s it, Chessa,” Nicolas murmured, squeezing her breasts. Now, his hips lunged against her bottom, deepening his penetration when she thrust back.
She glided forward and back, faster now, her breaths harsh, her moans rising while he pumped harder, his cock stroking deeper as she rode Alex’s cock.
“Jesus!” Alex gasped, lifting his head from the pillow to glide his lips along her jaw.
She turned her face downward to capture his mouth, breathing heavily through her nose as Nicolas forced her breaths from her lungs in sharp grunts that sounded animalistic and savage.
The thin, inner wall that separated the two men burned from friction, heat curling upward to tighten her womb, and then she broke the kiss, a cry breaking free as her orgasm burst over her, leaving her shuddering and boneless, tears slipping down her cheeks.
Nicolas stroked twice more, then pulled out, his cum jetting over her buttocks.
&n
bsp; Alex gripped her hips and planted his feet in the mattress to pound upward, stiffening beneath her as his shout rang out.
Hands soothed over her hot skin, lips caressed her cheeks and neck, low murmured praise poured over her, and Chessa drifted toward sleep as the aching weight that had enclosed her heart, lifted and faded away.
CHAPTER
10
The mattress dipped opposite Chessa.
Bright, golden daylight peeked beneath the pale curtains, fluttering in a warm breeze that licked over the bodies still lying spooned close together.
Chessa had snuggled her sweet little bottom close to Nicolas’s groin while she slept, instinctually seeking connection.
Nicolas yawned and lifted his head to peer over Chessa’s shoulder to see Alex rising from the bed and heading toward the living room.
Curious, Nicolas unwound himself from Chessa and rose, snagging his jeans from the pile of clothing on the floor. As he walked inside, buttoning his pants closed, he found Alex slipping into his pants. “Going out?” he asked softly.
“Yeah,” Alex said, glancing his way.
“It’s the middle of the day.”
Alex’s lips curved and a single eyebrow rose. “So it is. All the more reason for me to get home and get some shut-eye. That bed’s a little crowded.”
“It’s sunny outside.”
“Your point being?”
Nicolas held his breath. He’d thought he had Alex figured out. If not a Revenant, he had to be some other night creature. He slumped into an armchair sitting in the shadows and watched as Alex reached for the shirt shoved beneath the couch.
When he lifted it, something thudded dully on the floor. A flash of red glinted in the sunlight.
Alex quickly swiped the object up, tucking it into his front pocket.
“That stone,” Nicolas said, leaning forward.
Alex lifted his head. “What about it?”
“Can I see it?”
Alex’s gaze sharpened on Nicolas. His shoulders drew back.
If it came to it, Nicolas wasn’t going to fight him for a look, but his curiosity and suspicions burned. “I’d like to see the stone.”
Alex shrugged and drew the cord out of his pocket, the stone along with it, and strode toward Nicolas to drop it into his palm.
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