Chapter 6
If I’d had the capacity for coherent thought, I might have been horrified by how quickly I’d capitulated.
But I didn’t, so I wasn’t.
Not with Trace’s fangs grazing the sensitive curve of my throat with a possessiveness that made my head spin.
Not with Dominic’s hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he kept me spread open beneath him.
Not with my wrists straining uselessly against the cuffs as I arched and twisted into every single touch they gave me.
I was ready to combust. Ready to come apart at the seams if they didn’t give me what I needed. The ache between my thighs had become unbearable, pulsing insistently and demanding the kind of attention that neither one of them seemed to be in any rush to give me.
I needed more.
So much fucking more.
“Uncuff me. Please. I want to touch you,” I begged, my voice breaking on the last word.
It occurred to me then that I might actually die if they didn’t give me the relief I needed. Was that even a thing? Was there a point where desperate want tipped into something fatal?
Because it sure as hell felt like it.
“Not tonight, angel. I’m afraid those have to stay on,” purred Dominic as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear. “Tonight, your only job is to let us ruin you.”
Trace’s hand stilled against my ribcage as he lifted his head to watch Dominic drag my underwear down my legs.
The fabric slid against my overheated skin with agonizing slowness until he’d pulled them free and tossed them over his shoulder.
Somewhere between one racing heartbeat and the next, I felt Trace’s control snap a second before his hand slipped beneath my shirt, his fingers grazing against my bare skin as he pushed the fabric up and out of his way.
I was completely at their mercy, and I’d never been more turned on in my life. They had me exactly where they wanted me. Pinned beneath them, chained and helpless, and completely exposed.
Dominic’s hands moved back to my thighs, pushing them wider apart as he lowered himself between them, his mouth descending toward me with the kind of controlled intent that turned my bones to liquid.
His breath ghosted over my center and I whimpered, knowing that he was torturing me.
Watching to see how far he could push me before I fell apart beneath him.
“Please,” I whispered, my hips rocking up against the empty air.
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “With pleasure, angel.”
And then his mouth was on me, and the world went white behind my eyes.
I cried out, my back arching off the mattress as pleasure and heat coursed through my blood, stealing whatever breath I had left.
His tongue moved slow at first and then quickened masterfully, finding every sensitive spot and using it against me without mercy.
There wasn’t a single moment of hesitation.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was in no rush to finish it.
I turned my head toward Trace, needing to feel more of him, and he was already there to catch me. His mouth claimed mine like a starving man, swallowing every needy sound I made as Dominic continued to work me with a single-mindedness that had me panting against Trace’s lips.
The dual sensation was overwhelming. Trace’s tongue sliding against mine while Dominic’s moved in perfectly paced strokes between my thighs that had my legs shaking uncontrollably.
My hands pulled uselessly at the chains again, desperate to touch them, to anchor myself to something solid before I unraveled completely.
“That’s it,” murmured Trace, his voice rough with desire as I whimpered desperately against his mouth. “Just let go.”
But I couldn’t. Not yet. The pleasure was building too fast, climbing too high, and I was terrified of what would happen when I finally fell.
Dominic tightened his grip on me, holding me in place as his pace increased, his tongue circling and flicking in ways that made stars burst behind my eyelids. And then when his lips closed around the most sensitive part of me and sucked, I nearly came apart right then.
Strangled words and moans ripped out of me, barely recognizable even to my own ears. “Oh, GOD…”
He hummed against me in response, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through my entire body.
“Please,” I choked out, not even sure what I was trying to say. What I was asking for.
As if knowing, Trace’s mouth dropped lower, trailing kisses down my throat to my chest. His tongue swirled around my peak before I felt the sharp prick of his fangs graze against the swell of my breast.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, thick with hunger.
“Yes, please. Yes,” I pleaded before I even fully understood what he was asking me. Not that it mattered one bit. I wanted all of it. Every touch, every kiss, every flick, every bite.
His fangs instantly sank into the tender flesh just above my breast, and a shock of white-hot pleasure ripped through me like someone had plunged me straight into the sun.
