PART II
Bale’s cap was a few sizes too big for my head, making it the perfect blindfold as he led me down into the library’s archives section.
“I don’t get why you’re being so secretive about this,” I whined while nervously tugging at the sleeves of my black, long-sleeved crop shirt.
His fingers tightened on my shoulders as he guided me off the final step into the basement.
“Stay right here,” he ordered, making sure I was steady before he released me. His footsteps were silent on the worn carpet, making it difficult to determine how far he had gone.
Patience was rarely my strong suit, but I stood there barely resisting the temptation to lift the brim of the cap away from my eyes.
The scent of apples and shadows indicated someone else was down here with us—Corbin. A smile spread across my face at the indication of his familiar presence.
“Can I open them yet?” I asked, hoping that they wouldn’t make me wait for whatever this surprise was. We were missing out on the opening celebrations going on right now in the center of town.
Suddenly, it was Corbin’s voice in my ear whispering, “Go ahead and take a look, babygirl.”
Without hesitation, I lifted the cap away from my eyes. The second my eyes popped open, I was greeted with a completely unexpected sight. The archives section had been shuffled around, the new layout accommodating a brand-new area. A large U-shaped desk sat in the middle of the floor.
Approaching the oversized piece of furniture, I noted a name plaque on it.
Harlow Lenoir - Librarian
Conservator of Archives and Rare Books
I must have read the placard no less than four times to believe what I was seeing.
My mouth hung open like a fish out of water. I flipped my gaze between both guys in disbelief.
Finally, I managed to speak. “H-how? Is this for real?”
Corbin was beaming with pride as he nodded. “Mrs. Sampson signed off on all of it. As long as we promised you wouldn’t turn into some lonely spinster who plays Gin Rummy every other Thursday.”
Turning my attention back to the desk, I looked over every detail as I circled it. Pulling out a drawer here and there, it had been properly stocked with supplies and tools that I worked with frequently to restore books.
Tears sprang to my eyes as I realized how much thought and detail went into making this happen for me.
“Thank you. Both of you. This means the world to me.” I scurried over to Corbin, throwing my arms around his waist in a tight hug before stealing a kiss from him.
After returning the kiss, he jutted his chin over at Bale. “I can’t take all the credit, Bale helped.”
Leaning against the side of the desk, arms folded across his chest and ankles casually crossed, Bale lightly shrugged.
“All I did was provide a little insight and incentive for Mrs. Sampson to create room in her budget.”
Still holding him in my arms, Corbin laughed. “You blackmailed her, jackass.”
Bale didn’t deny it and didn’t look the least bit apologetic. He shrugged one shoulder. “I gave her an ultimatum. Either she found room for a much-needed addition to her staff, or I’d leave an anonymous tip exposing her liquid lunches during Fairytale Fridays.”
These two were absolutely ridiculous, but they were all mine. And I was theirs.
Corbin’s hands gently caressed my sides, the contact pulling the waist of my short rust-colored skirt that clung to my hips. Slowly, he backed me up against my brand-new desk until my ass bumped against the edge.
“Think we ought to break this desk in properly. What do you think, Bale?” He smirked with delicious intent without breaking eye contact with me.
No movement from Bale, just intense focus as he watched before responding, “Well, you know what they say. Who you start the festival with is who you end it with.”
I raised a brow in question. “I thought that only applied to the first dance.”
“New rule,” he said as he finally moved towards Corbin and me. “Also, the new rule states that black cat shifters are required to uphold the sanctity of quiet hours in the library, even when stuffed full of cock.”
My face flushed crimson in excitement.
They both pounced.
Within minutes, my skirt was up around my waist. Panties missing or possibly shredded.
My thighs hugged Corbin’s face, each leg draped over his shoulder as he kneeled in front of me. His tongue moved in deliberate strokes, alternating flicks and sucks with practiced precision.
Bale perched on the edge of my desk, his strong hands locked on my waist, keeping me upright with my back to his chest. Despite my squirming and moans as Corbin did filthy things to me with his mouth, I remained held in place between them.
Looking up at me from between my pale thighs, Corbin paused with a mischievous look shining in his amber hues.
“I’ve been thinking, we are going to have to rewrite your dad’s seven-step self-help program,” he murmured against my inner thigh, his lips tormenting the sensitive flesh. Bale hummed in agreement behind me.
