Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
It left her spread, her arms held up and away from her body. Helpless.
Theo traced the edge of her robe, parting the fabric easily. Giving Galen a show. He nipped her neck, his voice low and almost dangerous. “We’ll fuck you here, princess. We’ll fuck you in every bedroom, and then we’ll take you downstairs and fuck across this entire goddamn house.” He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she arched back against him. “On every surface. Against every wall. Until none of us can ever walk into this place without seeing it overlaid with those memories.”
She wouldn’t be walking into this house again once this was over.
He and Galen would.
Warmth spread through her, killing the last of the ugly feeling. She gave the tethers an experimental tug. “Okay.”
The heat of Theo’s body against her back disappeared. He circled around to study the picture she made and nodded to himself. “Part the robe a bit more. I want to see her.”
Galen obeyed, untangling the tie at her waist and pushing the robe until it was only the angle of her bondage that kept it on her shoulders. He moved away without touching her further, crawling to the edge of the bed and sitting there as Theo came to stand between his big thighs. He seemed to consider something and nodded to himself. “Jeans off, Galen. Lay on the bed with your head at the foot.”
She watched helplessly as Galen obeyed, stripping with a casual grace that had heat licking at her skin. They were so fucking beautiful it took her breath away. Handsome on their own, but together they somehow become more. Theo’s refined control played off Galen’s rough and tumble meanness. Galen looked like some ancient gladiator who’d charged into their midst, big and brutal and scarred. Theo would have been at home in any aristocracy in Europe, almost pretty and playing at games she could only guess at.
And yet it worked. They worked.
Galen climbed back onto the bed and took the position Theo had indicated, his head inches from where Meg stood. The mattress was tall enough that they were even with her hips and she shivered at the sight of Galen laid out like the best kind of feast. His cock was already hard, laying thick and heavy against his stomach, and he watched her with dark eyes that promised things she could only guess at.
Theo tossed his towel to the side and joined Galen on the bed. He pushed the bigger man’s legs wide and knelt between them. Theo gripped Galen’s thighs and held perfectly still, his gaze dragging over the man before him and up to where Meg stood. He was a king surveying his kingdom of two, and she had no doubt in her mind that he’d just planned out the remainder of the night down to the finest detail.
“Are you ready for your punishment, princess?”
“Yes.” The word burst out of her as if summoned, an agreement to something she needed more than she needed air. Her very own deal with the devil, though he didn’t want her soul—he wanted her body.
He gave her a smile with a hint of cruelty. “Good. Be very quiet, and very still, and you’ll get your reward at the end.” He leaned down and took Galen’s cock into his mouth.
Holy shit.
The truth sank into her. She’d been prepared for spankings, a punishment interwoven with pain. She hadn’t been prepared for this.
Galen reached over his head to grip the edge of the mattress as Theo sucked his cock, both of them watching her. If she arched her hips, she might—might—be able to brush against his fingers, but Meg knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d remove his touch if she tried.
They wanted her strung up like some kind of decoration at the end of the bed, still and silent, while she watched them fuck.
Theo couldn’t have devised a more ingenious punishment. She was going to kill him… as soon as he uncuffed her.
Galen cursed long and hard, and half sat up. Theo met him there, claiming Galen’s mouth the same way he’d claimed his cock. Once upon a time, she’d compared them to two opposing forces of nature, and that was never more true than in that moment. They clashed, their big bodies moving together in a dance older than time. Galen gripped Theo’s hair and wrenched his head back, kissing his way down his neck. There was nothing cold and calculated in this. They’d stopped concentrating on putting on a show for her the second they kissed.
They touched each other like they’d forgotten she was there.
Meg watched, so mesmerized, she forgot this was supposed to be a punishment. Galen fisted Theo’s cock, earning a low curse as he pumped, slowing their pace. Theo nipped his bottom lip and then tongued the spot as if soothing the pain away.