Chapter 17
Tamsin
I was tipsy.
Not drunk. The world wasn’t spinning. I wasn’t stumbling either. Just warm and glowing and it felt really good.
We’d told a few more jokes and my ribs still ached from laughing. Eamon had laughed enough that he almost spilled the bourbon, and Bishop… well, Bishop had almost smirked, which might have been the rarest miracle of all.
I leaned back on the bench for a moment, letting the wind lick at my face, letting their voices drift into a low background hum. I could have stayed there, curled between them, warm and adored, forever.
But I wasn’t quite ready to sit still.
“I’m going to check on the grownups,” I exclaimed, sliding to my feet.
Eamon looked up. “You want company?”
I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips. “If I don’t come back in five minutes, assume Elias has tied me to the mast.”
“That’s not as comforting as you think it is,” Nox muttered.
“Don’t wait up,” I teased.
I made my way to the helm, bare feet quiet against the deck boards. The boat’s steady hum vibrated up through my legs, and the wind whipped my hair back in loose strands.
Griff spotted me first. He was leaning against the wall near the helm with his arms crossed and that familiar amused tilt to his mouth.
“Well,” he drawled. “Look who’s full of bourbon and poor judgment.”
“I’ll thank you not to speak about Nox that way,” I replied sweetly.
His grin widened.
Elias was at the wheel, focused but not tense, his stance easy in a way that made me irrationally warm all over again. His dark eyes cut to me the moment I stepped close.
“I thought you were meant to be resting,” he scolded lightly.
“I thought I was the one giving orders,” I whined.
Elias turned slightly, hand still steady on the helm. “You’ve been running yourself into the ground for a week. You finally let yourself rest, and now you’re out here drunk and barefoot.”
“I’m not drunk,” I said, placing a hand on his arm for balance. “I’m just… emotionally relaxed.”
“That’s not a thing,” Elias said.
“It is,” Griff put in. “She’s emotionally relaxed and physically insubordinate.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You know I outrank you.”
Elias’s mouth curved, his expression slowly turning dangerously dark. “Not right now, you don’t.”
Before I could respond, he reached out, caught my wrist, and pulled me gently—but very firmly—into his lap. I gave a surprised laugh as I landed across his thighs, braced on one arm.
“Elias—”
“You came up here looking for attention,” he said. “Now you’ve got it.”
And then his hand playfully swatted my ass.
I gasped.
He did it again.
I let out a sound that might have been a gasp, maybe a laugh, but definitely not a protest.
“She’s blushing,” Griff noted, voice full of delight. “Which is impressive, considering the wind out there.”
“She’s wiggling,” Elias said dryly, giving me another spank. “That means she wants more, right?”
“I came up here to check on you,” I squealed, trying for dignity and failing miserably as Elias shifted his legs and trapped me more securely in place.
“You came up here to see what you could get away with,” he replied, giving me another stinging slap before rubbing the spot soothingly. “And now you’ve found out.”
“You’re both fired,” I muttered into my elbow.
“You can’t fire us,” Elias said. “You chose us.”
“I’m filing a formal complaint,” I said.
“Please do,” Griff said. “I want to see what form you use for ‘my ass was spanked bright red by my overly possessive mates.’”
Elias huffed a quiet laugh and shifted me gently again, careful and unhurried. His touch was firm but respectful as he loosened my grip on his sleeve and murmured, “Hands here,” guiding me to brace myself properly on the floor.
My breath hitched as his knuckles brushed against my hip, then he reached underneath me and undid the buttons of my pants. I didn’t try to stop him. I didn’t want to.
He peeled my pants and panties down in one slow, careful motion, baring me to both his and Griff’s appreciative stare.
“Much better,” Griff said, his grin evident in his voice. “Now I can see how red she gets.”
I buried my face in my elbow, heat blooming over my cheeks. I was helpless, exposed, and more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
Elias rested one hand on my lower back, pinning me against him. The other settled on my ass, squeezing gently.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, little miss Tamsin.”
“I was just having some fun,” I mumbled into the floor, playing into the whole thing.
His palm came down hard enough to make my breath catch. “What was that?”
I lifted my head just enough to glare at him over my shoulder, pouting. “I said I was just having fun, and that’s a stupid reason to get spanked.”
