Chapter 21
Twenty-One
Hanna
Ifound myself trapped between them, my ass still stinging as Kaelan pushed the top of my pants down eagerly, palming the reddened skin. Kaelan kissed me as if he might devour me, all-consuming, but then, that was always his way.
Dare stood with his palm splayed over the small of my spine, drawing me up against his chest, making my pulse stutter with the pressure and the warmth of his body.
With his other hand, he slid the straps of my chemise down, one by one, hooking the top under one breast so he could study my breast with a ravenous gaze.
“I was just telling our queen that she has to fight the goddess,” Dare said mildly. “Because her body is ours.”
“Does she need to be reminded?” Kaelan asked, taking my braid in his hand to turn my head so he could kiss my throat. He controlled my head with gentle, but firm movements, so he could kiss me everywhere he wished.
“I’m right here,” I reminded him, my tone playful rather than irritated. “You could ask me.”
“Don’t be mouthy with Kae,” Dare warned me, complete with another spank, which drew an outraged breath from me. Dare was always mouthy with Kaelan, but apparently, they were going to form a team now.
Kaelan’s mouth found my nipple and closed around it, tongue flicking with sudden roughness.
I gasped, the sound half-swallowed by Dare mouth on mine.
His tongue teased against the seam of my lips, nudging them open, and then thrust inside; it felt as if I were being dominated by the two of them completely, trapped between their two hard bodies and rough clothing, left with nothing I could do but accept their adoration. I fucking loved it.
Dare drew my chemise off, tugged it free, leaving me in only the lace shorts, which Kaelan had already unfastened. The fabric caught at my thighs, and Kaelan used it as a handhold, dragging me up onto my tiptoes so Dare could hook his arm under my ribcage and lift. Then I was naked between them.
Dare dragged me against his body, his leather trousers rough against my thighs and pussy as his leg parted mine.
Kaelan caught my chin, his mouth pressing the corner of mine. “Are you going to be our good girl?”
“Probably not,” I murmured, and his eyes lit with desire. I almost grinned. Gods, the man lived to punish me, and I might just live for his rough hands and sweet mouth.
“Brat,” Dare murmured.
Kaelan picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder easily, and carried me toward the bed. He landed a few smacks across my ass as he went, then lay me gently on the bed, setting me face down. “If she’s not going to be good, then I suppose we’ll have to tie her up.”
I tried to rise to my hands and knees, but Kaelan pushed me down, just as Dare’s magic shimmered into being.
He took my wrist in his hand, but the other wrist was caught in the golden strands of his magic.
He drew my arms apart, pinning them to the corners of the bed; I felt his magic circle my ankles, spreading them apart.
I let out a gasp at the feeling of being spread open, exposed and vulnerable.
“Such a beautiful pussy,” Kaelan mused. The two of them seemed to take their time, standing at the end of the bed now, leaving me to wiggle slightly with need. “And I think I like her ass best like that. A little bit marked up.”
“We could keep her that way,” Dare mused. “We could do this every night.”
“Do what?” I said over my shoulder. “Admire yourselves and your handiwork?”
I couldn’t quite see what Kaelan was doing behind me as the bed sank with the weight of his body, moving up the mattress toward me. “Still so mouthy.”
I could still move, a little, enough to buck my hips as Kaelan’s tongue circled my clit, enough to writhe when Dare pinched my nipples, but the freedom was an illusion. The ropes flexed and tightened with every motion, reading my mind as well as Dare always could.
Kaelan worked me expertly, tongue inside me, then back up to the hard knot of my clit, fingers joining in when he wanted to change tempo. I tried not to make noise, but it was impossible. I was loud, and I didn’t care who heard. I heard myself beg, in a voice that barely sounded like mine.
Dare leaned over, his face in my hair. “Do you want to come?” he asked, as if he didn’t already know the answer.
“Yes. Please—”
Kaelan obliged, and I came so hard the ropes dug into my flesh, holding me together when I would have shattered. My orgasm left me boneless, but the ropes supported me, rolling me onto my side so Dare could kiss me, slow and deep.
Kaelan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he surveyed me, his eyes dark with need. “What else can your rope magic do?” he asked Dare.
Dare grinned. “I’m so glad you asked.”
And the ropes, warm and tingling, snaked around my torso, winding tighter, pinning my arms to my sides.
Then they lifted until my toes dangled above the floor, suspended between the two men.
I struggled, feeling the ropes supporting my body in knots all down my front, between my breasts and supporting them above and below, leaving them pert and ready for Dare’s mouth; there was a rope against my left lip, teasing it with friction, but still leaving me exposed for them.
Kaelan’s eyes went wide. “Fuck. You’re a work of art.”
Dare laced his fingers in my hair—close to the scalp, where it hurt just enough to make me gasp—and steered my head forward.
