Chapter 48
CHAPTER
FORTY-EIGHT
Iris
T his isn’t Mr. Scarsby.
This is Xavier unleashed.
The kiss is carnal, animalistic, and rivals the one that decimated me in the streets from Killian.
Mr. Scarsby writes me love words and gentle innuendo. Xavier’s pure and unadulterated sex and control in his kiss.
And then there is she spanking and kink of control from Killian that makes me yearn for his mastery. I can’t help but see the mirror of them.
Xavier slips his hand around my throat to hold me there, his tongue invading, lips commanding, and my knees are nothing but melted want and desire.
When he lets me go, Killian spins me and unleashes his own kisses on me, soft kisses with biting centers, kisses that curl my toes.
Xavier pulls my hair gently, back into his arms as he bites my throat hard, then pushes the cloak away.
With unerring focus, he latches on to my nipple through the material of my dress and sucks, making me moan.
My head spins and the throb in my clit is something that curls up inside me, touching me everywhere.
“Downstairs,” Killian mutters.
Without giving me a choice, Xavier throws me over his shoulder and takes me down into the basement where my nest is still in place and the air smells like the three of us. It makes me utterly insane.
My pussy’s beyond wet, aching.
He sets me down, and I slide all the way to the floor so I’m looking up at them. “You don’t have bedrooms or do you just like fucking girls in your dungeon?”
The flicker of heated arousal from Killian is searing, and his growl sends shivers through me.
And in my head, Xavier’s laughter fills me, earthy, lustful with an edge of erotic.
Oh, cupcake, you really are a button-pushing brat. We don’t bring home girls and upstairs is dangerous.
“The wrong kind.” Killian starts to lower the zipper on his trousers. I sit up to reach for his cock, but his look stays me.
Xavier moves behind me, fully removing the cloak, and undoes the ties in the back of my dress. It falls from my shoulders, exposing me, keeping my arms caught.
“Tighten the ties,” Killian orders.
I feel Xavier’s grin everywhere as he does just that, and I’m now trapped. I’m theirs to control, to do with what they wish. I can’t even stand.
Without warning, Killian grabs my hair, pins and all, and drags me to his rigid cock. He shoves it deep in my mouth and works me until he forces himself all the way, choking me.
I cough and splutter as he lets me go, my clit throbbing. As he pulls off his belt, he shoves me at Xavier.
He’s gentler, but not by much, and I’m so riled that I don’t want sensitive Mr. Scarsby. I want the feral side of Xavier.
As if reading my mind, he begins takes his cock and begins to fuck my face with no warning. Like with Killian, he shoves his all the way in, holding it and making me choke. I swallow and gag, drool adding lubricant as he pulls out, only to plunge in again and again.
Each deep thrust and hold is like something unspooling in me, a layer of desire. My juices soak my panties, and start to coat my inner thighs.
I wish I had my hands so I could pull this man into me faster, harder and?—
I jerk on his cock as Killian’s belt bites into my ass. The pain ricochets into pleasure. He does it over and over until my body betrays me, and I come, hard, an empty, thrilling orgasm. I need someone in me. No, I need one of my Alphas in me. Now.
As I think this, Xavier pulls me right up against him, his big cock in my throat, and I can’t breathe as it swells and jerks. He comes with a guttural snarl.
Spots of black dance in front of my eyes as I try to focus, to stay conscious, and I don’t want to let him go. I’m sucking as I’m fighting the encroaching dark, but one more whack of the belt makes me scream, and Xavier pulls out.
He leaves me there, on the floor, needing more and Killian circles me, holding the belt firmly in his hands.
“Now,” Killian whispers, “what am I going to do with such a disobedient brat?”