Chapter Five — Trinity #2
I’d been wrong before.
“Thank you.”
“Have fun.” She winked. “I look forward to the questions you have later.”
Her heels echoed on the floor, and the door clicked softly shut behind her, once again muffling the music leaking in from downstairs.
A hand gently pressed into my back. I could sense all of them now, though Bastian’s legs were the only thing I could see. Logan’s voice, quiet and steady. “Would you like to continue with what we talked about?”
It was good they weren’t all touching me so they couldn’t feel me shaking. Not with nerves, but need. Desperation. I didn’t want them to have any doubts. “Yes. Please.”
Logan’s fingers curled into the elastic of my thong and slowly pulled it down. The ruffles of my skirt still hid me. Mostly.
“Step out,” he said when the material reached my ankles, and I did. His hand returned to my back and stroked down my spine. Beneath the bass of the club, I heard his purr. There was no way I could pretend I didn’t love it.
Bastian stepped close again, hand coming under my chin and lifting it enough to see him. He tilted his head and lifted his chin. I didn’t need the words to know he was asking me to turn over.
“I—” I cleared my throat. “I’m not sure if there’s a way to do that gracefully.”
His low chuckle reached me, and he made the gesture again. This time I obeyed. I slowly flipped on top of the crate, swallowing. Nerves and arousal combined with the floating feeling made everything feel soft and silky. Like being on a cloud.
A hand curled around my calf and lifted. “Legs up.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. With my legs on the box I was… so exposed.
My head fell off the box, letting me see Bastian where he still stood behind me. He towered over me and took a step closer. One eyebrow rose, asking me a silent question, and I didn’t care what it was, the answer was yes.
I nodded.
He closed the small distance between us and curled his hand around my throat. No pressure and all dominance. For a brief second he pressed into me, the hardness behind his jeans showing me exactly what this position would be good for.
The image of his cock down my throat and being held like this flooded my mind, and the perfume followed. Bastian pulled back and crouched down, hand still around my throat, eyes crinkling once more.
“What’s your color, Trinity?” Logan’s voice.
“Green,” I managed to whisper.
His fingers on my thighs made me jump. I tried to lift my head and look, but Bastian shook his head. His masked lips pressed against my ear. “Lean into it.”
Only three words, but I understood them. Lean into the feeling of being at their mercy. Trust them to give me this. Let go and feel.
Logan’s large hands pushed my legs further apart, and I felt the hands on my ankles, holding them there. A pulse of pure heat went through me, and I flushed red because I felt myself get wetter, and they could see it.
A groan reached me, and I couldn’t tell who it was. All I could see was Bastian’s bare chest through the gap in his sweatshirt and the tattoos peeking out from the shadows.
Pleasure spiraled through me in the form of Logan’s mouth. No hesitation or teasing. He consumed me, diving straight into me with his tongue before sucking my clit so deep my hips bucked off the crate.
His hand pushed my hips back down. I couldn’t say how I knew it was him, but I did. And now I was once again being held down by all four of them.
Why did that feel so fucking right?
Normally it took me a while to get anywhere. Even when I was using a toy on myself, I got distracted by my own brain. There was more than one time I’d fallen asleep with a toy in my hand.
Not right now.
Now the pleasure and need spiraling beneath my skin felt like it was molten, and it wasn’t going to take long for me to get there.
Logan curled his tongue around my clit, finding the place that made me jerk and moan. Bastian groaned in my ear, still close, fingers tightening. “Tempting.”
I reached, trying to find something to hold on to because I was coming fucking unraveled. A hand found my wrist and pinned it gently to the crate, and I lit up from within.
The orgasm raced out so fast it made me shake, body writhing and trying to move even though I was going fucking nowhere with their hands on me. I whined—for what I didn’t know—while Logan kept fucking me with his tongue like he had all the time in the world.
“Mmm.” The sound was obscene, and if I hadn’t already been dripping from the orgasm, that sound would have made it happen. “So fast. I think I can get another one out of you.”
Shivering aftershocks still shook my limbs. I felt weak in that delicious way that only came after mind-blowing pleasure, and I could count the times it had happened on one hand.
This though? This was at the top of the fucking list.
Fingers teased my entrance. Two of them easing inside. I shuddered, arching, and Bastian flexed his hand around my neck. “Stay still, Omega.”
“Fuck.”
He chuckled, but I obeyed.
Logan curled those infernal fingers, moving slowly. So fucking slowly. In and out. Teasing and touching, moving, thrusting, until he brushed over the place that made me gasp.
My pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vise, and he leaned in to smile against my inner thigh. “I think she likes that.”
That was a fucking understatement.
“Give me one more.”
His mouth sealed over my clit, tongue swirling and flicking at the same time he stopped moving slowly. He thrust his fingers against that same spot. Over and over and over.
The world went white.
Pleasure rushed in from every side and I could do nothing but accept and take it. I shook and fought because the urge to move was so strong, but the way they held me was stronger.
And with nowhere to go? The orgasm wrecked me.
If it was too much when I got myself off, the movement would make it bearable. Now I had no choice, and the deepest part of me sighed in fucking relief.
His fingers and tongue didn’t stop moving, drawing out every last quivering inch of the orgasm. Until my chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath, and I felt like a puddle of melted Omega on top of the crate.
Bastian pressed his lips on my cheek, next to my ear. I felt the shape of his kiss even through the mask. “Beautiful.”
I shuddered. The simple praise warmed me. Melted me further.
Logan stroked his hands up and down my thighs, gently closing my legs. “We’re going to help you sit up now, okay?”
“Okay.” I still felt floaty and hazy in the best way.
Bastian slid his hand around my neck so it was curled around the back of it, lifting as the others helped me come all the way up.
My thong was already being slid up my legs and over my knees.
Logan’s fingers sent tingles along my skin.
“Here.” One arm around my waist had me slipping off the crate and standing.
My legs weren’t capable of holding me, but it didn’t matter.
He had me with one hand and fixed my underwear with the other.
“We’re going to leave this room so that other people can use it.
But we’re going to take you to the aftercare area now. Is that all right?”
“Mhmm.”
A second later I was lifted into warm arms and tucked against a deep, rich purr. It felt so safe, I let myself close my eyes.