Chapter 36
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“Hey, Princess, open your eyes.”
That had to be Rutger. She opened her eyes and found it was indeed him, staring down at her, with her backed into a wall of those ancient car bits. Metal things prodded her back.
“This is a little alcove off the way we came in. As private as we can get.”
Someone made a move, a whisper of sound, and she looked sideways. Vargr was here too.
“You?”
“Me. Look, she just needs fucking, so get it over with.” Such hard eyes on a man she’d once thought a friend.
“Not with you here.” She glared, daring him.
“If you’re going to give me blue balls, at least I get to watch.” A sneer crept across his mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking too innocent to let me watch?”
“Hey. Hey.” Rutger held up a hand, palm out. “Isn’t bondmating supposed to mean you like each other?” An incredulous tone lifted the pitch of his last word.
Cyn shifted away from Vargr, trying to ignore the siren call of the Lure and hate this man at the same moment. In a two-by- three-yard space, it was difficult. In one corner, part of the hood of a battered blue car projected from the wall. Above was the far-off concrete ceiling and the pink Lure threads trickling down, drifting…
“No. Bondmating says attraction and bonding, not fuckin’ love, Rutger. I expect loyalty from her and not getting shot. You did not see what she did, close up.”
“Oh, god. Man up.” She bumped her head on the car wall, distracted, then she inched sideways because she needed to get around Rutger to where the exit lay.
“Wait. No wandering.” Rutger trapped her wrist and hauled her to him, kissed her neck. “No, I didn’t see that, Vargr. True. But this is not the time. We do this or I do this. That you two hate each other is cute, because I know it won’t last.”
She glowered at her enemy from Rutger’s embrace, warming to his caresses, almost shamed that she did. Except the Lure reminded her of why this had to be.
“You good?” he whispered, undoing the buttons of her shirt.
“Fuck. Yes,” she murmured, watching him fumble, revealing more of her breasts. He easily tore her bra down the center—a move that almost had her cursing him—then he popped the rest of the buttons.
Vargr was eyeing her body.
If he was staying, fuck him. She stuck out her tongue and gave him the finger, then squeaked as Rutger bit beneath her nipple. He hung on.
“Ouch,” she hissed. “Heyyy.”
“No teasing him.” He slid his big hand up her thigh, and then… pulled at the pants zip while his teeth tugged, here and there, at her skin, slowly moving down to where she really needed that mouth. Her own mouth fell open in awe at the blossoming lust rising, at her memories of that spiked cock of his… Would it matter if she drooled?
She shuddered at another bite and decided she was okay with whatever he planned.
“Fuck.” Vargr rubbed at his chin. “The both of you…” He groaned and his wings shuffled open, feathers brushing against the metal before he lowered them again. Not enough space, of course, dickhead.
She smiled with her eyes only, a subtle taunting.
“Want in after all, boy? Got a hard dick? Tsk.” Without rising, Rutger dragged her shirt and the remains of her bra from her.
“Call me boy again, and I’ll kick your ass, you suped-up Pan.”
With his mouth on her belly, Rutger kissed her there even as he laughed, struggling with his amusement.
That they talked over her, she didn’t care anymore. She was lost to the sensations and wound her hands onto Rutger’s blue-blue horns, strangling them, breathing in staccato as he bit, kissed, licked his way over her mons.
“Fuck.” Her breath hitched for he’d reached her clit and sucked.
Her jeans were at her ankles by then, and he ran his hands from her ass to her thighs to her knees, then down her lower legs, making goosebumps rise. She shivered as her jeans were removed along with the boots. But his mouth had stopped its work.
She wriggled. “Keep going. Please.”
“You need me? After all? No more arguing?”
The beaster’s assured smile vied with her natural inclination to taunt him.
“I need you. Keep going. Or else.” She pulled at his horns, attempting to bring his mouth to her.
“Uh-uh. You two are going to be nice to each other. If you’re staying, Vargr?” He eyed the other male. “You have to join in.”
“Oh hell. Hard bargain, asshole.” He pushed off the wall with his shoulder. “I’ll hold her down. You fuck her, and I’ll do anything else that strikes me as worthwhile in the moment.”
