40. Camilla
I’m lost in their touch.
It’s too much and yet not enough all at once, and I’m too far gone to think about all the reasons I shouldn’t allow this to go any further.
Bishop is pressed against my back, his slack-covered thighs trapping me between them, while Kovu plays my body in a way no one ever has before, not even myself.
His skilled fingers move around the sensitive bundle of nerves I’ve only teased on occasion as he watches me closely for my reactions.
I get the impression Kovu is often underestimated because he’s deemed the crazy one, but in reality, he’s every bit as perceptive as Bishop is.
“I’m going to give you one chance to run, Little Lamb,” he starts, and my breath stutters in my lungs, but not because I’m afraid of him. No, I’m afraid he’ll stop. I’m desperate for every depraved thing he wants to do to me, and I realize how fucked up that is. I know his reputation, I know he likes to play with knives, and I still want to run toward him rather than in the opposite direction. “I’ll never give you this choice again. You say yes now, and it’s all over. You’re mine.”
“Ours,” Bishop corrects behind me, sending a shiver of anticipation over my heated flesh.
“Ours,” Kovu confirms, and I stop breathing. The sight of him towering over me with his huge body and mine at his mercy, gives me the promise of delicious pleasure and earth-shattering pain. I’m in over my head, but that’s not exactly a new realization. I knew that from the moment I woke up pressed between two demons with the reputation to boot.
I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and nibble at the sore flesh. His kisses were savage, and I have a feeling I’ll be feeling them for days.
“Do you want that, love?” Bishop murmurs against the shell of my ear. He presses his hard length against the small of my back, grinding against me in short movements that have my heart beating so hard it borders on pain. “Do you want to be ours?”
“Yes,” I whisper the word into existence.
Kovu’s face contorts into a wild smile that seems out of place, but I don’t have time to dwell on it before he drops back between my thighs, his mouth clamping down on my clit at the same time his finger pushes into my tight heat.
I scream at the intrusion, not because it hurts, but because it feels so fucking good. The slight stretch is intoxicating, but I need more.
Bishop’s lips trail along my neck as his deft fingers slowly unbutton his shirt that hangs from my body. The idea of being naked between them is intimidating, especially because I’ve never been naked in front of anyone. I don’t like feeling vulnerable, a trait passed down from my father.
He parts the soft fabric, and I stare down at Kovu’s wild blue eyes as he drinks me in, never allowing his lips and tongue to deviate from the slow torture they’re subjecting me to.
He groans as Bishop cups my bare breasts with his huge hands, making them look much smaller than they are. I don’t have the biggest tits in the world, but I wouldn’t call them tiny by any stretch of the imagination.
He pinches the stiff peaks so hard it drags a hiss from my throat, but it only escalates the pleasure beating down on me, and I choose not to analyze that.
“Fuck,” Kovu groans. “She fucking loves the pain, brother. She’s fucking soaking, and her tight little cunt is squeezing my finger so hard.”
Heat moves over my cheeks and down my chest at the filthy words he’s used to describe me, but I’m lost in the movement of his finger inside me, his eyes hungrily taking me in, and Bishop’s hands on my breasts. I’m completely overwhelmed, and yet I need more.
“You’re being such a good girl for us, love,” Bishop says as he pinches my nipples again, this time twisting them slightly. Pain radiates across my chest, but my clit pulses at the pain. “Do you know what good girls get?”
I shake my head, unable to form a rational thought, let alone vocalize it.
“They get to come,” he whispers.
Kovu slips a second finger inside me along with the first, and I groan at the added stretch. If Bishop’s bulge pressing into my back is anything to go by, I have a long way to go yet.
The two of them work together in tandem, not needing to speak to communicate what they’re thinking, and I’m careening toward a cliff I’m not sure I’ll survive the fall from.
Bishop lifts one of his hands from my breast and wraps it around my throat, squeezing to the point I can barely drag in a breath through the pressure, but it heightens the pleasure Kovu is forcing upon me, and I’m lost in it. Lost in the pain. Lost in the pleasure. Lost in their arms.
“Oh, our girl likes being choked.” Kovu chuckles against my aching heat, his teeth nipping at my clit and dragging a strangled scream from my throat.
“I knew she would,” Bishop murmurs, his teeth clamping down on my shoulder and adding to the mix of confusing feelings. “I knew you were perfect for us. Our perfect little whore.”
I cry out as Kovu pushes a third finger into my pussy, and then all I see are stars. My orgasm crashes over me in brutal waves that tear my breath right from my lungs. My body flies with pleasure, and I allow myself to be at their mercy, even if it could very well be my downfall.
When I come to, I’m bundled in Bishop’s lap, his arms wrapped tightly around me while Kovu is pressed against me on the other side, his hand drawing comforting circles in my back.
“There she is,” Bishop croons. “You passed out for a second there.”
I open my mouth to speak but allow it to fall closed again, all snappy remarks melting away as I allow myself to enjoy this moment. I don’t know when I’ll get to feel this safe again, and I don’t want to miss a single second of it.
Kovu pushes my hair out of my eyes, and not for the first time, I’m struck by how gentle he is with me against all odds. “You were perfect, Little Lamb.”
“You’re perfect for us,” Bishop confirms, and my heart constricts painfully. I can’t stay here. No matter how much I want to. No matter how safe I feel in their arms, I don’t have a choice but to leave. The illusion of safety is a far cry from the real thing, and I’m not about to let smoke and mirrors be the reason for my downfall.
I snuggle deeper into his lap, allowing myself this moment of reprieve where I can just enjoy being for a while. It’s been a long time since my life was about something other than becoming the next queen of the De Marco family, and I don’t want to waste a second. Even if it will be short-lived.
All good things must come to an end, right?