His lips twitched, but his expression stayed stern. “Getting tipsy and sassing your alpha? That’s a paddlin’.”
My cheeks burned, but my clit throbbed. He spanked me again, a little harder this time, the sound echoing in the quiet cockpit. And then again, and again, creating a hot, stinging rhythm that left me breathless and wanting.
“Are you going to behave now?” he asked, his voice a low growl.
“Definitely not,” I blurted out.
“Griff,” he commanded, “take the helm.”
Griff didn’t hesitate. He moved past us, a wicked grin on his face, and took the wheel, but his gaze was locked on us, on me, bare and writhing across Elias’s lap.
“Don’t hold back on her account, boss,” Griff said, his eyes dark with arousal. “Her ass can get much redder than that.”
Elias’s hand came down more firmly after that. I yelped, the stinging pain more than I had anticipated, but the pleasure that came after was just as intense.
“I think she liked that,” Griff observed, his grin widening.
My spanking resumed in earnest after that. I yelped, the sting of it a delicious counterpoint to the ache building between my legs.
“Such a responsive little mate,” Elias murmured, his fingers tracing the heated skin he’d just spanked. “Getting all wet for us while we discipline you.”
As if to prove his point, he slid a long, callused finger between my slick folds. I gasped, my hips bucking, a jolt of pure pleasure shooting through me. He found my clit, already swollen and sensitive, and circled it once, twice, before withdrawing his hand entirely.
I whined in protest.
“Patience,” he chided, delivering another firm slap to my other cheek. “You don’t get to come until you’ve learned your lesson.”
“Then maybe you should spank me a little harder, Daddy,” I sassed.
He let out a low growl. “Oh, I will.”
And he did.
His palm connected with my exposed flesh with a rhythmic precision that left me breathless and squirming.
“Sassy girl,” he said, another stinging slap making me jerk. “Getting tipsy on bourbon and forgetting who’s in charge.”
“Owwww,” I whimpered, my hips lifted, almost seeking out his stinging hand.
Another spank. Harder this time. A deep burning need spread through all my limbs, leaving me panting.
I wanted more.
“I don’t think you’re spanking her nearly hard enough. She was very naughty,” Griff commented.
“Is that right?” Elias asked, his tone dangerously playful.
He spanked me again and again, in quick succession, building a stinging heat that had me biting my lip to keep from crying out. The pain was exquisite, an agonizingly delicious prelude to the pleasure I hoped would follow.
Then his fingers were back between my legs, tracing my slick entrance, teasing me with the promise of penetration.
“Elias…” I breathed, my hips bucking against his hand.
“Tell me what you want, little mate,” he commanded, his fingers stilling their torturous movements.
“You,” I gasped out. “I want you.”
“How?” he pressed, his fingers hovering just above my clit.
“Anything,” I begged. “Everything.”
“Such a greedy girl. But you don’t get to decide. I do.”
With that, he delivered three more quick, stinging slaps to my pussy and I keened in surprise.
“Is she a good shade of red now?” Elias asked Griff.
“Getting there,” Griff drawled, his eyes locked on my backside. “But I think you missed a spot. Right here.” He pointed to a patch of skin on my lower swell, right where my ass cheeks met my thighs.
“Is that so?” Elias mused, and then he slapped me directly in the spot Griff had indicated.
Then his hand gripped my hips a bit more tightly, holding me against his waist close enough so that I could feel his erection against my belly, and then he started spanking me like I was a bad, bad girl and I lost myself to it, to the pain, to the pleasure, to the sensation of being completely dominated by one of my mates.
My mind went quiet and my world narrowed to the sting of Elias’s palm, to the heat building in my bottom, to the throbbing ache between my legs, and to the sound of Griff’s appreciative murmurs.
I felt like I was flying.
The pain was exquisite. Each slap sent a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, making it pulse with a desperate, needy ache. I could feel the damning evidence of my arousal already slick between my thighs, and I knew that he was bound to find that very soon.
I was so lost in the haze of pain and pleasure, I barely registered it when the spanking stopped. I just lay there, panting, across his lap, my bottom hot and throbbing, my body humming with a desperate need for release.
Then I felt the rough denim of his jeans brush against me as he shifted, and a thrill shot through me. He was going to take me. Right here. Right now. With Griff watching.
