46. Briella #2
“Any of us who win get that hoodie,” Rory points out.
Vincent’s muscles bulge from his whole body tensing, his jaw turning to solid rock.
“Don’t worry, Vincent.” Jude crosses the few feet to him, and they get much closer than normal. “I will win and care for it accordingly.”
Vincent drops his shoulders and scrubs a hand down his face, but nods. Ohfuckingholygods! Something happened to them. Something during the few hours I was gone. Just the sight of the chemistry between them is enough to get my blood pumping and my pussy to clench.
“And Jude?”
Bracing himself, his black gaze softening on mine, Jude states, “My Momma’s silver locket.”
Everything in me gushes at the thought that he would give up something like that. Since Jude is finished, I snap my gaze to Raphael. I know he doesn’t gamble, but I huff and mutter something through the gag.
The alpha’s lips tug up. “It seems our little Queen wants in on the bet. He takes a step forward, arms stoic at his side as usual. “But only if she agrees to anything beyond two minutes.”
“Ungh,” I groan through the gag, but nod.
“What would you care to bet?”
Rory tugs down the gag so I can spit out, “My tits.”
The others give me confused expressions. Rory lowers his brows. “Um, I am as kinky a bastard as the next man, but even I have my limits. Trophy tits aren’t one o’them.”
I stick out my tongue. “Whoever wins gets free rein over my tits for a whole week. If you want me to walk around all day flashing everyone, or clamp them, or slap them.” I wince because why am I giving them ideas?
But they all narrow their eyes in eager acceptance. “Done,” Raphael secures the deal.
“Wait! I want one more thing.” I press my lips into a smile, focusing on Jude and Vincent. “I want to watch.”
Jude gets a shine in his eye, but Vincent shifts uncomfortably, looking away.
“Vincent…would you deny our Queen?” challenges Jude.
After a few moments of silence, Vincent grunts, “Fine.”
Rory ties the gag around my head again.
I inhale as much as I can because I’ll need to hold it as much as possible to keep from climaxing. Longer exhales. Only one short, fast inhale between them.
Two minutes. Two minutes and one second if I want to win. I’ve already had three orgasms. I can do this, I tell myself. The quicker we get this over with, the quicker Jude can finally get rid of the damn arrow in my leg. They tell you the pain goes numb after some time, but it’s total bullshit.
“Whoever is closest wins the prizes. Time starts now.” Raphael sets his watch.
Rory wastes no time in turning on the vibrating setting. But he was only permitted the lowest one. My lids close, and I hold my breath, battling the tingling sensation.
I focus on the pain in my calf, the white-hot sting where the arrow juts from my flesh. I let it burn. Anything to keep my body from betraying me.
Think of puppies. Kittens. A zombie eating its own hand. Yes. Good. Gross. Distracting.
But then Rory tilts the vibrator just slightly, and the ache turns into a pulsing wave that shoots straight up my spine. My toes curl. The ropes groan softly as I strain against them, my muscles spasming in protest.
No. Nonono.
Exploding kittens game. Zombie puppies. Frog legs. Anything.
But the warmth spreads too fast. My body’s a traitor.
Ugh, fuuuuck! Rory’s going to win, isn’t he? I’m going to have to spend every day with my breasts hanging out. Oh, god! He could put them in a vice, clamp them the whole time, and turn on the vibration whenever he wants! Not to mention all the other kinky shit he might do.
Nononono, don’t think about that! It only heats my blood more.
I lose track of the seconds. I don’t even know what number we’re at now. The pain mixes with pleasure in a heady, dizzying cocktail, making me lightheaded, making my mouth water around the gag.
Jude. And his muscles. And the locket. No, I shouldn’t be thinking about Jude.
But I see him—that self-assurance on his face, watching every little tremor in my body. That time in the shower when he put my legs over his shoulders and spent a good half hour licking my pussy and eating me out.
One wink from those long eyelashes of his. One wink, and the wave crashes.
I scream behind the gag as my body jerks, back arching in the ropes. I’m done. Gone. The orgasm hits like a fucking freight train, all pleasure and no mercy. The clamps keep sending little pulses through me, my nerve endings electrified as the climax finishes.
Rory turns off the vibration.
I don’t even hear Raphael call it.
But I hear Rory groan, “Bloody hell…forty-seven seconds.”
Seth turns to Jude. “How the hell—”
“I’m a doctor,” Jude interrupts, squaring his shoulders proudly as he strides toward me and strokes my cheek with the backs of his knuckles. It sends a hot burst right to my core. “I’ll be looking forward to those gorgeous breasts of yours, Babydoll. But don’t worry. I’ll still let you watch.”
SCORE!
“Pleasepleaseplease!” I beg when they remove the gag.
“Very soon,” Raphael assures me.
I close my eyes, panting, struggling. I don’t know how much more I can take. The cold wind slaps my bare pussy. My clit and nipples are engorged from the clamps.
Everything is raw. Every twitch of muscle sends a searing, splintering pain through my leg. I feel so weak.
Do I regret running? No. Do I regret not escaping and being lost in the woods somewhere, probably catching pneumonia? Maybe.
“Rory,” Raphael utters.
One word. One name.
When I open my eyes, I find all of them have stripped down. Wet clothes on the ground. Nothing but skin and mountains of muscles. And their features are so dark and hungry, they’re animalistic.
Rory’s crown piercing winks at me as he takes his place between my thighs, bearing to his left to avoid brushing the arrow in my other leg. I wince when he holds up his beast of a shaft. It’s too heavy to rise, but he rubs it against my slick labia.