“Deal. Just know that when I find a giant dildo, I’m training her for ass fucking with my cock, not yours. Unless that tempts you?”
“Hey. What? Offering me to him like that is not okay.” She’d barely decided this was okay—him being here at all.
Vargr had stepped in closer, and now he trapped her wrists and began to haul them upward, until they were going above her head. As he did so, she thought about yelling at him or spitting, but her one excruciating problem was that this, him holding her while Rutger played, it had melted her, had reduced her to so much willing flesh.
Fuck.
Close-up, he eyed her, eyebrow cocking upward and his dark smile radiating an attitude that both riled her and somehow did the opposite.
“Damn you,” she whispered.
“My pleasure.”
The fucker.
“Shhh.” Rutger’s thumbs were prying apart her flesh, her pussy, fingers slip-sliding in her wetness. “Be good for us. You know you like being held down, fucked while you protest, while we do bad fucking things to you.”
Stunned, she looked down, and the devil in Rutger’s eyes made her heart falter. He’d nailed it in one.
Just, hell and damnation, she hadn’t thought she’d let Vargr watch, or put his hands on her. Not yet. The bastard had deserted her.
Fingers plunged into her pussy.
“Oh. Fuck.” She’d whispered that in a lame attempt to not be too obvious, but had also arched, and her hands were opening and closing as she tried to yank them from Vargr’s grasp. She couldn’t, which was absolutely perfect.
Denying them was imperative, but Rutger was making busy, turning her on, finger-fucking her. She opened her legs some more, clenched her toes, and rocked onto the balls of her feet, unsure if this was better than pretending to Vargr she wasn’t actually fucking aroused.
Ugh. No. Couldn’t.
Her eyelids fluttered as she pushed her lower body onto Rutger’s fingers and mouth. More. Undoing her brain in one sly move, Rutger worked another finger inside her.
She moaned softly, turning her face away from Vargr, unable to stop feeling what was being done to her below.
“Just so we’re clear. I’m not fucking you, needy bitch,” he whispered an inch from her ear. “I just wanna see him screw you until you’re shaking and crying out because he’s inside you. Let me make it plain I’m doing this for me.”
The flick of Rutger’s tongue over her clit made her shudder, and she turned and saw Vargr watching her face, intently, as if later there’d be a test. The bondmating had him by the throat too. Blue balls, whatever. He was compelled, just as she was, and that fact destroyed her last piece of rebellion…
Him watching her be fucked had just become the hottest thing ever.
Later he’d be jerking off like crazy.
That pleased her.
His eyes narrowed.
“Here’s the full deal, Rutger. Don’t make her come, just fuck her, or I leave,” Vargr growled out. “Besides, time is short. Willow is waiting.”
Below, everything ceased. Crap. She looked down at Rutger and found he was rising. No. No, no, no.
“He’s right.” He shrugged.
“What? Nooo.” It would take seconds to get her off. Cyn squirmed on the wall. Rutger actually grinned.
“Over here.” Matter-of-factly, as if she was a doll, Vargr dragged her to the hood of the car then sat on it and forced her over his lap.
She could have kicked and screamed. Could have given them both bloody faces, put holes in them, but this wasn’t about suffering, it was about fucking, and she was really keen on the latter.
Definitely when her bondmates forced her into it.
Her clit was aching so badly, and Vargr’s hand was wrapped in her hair so tightly that it hurt, yet she dreaded him removing it. With his other hand wrenching her hands into the small on her back she was held where they both wanted her—ass up, naked.
Rutger kicked apart her feet and shoved a thumb into her sopping entrance and squeezed , and with that she fell into fucking…
Heaven. That first breach of her cunt. The shove of cock parting her. She gasped, tensed. The world froze in appreciation. Then she stuck her butt higher, whimpering as Rutger slammed in again.
She’d swear her pussy had felt the thrust of his spiked cock even before he’d poised himself behind her, before he’d probed at her wet entrance then stuck it in minus any ceremony at all.
Vargr tightened his holds. “Hell fuckin’ yeah. Go for it man. Make her squirm.”
He went for it, ramming deep until it was almost too much for her to bear, stretching her past redemption. She wriggled and achieved nothing, held in Vargr’s vice-grip on her hair and wrists and Rutger’s at hip and ass.