Elias’s hands, strong and sure, gripped my waist, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.
He settled me on my feet, my legs trembling slightly, my balance off from the onslaught of sensation.
His gaze roamed over my body, and then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my jeans, which were still tangled around my knees, and peeled them and my panties the rest of the way off.
The rough fabric scraped against my heated skin as he pulled them down, and I gasped at the sensation.
Now I was completely bare from the waist down and exposed to the hot gazes of the two alphas in front of me.
“Much better,” Elias murmured, his eyes dark with hunger as he freed his cock.
He lifted me again, and this time, there was no mistaking his intention. He guided me over his straining erection, the broad head nudging against my slick, swollen folds.
I reached out, bracing my hands on his shoulders for balance, my gaze locked with his.
“Look at you,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips, holding me poised above him. “So eager. So ready.”
Then he lowered me onto him.
I cried out as he entered me, the sudden stretch a heady mix of pleasure and pain. He was thick and hard, and the feeling of him filling me so completely, so deeply, was delicious. My inner walls clenched around him, and he groaned with enjoyment.
When I was fully seated, my hips flush with his, I took a shaky breath, adjusting to the sheer size of him, and bit my lip.
“Ride me, little mate,” he commanded.
My body, already primed and aching for release, needed no further instruction. I bounced up and down on his cock slowly, enjoying every thick, hard inch that I took.
The angle was delicious, and the friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I set a steady rhythm, chasing the release that was already building inside me.
Griff’s gaze was fixed on us, on the way Elias’s cock disappeared into me, on the way my body responded to the pleasure. Our eyes met and his own desire was a palpable thing, a dark, hungry heat that only fueled my own.
Elias held my hips tight, guiding me up and down on his cock. Then his palm connected with my ass again.
It stung.
“Ride me harder,” he commanded. “Take all of me. Show me how much you need this unless you want me to search this boat and find something to really paddle your naughty little ass with.”
I cried out as the sting of the slap mingled with the pleasure of his cock filling me. My hips bucked wildly, my movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, little mate?” he growled, landing another slap on my other cheek. “So close to coming all over my cock.”
“Yes,” I gasped, my hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. “Please, Elias… Please don’t paddle me. I’ll be a good girl. Please let me come!”
He spanked me again, harder this time. “You’ll come when I say you can come, and not a moment before.”
A frustrated sob escaped my throat, my body a taut bowstring of need. I was so tantalizingly close, but the release I craved remained just out of reach.
“Pleeeease,” I begged desperately. “I’ll do anything. Just let me come.”
“Anything?” he taunted, his hips bucking up to meet my downward thrust, driving himself even deeper.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear.
“Then come for me, little mate. Come all over my cock. Now!” His final command was punctuated with a volley of sharp cracks to my tender ass that pushed me over the edge.
With a strangled cry, I came. A blinding, white-hot pleasure ripped through me.
My inner walls clamped around him, milking his cock and demanding everything he had to give.
When his knot finally locked us together, my entire body went rigid with blissful satisfaction, pulse after steaming hot pulse surging through me and driving me wild.
Elias’s control finally snapped. With a guttural roar, he drove up into me and I felt the hot rush of his seed filling me, the intimate warmth of it triggering another, smaller wave of pleasure that rippled through my already spent body.
When it was over, I snuggled against him, my face buried in the crook of his neck, my body limp and pliant.
Griff’s deep, appreciative chuckle broke the silence. “Well, that was a sight to behold.”
Elias’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close, one hand stroking my hair in a soothing rhythm, his cock softening inside me. “She was a very good girl after getting her bare ass spanked, wasn’t she?” he murmured, a lazy, satisfied grin in his voice.
I wanted to make a witty retort, but all I managed was a weak, muffled sound against his chest. The bourbon and the intense orgasm had left me feeling numb, and my thoughts were a sluggish, hazy, contented fog. All I could manage to do was wrap my arms around his neck and curl up against him.
“Alright, you two lovebirds,” Griff said, his voice a mix of amusement and command. “Break it up. We’re approaching the coast.”
I stirred, lifting my head, my vision slightly blurry. There was a dark, jagged line on the horizon.
We’d reached land.
The reality of our situation crashed down on me, chasing away the warm, happy buzz of my orgasm. We were here. We were in England. The real fight was about to begin.