“I’ve been a’waiting for this, Firecracker.”
He slowly dips the crown in until he’s rimming my hole, sending a cold rubbing sensation with the piercings.
God help me! With him so aroused, all this buildup, he looks nearly an inch longer!
“Rory, Red, I-I can’t—”
He grips my chin, hard and unrelenting. “Aye, ye can, and ye will take me. I’m goin’ to fuck the hell out of ye. Ye want the socio, the sadist. And you want this dick. Beg for it.”
Tears sting my throat at the thought of his invasion. I’m still sore from Raphael. And after Rory, there are still three more.
“We feed on each other. You and me,” he purrs against my lips before sinking his teeth into the lower one. “And tonight? This pretty cunt is goin’ to feed on my cock. So, fucking beg.”
Throwing him my worst razored glare, I spit out, “Ugh, give it to me and get it over with, you depraved demon from the bowels of hell!”
I prepare myself, trying to relax and soften, expecting him to slam right in.
My lips part in awe as he slides in slowly, one inch at a time.
Oh, god! It still hurts and burns, stretching my opening.
I can’t help it. My inner muscles clench, trying to force him out.
The dungeon feels like a nightmare. I can’t believe he still got that thing all the way up my ass.
“Ahh, fuck, Briella. Ye feel so bloody good.”
I’ll probably be bloody by the time he’s done.
Hot shimmers of pleasure radiate from his invasion.
His body shakes, and I realize it’s from his control.
Because he’s not just ramming into me. He’s shaking.
I’m trembling. He rasps his beard against my lips before opening my mouth beneath his, kissing me fiercely.
Then, he pushes in another inch. I moan and gasp into his mouth.
He circles his hips, making one rotation before pausing from my mouth, pulling back to inspect me with the most wicked grin I’ve ever seen.
And then…he slams into me, impaling me on that monster—all the way to the hilt.
“GoddamnyousonofafuckingScottishpriiick!” I scream, dragging out the last vowel at the same time that he throws his head back and roars his laughter.
“Wow! Ain’t that a sight!” Seth remarks, watching his partner fuck me.
“Ahh, Lass. The way that sweet pussy is gripping me? Ye’ll make me come far too soon.”
Each time he pulls out a little, then thrusts back in, I wail and curse, wishing I could rake my nails into his hair, his neck, some way of getting some purchase. He comes out again, this time to the very tip—
—“No, you bloodymotherfucking basta—”
“Let me see those pretty tits bounce when I fuck you, Firecracker.”
He spears me, stabbing to the very back of my cunt.
My breasts swing against his chest. I’m spitting every curse I know at him.
But when his mouth devours mine, I open for him.
I close my eyes as he mauls my mouth, and I take it, wanting it.
And that’s when I realize the violence of him brutalizing my pussy has completely distracted me from the pain in my calf.
Until now…
Nonononono! Focus on Rory. Focus on that monster filling me. Every inch. Every ridge. And the texture of that piercing is rubbing my inner walls. He’s everywhere. My core grips him so hard. Rolling my hips, I try to get some form of power, of dominance, but Rory wrecks me.
“Such a sweet slut for my prick,” Rory says against my swollen lips. “Look at ye, rocking those ripe hips, taking me so tight. And this juicy arse.” He digs his fingers into the flesh of my backside and uses the leverage to thrust harder.
“God, Rory! You twisted, sick fuck!” I screech through clenched teeth.
“Want Big Red to breed ye, sweet Lass?” he growls, and a sharp ache clenches my heart this time.
Rory doesn’t notice Jude take a step forward, his hands balled into fists, but I shake my head and mouth the words “it’s ok”. Anything will help distract me from the arrowed pain in my leg. And for just a few moments, I can pretend. I can pretend that Rory’s breeding fetish could come true.
“Aye, Firecracker, a little boy right here.” Rory rubs my stomach. “Red hair like me. Hazel eyes like you. Would ye like that?”
“I-I don’t know,” I admit, biting my lower lip. Because I have never let myself imagine it. Not since that horrific day when I woke up with a long line of one significant scar beneath my navel.
“Let’s see how far I can pump my seed into ye, stretch ye so good, it will take.” Rory’s voice is thick and feral, his hips slamming against mine. “Fill ye up so full, ye’ll be leaking for days, makin’ this sweet cunt remember who fuckin’ owns it.”
“God!” I whimper.
My pussy catches fire. My whole skin catches fire.
Molten fire surges all through me. He fucks me like an animal, swinging me hard, and I have no choice but to take it, to feel everything.
He bites my throat and slaps my breasts before jerking out his hand to the side. Seth gives him the controller.
And then…Rory turns the setting to the highest level.
And holy Scottish hell—my whole body seizes.
The vibration detonates every nerve ending. It’s too much. Too sharp. Too hot. Too electric. I arch, my back bowing hard as Rory’s length drives hard, thick, and brutal, slamming against the aching, sensitive place inside, battering me.
I can’t scream. I can’t breathe.
The world goes white.
My muscles lock, a vise around him, and I feel it—that brutal, euphoric, soul-shattering release ripping through me, splitting me apart from the inside out.
I’m drowning in the orgasm, choking on it, waves of liquid hot pleasure colliding with the vibrations and his erection and the pain in my leg until it’s all the same, a haze of raw sensation I can’t escape.
Rory growls, hips jerking. He’s close. But I’m already coming.
So hard, it knocks the world out from under me.
My vision goes spotty. My limbs go numb. My head lolls, mouth open on a sob. I barely register the thick heat of him spilling inside me before the merciful unconsciousness drags me down.
And I let it.
I let it take me.