27
EZLA
“Fuck,” I hiss, pleasure and mild pain sweeping through me as pressure forces itself against my asshole before the crown of Cooper’s thick cock pushes past the tight ring of muscle.
“Ah, shit. You’re fucking gripping me so tight, Vengeance.”
Rocking back, I try to take more of him, wanting the entire length of him in one go, but his hold on my waist tightens, stilling me.
Growling, I whip my head around to curse him and anything to do with him, ready to threaten him even if, deep down, I know I could irritatingly never go through with a single one—
He sighs, appearing torn between pain and pleasure, teeth gritted at the feel of me around him. “Just give me a minute, HC. I don’t want to hurt you, okay?”
Pursing my lips, I nod stiffly. But I do wriggle a little, letting out a small sound of pleasure at Tate’s massive girth in my pussy.
“Fuck yeah, Havoc, move those hips for me. Fucking stunning,” he grunts, the vibrations of his chest beneath my palms trembling through me, and I shiver.
But still, I say, “Patience, my beast.”
A delighted gasp leaves me in the next moment when Cooper sinks further inside me with a deep groan of agonised pleasure. “Jesus fuck, that is tight,” he repeats in a low hiss this time.
“Don’t rub against my dick, fuckface,” Tate warns darkly. “That’s my Havoc’s only.”
“I’m not bloody trying to,” Cooper shoots back, before grunting when I clench purposely around the two of them.
“Be calm. He is nowhere near your cock—my cock—Tate.”
Forgetting about my grumpy one at once, he licks his lips greedily. “Fuck yeah, it’s yours, baby. All yours.” His arms strain like he’d forgotten he was bound, and his face darkens. “Let me touch you. Let me touch your hot little body, Havoc.”
“And why— Yes, Cooper.” My forehead drops to Tate’s heated skin as my grumpy one finally pushes all the way inside me, balls flush against me.
Rolling his hips so that I feel him rubbing against my inner walls, I moan in response into my beast’s chest, who groans himself with a, “God, fucking please. One arm, at least. Please, baby.”
I only need a moment of pondering to decide I have tortured him enough.
He has done exceptionally well, though I have noticed he has never been as jealous during sexual contexts anyway.
He has also come into a fairly comfortable acceptance of his circumstances.
However, I do believe this was a nice touch to further solidify that progress.
Stretching out my arms, I get to work on his right wrist.
The moment my beast’s arm is free, he grabs me, corded arm banding around my waist. In other situations, I might feel threatened, but a thrill shoots through me at his need for me and the possessive hold.
Despite the way he is trapping me, I do not feel restrained or confined.
I do not feel captured or supressed like I do with my fath— with Joseph.
I only feel a writhing ache within me in the form of unignorable need, and something I am feeling more and more of where my black heart resides, an odd warmth I refuse to think about too much, refuse to label.
“Hell yeah, Havoc. Fucking mine. Ours.” Tate’s voice like gravel has a thrill shooting down my spine.
Humming, I order, “Give me the pleasure I deserve. Fuck me with your cocks.”
Cooper’s palm runs down the centre of my back, and I let out a breathy sound at the fullness as he shifts inside me.
“Yeah, Vengeance? You want us to give it to you? Same as last time with me and Scotty?” Hips rolling subtly, the ridges of his cock rub against my walls deliciously, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, lashes fluttering.
Eyes falling closed, I rock myself back and forth, and both men let out deep groans as they slide in and out of me. Opening them again, I confirm, “The same.”
Chains clanking reminds me of Tate’s still-bound wrist, and I efficiently reach over to release him completely, sighing in pleasure as his other muscle-heavy arm crushes me to him and he slams his hips up with a loud sound of rapture.
Lips attaching themselves to my neck in a flash, he sucks his marks into the skin there as he shoves up into me without waiting for Cooper to attempt to catch up, and I moan humiliatingly wantonly, yet I cannot bring myself to stop when the pleasure is so great.
“Fucking Christ, slow the bloody hell down.” Secure hold moving to my hips, Cooper tries to match Tate’s pace, and my eyes roll back in my head at the overload of sensations.
Completely dismissing him, my beast thrusts up into me without restraint, the stretch of him painfully delicious.
The balls of his frenum piercings stroke my insides, winding me higher and higher, and I do so appreciate him getting pierced for me—though I do have a vague thought I cannot hold on to in this current moment of ecstasy which begs me to hunt down and murder whoever thought they could put their hands on what belongs to me to give them to him.