Venom flooded my bloodstream the next second, sparking off every nerve ending I had before tangling with whatever Dominic was doing between my legs until there was nothing left of me but feeling.
No thoughts. No boundaries. No where-I-ended-and-they-began.
Just pleasure and heat and the overwhelming certainty that my body was never going to be the same again after them.
Every slow pull of his mouth sent another wave of heat coursing through my veins, winding itself tighter and tighter inside me until I could barely draw breath around it.
The raw intimacy of the way he fed, the hunger in every last draw of his mouth, made everything feel more real than anything had in days.
“Wait, please. It’s too much. I can’t—” The rest of the protest dissolved into a desperate, wordless cry as Dominic’s tongue hit that spot that made my whole body jerk.
‘Yes, you can,’ drawled Dominic into my mind, his tongue doing things that should have been illegal. ‘You’re being so good for us, angel. Look at you coming undone so prettily for us.’
Holy mother of god, I was right there, hanging on by the thinnest of threads.
Every muscle in my body had pulled taut, my back bowed off the mattress, my thighs trembling uncontrollably.
One more pass of his tongue, one more pull from Trace’s mouth, and I was going over the edge whether I was ready for it or not.
‘Show me how good you are for me, angel. How good you come for me. Let me taste every last drop of you.’
The orgasm tore through me with devastating force, stealing my breath and my vision and every coherent thought I’d ever had.
My body convulsed against the restraints, pleasure crashing over me in waves that didn’t seem to end.
Every time I thought I was finally coming down from it, Dominic’s tongue would drag over me and coax it back up, or Trace’s fangs would sink into me again, and I’d be right back at the peak of it.
And then they’d start over. Different angles, different rhythms, different ways of taking me apart until I’d lost count of how many times I’d come undone between them.
They wrung every last tremor from my body until I was boneless and spent, until the pleasure had burned through every nerve ending and left me floating somewhere beyond my own body.
Only when they were finally done with me, and I with them, did sleep finally pull me under, dragging me into the deepest rest I’d had in months.
Chained and claimed and utterly spent.
* * *
I woke to the sound of steady breathing in my bed. Trace and Dominic were still fast asleep on either side of me, their rhythms just slightly out of sync with each other in a way that somehow left me feeling strangely comforted and reassured.
I lay there without moving for a moment, letting it all sink in.
The chains were still looped around my wrists, the metal cool against my skin, and the room was washed in gray with early morning light filtering in through the curtains.
My body felt spent in the best possible way, pleasantly heavy, every muscle carrying the kind of exhaustion that had nothing to do with sleep or fear.
The voices hadn’t returned during the night.
The second my eyes snapped open, I’d searched inward, combing through the dark recesses of my mind, looking for any trace of them. Any whisper or pull or thread of thought that didn’t belong to me. But there was nothing. Just my own thoughts, clear and uncluttered and entirely mine.
Hope stirred in my chest, fragile but there all the same. Maybe killing Famine had broken whatever pull they’d had on me. Maybe it really was over.
I turned my head to look at Trace sleeping on my left, his arm folded behind his head, his features relaxed in a way they rarely were when he was awake. A pang of tenderness bloomed in my chest at the sight of him, at how much calmer he looked when his guard was down.
Smiling, I turned to look at Dominic on my other side, his eyes closed and his breathing smooth and even, as though he had complete control of himself even in his sleep.
They hadn’t held anything back last night.
They’d ravished me for hours, wringing climax after climax from my exhausted body until I’d begged them to stop.
Until I couldn’t form words anymore. And even after everything, they’d been gentle with me in the end.
Careful with me. Worshipful in a way that made my chest ache even now in the light of day.
I knew the spell was still affecting us.
That it had been there with us last night.
I could feel its presence lingering just beneath the surface of my skin, vibrating with the amplified lust that William’s High Casters’ spell had forced into us without our permission.
It had made everything about last night burn hotter, brighter, and infinitely harder to resist.
But it wasn’t the only driving factor.