Her sounds were a mix of gasps, squeaks, and pitiful moans. Her thighs parted further as she strived to be the perfect target for this very large cock. The jarring smack of his muscular body into her butt and legs was almost enough to make her orgasm as she was sandwiched between him and Vargr. The erection on Vargr was obvious and rubbed on her arm. She arched and sobbed, and was fucked so thoroughly her eyeballs rolled up. When Rutger finally… finally, erected those spikes and blasted his full load of come into her, she heard Vargr chuckle at her choked cry.
She hung her head, panting, until Vargr dragged it up again.
“Fuck.” Rutger groaned, ran his raked fingers down her sweaty spine, his cock pulsing with the last squirt of come. “Fuck that was good.” She heard him stagger upright, felt the pull of his cock from inside her. “You make a good handler Vargr. I don’t think I need you for anything but that in future.”
A taunt that far surpassed her own. The silence ripened.
Despite her exhaustion a smile broke across her lips.
Vargr barked out a laugh. “Dream on. I’ll fuck her. One day, when it’s my goddamned decision. This murderous girl is not governing me.”
As his fingers loosened in her hair, she considered her next words which were going to be atrocious, but she licked her lips and said them anyway. “If I had a gun now, I’d shoot you again.”
Bad me, bad me, her brain screamed at her.
He leaned down until nose to nose with Cyn. “Now you went and ruined it.”
Then he stood and dumped her off his lap onto her hands and knees. “See you out there, Rutger.”
As the sound of his footsteps dwindled, Rutger groaned. He tucked away his cock, zipped up.
She shifted onto her butt and sat leaning against the car remains. “Bad? No, I know I was.” She pouted.
“Why? What the fuck, Cyn. Any other words would’ve been better.”
“I know. He just… is being an ass, though I get why.” She did, very much so. With her elbows on her knees she stuck her fingers into her hair, and she peered up at Rutger. “But I don’t know how to fix it. Yes, I shot him. I don’t even remember it very well. Really, I don’t. He’s right, maybe I did see him as nothing?”
After a sigh, Rutger sat beside her and hugged her to him, warming both her body and her heart. This was what Vargr used to do.
She blinked sadly at the opposite junk wall.
“That you are bothered by that is good. We both know killing a Ghoul Lord is worth doing, so we are just going to have to hone your methods. Yes?” He kissed the top of her head. “I said I would interrogate you on this, didn’t I? Willow is waiting, but we can talk a bit longer. Without going all gestapo on you, tell me more. You didn’t see Tom or Vargr?”
She shook her head. “No. Or not as who they are. It was over fast, and all I really remember seeing was a whole lot of people and him, the Thing, the Ghoul Lord in a skin suit.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I want to find out who I am,” she added softly, still staring unfocused at the wall of squashed-together vehicles. “But what if what I am is not something I can bear?”
He gathered her even closer, until she was so tightly held she could barely breathe. “It’s what most of us fear, I think, deep down. All we can do is soldier on. Even before the invasion people worried about shit they couldn’t control. It wasn’t good then and isn’t now. You are a good person at heart, Cyn. I am sure of that.”
Words, more words, though she did feel an easing of her worries.
“Just try to stop reminding Vargr of your errors. I almost had him back with us.”
She sighed then patted his hand. “Let’s return.” Cleaning up was going to be a bitch. She rose and began picking up her clothes. The bra was a write-off… She frowned at Rutger.
He shrugged then stripped off his shirt and unhooked a water canteen from his waist. “Use it to clean up.”
“Thanks.” Though the amount of come he produced was more than average. If only men could make it vanish afterward.
Next time, she must bring a change of clothes and fuck next to a working shower? She turned the canteen over in her hands, unscrewed the lid, then chose to tip water onto the defunct bra and not his shirt. “You know Vargr saw red wings on me? Yet I don’t see how that can be.”
“No. Me neither. That also worries you? If it happens again, think on it. Besides, what would it matter? Wings are generally a good thing except when people forget they have them and get them caught on doorways.”
“I don’t know. It just does.”
She left the topic there, unable to say why it was niggling her. Rutger was right. This world was full of uncertainties. Worry when things landed in your lap, not before.