He tapped the head of his cock against my lips, wetting them, and then slid in.
Not all at once, but with the steady inexorability of a man used to claiming what he wanted.
The taste of him hit me at the same moment the ropes tightened, holding me perfectly still, all my options reduced to compliance and the possibility of bliss.
He didn’t let me get clever. He plunged deeper, using both hands to guide me, rocking my head in time with his thrusts.
I was pinned, suspended in midair, my body nothing but a conduit for his pleasure.
Every gag and gasp was met with murmured approvals and whispers of what a good girl I was, how I was his, all his, and never the goddess’s.
The goddess did not appear in my mind to argue with him.
Kaelan, for his part, circled around behind me, taking his time.
He pressed his cheek to my ass and kissed it like a benediction, then bit down, sharp enough to make my lips part in a gasp around Dare’s cock.
Kae licked the mark, soothing it, and then raked his nails down my thighs, leaving red tracks that tingled against the cool air.
I felt utterly exposed: ass in the air, wrists pinned tight, legs helplessly parted by the magic.
Kae wasn’t gentle. His fingers found me, already wet and swollen from his earlier attentions, and he worked two inside without warning.
I moaned around Dare’s cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable, and Kaelan rewarded me with a slow, obscene twist of his hand.
He fucked me with his fingers until I was slick and trembling, then withdrew them.
There was a pause, a brief nothingness, and then the head of his cock pressed against me, hot and blunt, impossible to ignore.
The stretch was a shock, all sense of control vanishing in an instant. Kaelan went slow, but not out of mercy; he wanted me to feel every inch of him as he slid in.
My body resisted, then yielded, and he sank in to the hilt, his hips pressed flush against my ass. I arched, as much as the restraints would allow, desperate for more and less at once. The magic read my need and adjusted, tilting my pelvis to give him a better angle, amplifying every new sensation.
Dare’s grip tightened in my hair, and he pulled me off his cock just long enough for me to gasp a breath.
“Good girl,” he said, voice thick with pride and anticipation. “Take him. Take both of us.” And then he fed himself back into my mouth, a little deeper this time, his eyes locked on mine as if daring me to look away.
Kaelan started to move, slow at first, then settling into a rhythm that bordered on punishing.
He knew how to use leverage; each thrust forced me a fraction forward, and the magic countered by pulling me back, making me a pendulum of sensation.
The friction was almost unbearable, my entire body made of raw nerves and want.
Dare wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb, then used the same hand to stroke my jaw, guiding my pace.
He was gentle when he wanted to be, but even his version of gentleness was a controlled burn.
He didn’t shove, but he didn’t coddle either; he held me exactly where he wanted me, and let Kaelan set the rhythm.
A strange equilibrium emerged: the push and pull of Kaelan’s cock, of Dare’s cock in my mouth, the ceaseless tension of the ropes.
The sensation built and redoubled, pleasure and helplessness so intense that I lost track of who was making what noise, whose hands belonged to whom, or even where my own body ended and theirs began.
Dare’s hand cupped my jaw, guiding my rhythm as he moved in and out of my mouth, careful not to choke me but determined to test my limits.
The second time I came, it was a full-body shudder, impossible and endless, every muscle drawn tight as wire and then released so suddenly I was paralyzed by it, heart hammering, vision flat white with afterimage of flame.
Kaelan’s hands gripped my hips with a punishing force, holding me impaled as he lost himself inside me, a low snarl breaking from his throat.
Dare’s fingers tightened in my hair at the same instant, pulling me down onto him, filling my mouth with the sweet-salt of his climax.
Only the ropes held me together; without them I might have flown apart like smoke.
Then the ropes dissolved. I landed on the bed in a tangle of exhaustion and silk, curling instinctively around the satisfied throbbing between my legs.
Kaelan collapsed beside me, his body damp and golden, every inch of him lit by sweat and candlelight. For a second he lay on his back, eyes wide in disbelief at his own pleasure, then he rolled toward me with a grin so bright it felt dangerous.
He ran his fingers down my spine, lazy and unhurried, until I shivered again, unable to stop the aftershocks from overtaking me.
“Next time,” he said, voice thick, “I’m having Dare dangle you from the ceiling. See how long you can last then.”
Dare climbed in on the other side of me, drawing my head onto his shoulder. “That’s an excellent idea.”
“You two are ganging up against me?” I demanded. “How dare you.”
Dare’s grin was sharp. “You looked as if you could take much more.”
“We’ll find out soon.” Kaelan put his hand over my breast, his calloused palm rough against the tender skin, and my hips arched despite myself. His lips brushed my ear. “Tell that goddess you’re ours.”
And in that moment, grounded in my body between these two men, I knew I always would be.