“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust, thrust, thrust. Tate’s breath on my skin is hot and moistens my skin as he pants and grunts against me, each sound sending crackling energy through every nerve cell within me.
Cooper has managed to somehow match his rhythm, fingers digging into my skin as he hammers into me ruthlessly from behind, the lewd wet slap of our bodies colliding a symphony I find wonderfully arousing, turning up the degrees in the room to draw moisture from my pores.
“Fuck, you’re filthy, HC,” he pants, his cock pulsing inside of me as he hears my thoughts.
“Fucking hot hearing us joining, Havoc,” Tate adds his own opinion.
“I can hear how wet your sweet little cunt is. You’re dripping all over me.
” He doesn’t flinch when Cooper forces his hand into the tight space between our bodies, seeking out my clit, only continues, “I dreamed about this all night, every night. I knew you’d want my seed in you, knew we’d make the best sounds when we collided over and over and over again. ”
Shuddering, my breathing becomes more laboured, and I move my hands to his firm, broad shoulders, gripping on tight.
At the same time, Cooper’s rough fingers locate my bundle of nerves, and he wastes no time in rubbing the hardened nub rapidly in tight circles.
In response, I can only rasp his name, nails biting into Tate’s skin as the two of them pound away like their lives depend on it.
And maybe they do, because I think maybe I truly would not have enough mind to prevent myself from killing them if either of them stopped in this moment and took this pleasure, this euphoria, away from me.
“Mine, mine, mine, mine . . . Ours, ours, ours, ours . . .” Tate chants in time with his pumping hips, his pelvis smacking into mine with each deep, forceful thrust.
Moaning in a raspy voice that I would not believe could have come from me a month ago, I can only absorb all that my Bonds are giving me.
It is truly a shame that I can no longer bring myself to hurt any of my men, because now more than ever, I do so wish I could peel back the layers of their skin to be able to collect something from inside each one of them to wear on me at all times, maybe in jewellery so that I could always hold a physical piece of them with me, solidifying my ownership of them, binding them further to me.
My hips jerk and I curse beneath my breath as Cooper pinches my clit harshly before rubbing it again, harder this time.
It causes my stomach to contract, muscles squeezing around him and my beast, and drawn-out broken groans fill my ears just as my body begins to tremble in time with my frantically pounding heart’s increasing beats.
Tate moves one thick arm from his embrace to grip onto my backside, kneading the flesh roughly, and I struggle to inhale a proper breath, spice and musk seeping into me with every gasp of air I do manage to feed my lungs with.
“You close, Vengeance?” Cooper’s voice is heavy, breaths choppy, and I know he is nearing his peak, too.
Letting my eyes fall closed once more, I bury my face in Tate’s neck, moaning out a vague “yes” in response as I open my mouth to gift my beast’s skin with a harsh, lasting bite.
“Shit!” he bellows, his muscles going taut beneath my teeth, rapture slamming into me through our connection. “Fucking fuck! Fuck, yes. Bite me. Fucking devour me, baby.”
“Christ,” Cooper spits out, the hammering of his hips never slowing. “So bloody vicious. Do you like this, HC? You like your little holes being stretched out?”
Delight and anticipation spill into me as I am reminded of my earlier desire. “Yes. Get in my pussy.”
Cooper’s thrusts stagger, completely falling out of rhythm with a still-pounding-away Tate. “Vengeance—”
“I will not take no for an answer. I already let you use lube. I am close to coming, and I would like to do so on both of your cocks.”
“Fucking hell, Ezla,” he hisses through clenched teeth but, luckily for his physical and emotional well-being, obeys quickly.
A sense of loss is an oddly felt feeling for a beat as his thickness leaves me, and his hands reposition themselves before pressure pushes against my front entrance.
Tate finally stills, as if only just realising what is about to happen. “Havoc,” he rumbles, and I slip into his mind to see exactly what is going on.
Finding the issue quickly, I tell him, “This is you working together to give me pleasure in a way I have not yet experienced. I have never had two men in my pussy at the same time before—I would like you and Cooper to be my first. I know how obsessed you are with me and only me, and I know you do not want to even accidentally brush skin with anyone else, but this is not any kind of betrayal; I am still the only one you will be focused on, the only one you will be pleasuring and feeling, and I know that the majority of the time, you have only wanted to bash my grumpy one’s skull in. ”
A scoff comes from behind me. “Thanks, Tate.”