I whimpered needily, my body aching for him to taste me again. “Mmm, and what would those steps entail?” I said breathlessly.
A kiss pressed against the side of my neck from Bale, his lips tickling my ear as he spoke. “Spanks for when you sass me…”
Corbin nipped at my neglected clit that was pulsing with desire before he defined the second step. “‘P’ for all the punishment your pussy is going to take.”
The feel of Bale’s hard dick pressed against me meaningfully from behind for emphasis as he growled out the newly defined ‘A’ in S.P.A.R.K.L.E. “We wouldn’t want to forget your ass either.”
He ground his erection against my ass cheeks before adding, “Then, ‘R’ as a reminder to repeat the first three steps as necessary.”
“‘K’ for all the kisses you’ll lose count of,” Corbin’s tender voice spoke against my pussy as he practiced what he was preaching by gently kissing my most intimate of places.
My head tipped back against Bale’s chest as I softly moaned at the contact that was so light it may as well have been classified as teasing my body that already ached for them both.
Bale’s hands squeezed my hips before kissing the top of my head. “Don’t forget ‘L’ for the ways we will love every inch of you.” A pause before he chuckled and added, “And how you’ll love taking every inch of us.”
Pulling back so that I could see the sincerity etched into his face, Corbin met my gaze.
“And most importantly, ‘E’ is for the way we’ll live up to these principles. Every. Damn. Day.”
If my heart hadn’t already melted three times over from their surprise reveal of my new workspace down here in the basement, it was now a puddle. It resembled something warm and sticky, forming an endless pool of emotions and unwavering commitment to these two men.
Defining our future together, the two of them made sure to live up to every damn letter and deliver on their promises.
Corbin’s devilish tongue speared into my pussy, prompting me to cry out and grind against his face.
As for Bale, he had worked the front of his pants open. The telltale squeeze of a bottle of lube followed quickly after, before the tip of his slicked-up cock pressed against my puckered hole.
My attention was divided between the promise of ruin behind me and the mouth of my fated mate, treating himself to a feast between my legs.
A strained grunt breezed against the back of my neck as Bale pushed the head of his cock into my rear hole. “You’re lucky I’m letting Corbin eat your pretty little pussy while I fuck your ass. If it were up to me, I’d have you dripping all over my boots while I stretch you out first.”
The graze of Corbin’s teeth against my sensitive bud had my hips bucking wildly, despite Bale’s bruising hold as he continued to sink into my tight entrance.
“Fuck!” I shrieked.
“This is a public library, kitten. Show some damn respect,” Bale teased mockingly.
Before I could banter back with something filled with sass and the attitude of a woman who had defeated a witch armed with a book full of black magic, his actions stalled my words.
He proceeded to stretch my ass around his thick cock as he sank fully into me.
The sensation of fullness overrode any coherent thoughts that might have followed.
A burn more delicious than the festival’s bonfire took hold, stealing my breath. His girth stretched me out to accommodate him. Bale’s hold on me tightened.
“That’s fucking it, take it,” he said, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
I writhed, gasping for air between my strangled moans. Corbin hadn’t eased up for one second, even when my thighs trembled on either side of his head.
One long lick of his tongue ran flat from my entrance to my clit before he looked up at me.
“Are you going to use your words, baby girl? Tell me how it feels being worked open by Bale’s dick while your cunt weeps all over my face.”
Bale took the opportunity to shallowly grind into my ass, starting with small thrusts that quickly gained momentum.
Every attempt to put together a coherent sentence got sabotaged by these two men using their bodies against me.
“I… Yes! More… please!”
One more playful nip followed by a soothing flick of his tongue, Corbin rose to his feet, supporting my thighs as he wrapped them around his waist. His hand jerked his pants open, pulling out the evidence of how worked up he was.
His cock sprang free, and he wasted no time before slamming it deep into my pussy. The momentum pushed Bale even deeper into me, both of them releasing deep groans of satisfaction while I cried out at the incredibly full sensation.
Corbin leaned forward, his hips already working his cock in and out of my pussy at a measured pace, letting me feel every drag of his length. As for Bale, he reached past me to grab him by the back of his neck to pull him in even closer. The move squished me between their solidly muscular bodies.
Sensing something shifting and going unsaid, I turned my head slightly to witness the profiles of their faces as Bale’s lips crushed against Corbin’s over my shoulder.