24. Daphne The Monster And The Wolfe #2
My throat bobbed, air twisting when Thay smiled and tugged. Only this time, I didn’t stop it. I watched as my leggings swept over the bruise on my knee, until there was only me in a hot pink bra and a pair of black panties.
“How do you think we should make it up to her?” Wolfe asked, forming the question like a dare.
“We could always keep her.”
My stomach tingled, the muscles between my legs tensing at the thought.
“Yes. But she might not believe us,” Wolfe pointed out when Thay’s touch turned inward, sliding to the inner part of my thighs in a long, fluid stroke. “I mean, why would she?” Wolfe’s eyes flared, bits of light and something else swirling inside them.
“Hmmh,” Thay bent my knee and gently placed it over his shoulder. “We could always prove it to her,” Thay said, and Wolfe dropped to his knees beside him, the edges of his eyes burning when he took my other leg and draped it over his head.
“You think this proves that… Oh fuck.” I tried to speak, but the words died when their mouths began to work in a slow flutter, trailing kisses up my thigh. Wolfe’s careful, measured tastes mixing into the hungry pacing of Thay made my mind fall flat in a shaky moan.
“I never wanted to push you away,” Thay said through the faintest nibble. “And there is no universe, Daphne, where I’d ever scrub you from any part of me. You are the only thing that fucking exists.”
Oh, that mouth. It seemed too soft. Too pretty! The way ballgowns lace up the back and create shape out of nothing. The way he made me feel alive, even when everything else held its breath.
“I should have trusted you with my crown,” Wolfe said next.
“Then, built my throne around that choice instead of the one I thought I was protecting you from.” Everything was on the verge of tearing loose.
“I know your Thay’s first,” Wolfe dragged his tongue to the edge of my panties, and Thay smiled against my leg. “But you’re my only.”
Thay broke the thin line of fabric when his lips moved over my clit.
I struggled to think how many times he had lingered there in the past, hovering over my landscape in a terrifying tease.
I arched when he let out a stream of sounds against my core as he tasted me fully for the first time.
It was as if he had been deprived of flavor, and suddenly, his mouth filled with color, drenched in the sugary violence of what he did to me.
I ached, finding the back of his neck and holding him there when Wolfe’s tongue skimmed Thay’s in counter-circles.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, falling, and they both snickered somewhere inside me.
“She is singing for us now!” Wolfe clamped down, always knowing when to keep me on the edge of his torment.
“Nah.” Thay’s fingers pumped, and I shuddered, the sensation of them crowning in on me from every corner. “Now she’s singing.”
It was too much. This couldn’t be real!
My eyes cracked open just enough to see the river of muscles stretching along their necks as they worked to obliterate me. God, they were otherworldly, like breathing shadows eating up the dark.
“Come for me, Daph,” Thay coached, throwing the flat of his palm over the center of my stomach. He knew I loved it when he touched me there, and my thighs squeezed.
“Oh, she fucking likes that,” Wolfe sucked while Thay drank, and I wilted into the tiny stars forming along the edges of the cabin wall.
All of me was burning, folding in on itself.
“Break in my mouth,” Thay demanded, and my body complied, painting reds across the purple. Almost there. “Show me what it tastes like when you cry.”
“Thay,” his name tumbled out of me, before parting into “Silas.”
Wolfe beamed, his breath hitting me in all the right places as they sucked, circled, and bit.
Nothing made sense, and yet everything seemed vibrant. I twisted, my hips levitating, when every sound in the room collapsed, and my entire soul broke into a million shivering stars.
“Holy fucking hell!” Thay growled, drinking me through the body rush, while Wolfe’s mouth kept me in the spiral. “You fucking asshole,” Thay peered up between my legs, grabbing Wolfe by the throat. “I should fucking kill you for knowing her this way.”
It shouldn’t have turned me on. The way his hands worked down Wolfe’s neck, or the measured fuck, searing in his eyes at the glimmering pressure stroking near his windpipe.
But it did.
Thay rose between us, the stretch of his cock pulsing at the seam of his pants.
“Do be a good little dog, and remove my belt, Wolfey,” he turned, and to my surprise, Wolfe’s hand went up in compliance.
Fucking hell, a fresh wave of heat blistered inside me when my entire body shivered.
“And my button,” he arched a brow, noting the way Wolfe’s eyes darkened, “with your mouth.”
I whimpered when Wolfe smiled, swept over the golden piece of metal, and broke it free with his tongue.
“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” He dragged a rough hand down the center of his lip. “Such a good fucking boy taking what isn’t yours to take!” Thay squeezed his cheeks, and Wolfe breathed low.
And that is when I realized the entire world bowed at Thay’s feet.
Not just me
“Now here is what I would like you to do,” he crouched. “I want you to strip bare, drag this chair beside Daph’s bed, and put your ass in it. Then, I want you to take my belt and lay it over your lap. Think you could do that?”
“Why?” I asked, hot and storming, unsure how to think.
“Oh, because he’s going to watch me fuck you. Watch your body take me… the way your mouth moves, the way you scream… the way I break you down and build you back up again. I want Wolfe to see exactly what I do to you, so that he never forgets his fucking place. Or that you’re mine.”
Wolfe smirked, and the entire cabin caught fire.