Chapter Fifty-two — Trinity #2
The same hand that had so gently stroked my lip now gripped my jaw, forcing it open and holding it there while he ripped down his shorts and took my throat in one forceful thrust.
Bastian cradled my head in both his hands and held it still. Brooks slowed, grabbing my hips in the same way. For one breathless moment, everything was still.
They fucked me at the same time.
I might have faked melting into submission in that hallway, but now there wasn’t anything else I could do.
They had me. Slick coated my thighs, dripping, spreading because of Brooks’s movement.
Bastian’s cock was sloppy because I couldn’t close my mouth.
They were making a mess of me with the precision of skilled hunters.
“I want to fuck you forever,” Brooks grunted the words. “Keep you in the house, tied down and tied open so we always have access to this perfect. Fucking. Pussy.” He punctuated every word with a thrust, bottoming out inside me. Every movement hovered on that delicate edge between pleasure and pain.
“There.” He drove home, coming and curling himself over my back as his knot locked us together. Brooks laughed in breathless pants. “She’s knotted. I’ll keep her still for you.”
Bastian tilted his head back and drove my head down onto his cock, using my own body against myself.
Making me fuck my throat onto him. Each piercing he had made it easy to tell how deep I was impaled on him.
Every time I gagged, he growled in pleasure, still looking into the darkness above.
Like he was lost his own world of bliss.
I wasn’t here at all. I was the object of pleasure he needed to rut and fuck. A whimper and a moan came out of me as the familiar, deep arousal slid over me like slick, hot honey.
Brooks shifted his weight, anchoring me before gripping my wrists and lifting them off the floor. Now my balance depended entirely on Bastian and his cock. Could I come from this alone? Knotted and trapped and—
It was a deep, slow wave. My thighs shook, and my voice was muffled, punctuated by the pounding rhythm.
Bastian pulled back and let me breathe, teasing my lips with the head of his cock. “Take a breath, baby,” Brooks said. “He’s going to knot your mouth.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Omega.”
Could I even do that?
“Color,” Bastian gritted out. The word sounded like he was in pain. And from the thickness, hardness, and color of his cock, it might be true.
They would never hurt me. If they thought I could do it, I would obey, and then bathe in their praise. “Green.”
I barely took a breath before he was on me. He was close—I could taste it leaking onto my tongue. I would let them fuck my mouth every day if I could taste them like this.
Bastian gripped my head and pulled me all the way onto his cock, my lips flush with his skin. My body resisted, but he didn’t let me pull away. I couldn’t pull away. His knot swelled behind my teeth, locking his cock inside my throat. I could still breathe—barely.
My pussy gushed around Brooks. Clamped down. Perfume burst outward. This was so fucking hot, I couldn’t think straight. I pulled back out of instinct and was met with a tighter grip on my head and a deep growl.
“Don’t panic,” Brooks murmured. “Relax. We’ve got you. Fuck, baby, the way your lips are stretched around his knot has me ready to come again.”
I did relax. I knew they had me. I still gagged, tears spilling over. Every time my throat protested, I ended up squeezing down on Brooks.
His knot shrank first. Now it was me and Bastian. All I could do was look up at him. Pinned like this, trapped in his gaze, it felt a little like worship. Whether I was worshipping him or he was worshipping me, I wasn’t sure.
I fell to the floor, coughing when his knot shrank and freed me. Someone took my t-shirt off and wiped my face. Brooks. But Bastian?
He stood perfectly still in the middle of the arena, watching me. This wasn’t over, I realized. He hadn’t fucked me. Not the way he needed.
I listened to my instincts and scrambled away, now in nothing but my bra.
“Don’t run.”
The words were so quiet I could barely hear them.
And I didn’t obey.
I sprinted for the dark hallway that led to the locker rooms and heard the roar behind me. He was so fucking fast. I’d made it into the black mouth of the tunnel and no further when he pinned me to the wall, a hand around my throat.
The look on his face was beyond feral now. It was wild and wicked. Something more than before. Even his voice was rougher. “Use your safe word.”
“No.”
He pushed me into the wall a little harder. “Use your fucking safe word.”
Why was he pushing for that? Everything—
He was going into rut. If I didn’t safe word, he wouldn’t be able to stop. The rules were different with ruts. If I ran now, it was consent.
“Let me go,” I said evenly.
Bastian took one breath, and then another, forcing himself to release me and step backward.
But the thing was, even though I was exhausted, aching, and covered in them, I craved this too. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to be taken.
“Use your safe word,” he said again, a little quieter.
Smiling, I reached up and slid the straps of the bra off my shoulders, unhooked it and dropped it to the floor between us. His gaze followed it to the floor, which gave me what I needed—his eyes off me. “No.”
I sprinted up the arena stairs. There was no way to make it far. He was too close and too far gone. The very air changed as he closed in on me and caught me at the first landing.
I wasn’t even sure how I got to the ground, only that I found myself there, Bastian wrapped around me so thoroughly there was no pain. On my back, legs over his shoulders, and nothing between us.
Both of his hands ringed my neck, pinning me to the floor. Even in rut he wasn’t fully out of control. I grabbed his arms, needing to hold something, anything, as he rutted me.
Unhinged. Raw. Almost too much. And somehow not enough.
When the pleasure came it was sharp, like lightning. My back arched, scraping on the floor, unable to go further the way he had me pinned. The deepest sense of relief and satisfaction. I had no control. I couldn’t stop him, and I didn’t want to.
I was the only thing he saw and needed. I didn’t have control, but in this moment, I had power. I locked eyes with Bastian and squeezed his cock.
He broke, slamming into me with cries that shook the room. His knot swelled, and it felt so much bigger than it had in my mouth. Was it bigger? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I loved it. I loved it, I loved it, and I’d reached my limit. My body went slack, surrendering.
Bastian lifted me and wrapped my legs around him, carrying me. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed. “I love you.”
His rumbling purr was the last thing I remembered before my eyes closed and stayed that way.