Page 11 of The Possession
Ian sat beside them with his legs stretched out and crossedat the ankles, his eyes fixated on Savannah’s face. I could see the awe in his features, the unrestrained desire to take her again coming through the vein throbbing on his neck. She’d just given him one hell of an orgasm, and already he was thickening against his trousers.
He glanced at me then, likely feeling the weight of my stare on him. His sapphire gaze held a series of questions underlined in undeniable respect.
I’d warned him over dinner that Savannah was unique. Hell, I’d told him about her months ago. But he’d chosen to believe this was just another of my passing fancies.
Tonight, however, I could see the understanding crossing his features.
Savannah was absolutely mine.
And now he knew why.
Declan shifted his grip on her abruptly, rolling her onto the bed, his mouth secured between her thighs. She yelped as her back hit the headboard, causing my hand to tighten around my glass, but Ian’s palm lashed out, saving the back of her head from hitting the wood.
My jaw clenched.
Declan could be rough. But if he broke my toy, we’d exchange words.
Just as I was starting to question my decision about introducing them, Savannah erupted on a scream that had me instantly hardening behind my zipper. Normally, she tried to swallow her pleasure unless given permission to cry out, but whatever Declan had done with his mouth and fingers had sent her skyrocketing into ecstasy.
Rather than punish her, I remained in my chair.
She’d punish herself over concerns of breaking our rule, wondering when I’d exact payment for her scream. And that would qualify as her penance.
Besides, I liked her screams. The rules were really onlythere to give her a reason to misbehave.
Sometimes she enjoyed a good spanking, but I sensed her mood tonight wasn’t as favorable. Nor was I craving such an activity.
Actually, I wanted to try something new.
But not yet.
Declan and Ian weren’t done playing.
“Did you enjoy that, princess?” Ian asked her as she came off her high.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied breathlessly, her tits heaving with her effort to inhale and exhale. I suspected she was still sore from Ian’s rough treatment, but she’d handled him magnificently, just as I knew she would.
Declan shifted back to his knees, his lips glistening from her arousal. “What do you say?” he asked her.
“Thank you, Master Declan.” Her sweet voice made me smile. Always so perfect in her submission. She was a fucking natural.
“Do you mean that?” Declan arched a brow. “Are you willing to prove to me how thankful you are?”
Her hooded gaze took on a sensual gleam. “Yes, Sir.”
Good girl,I thought at her.
“I hoped you would say that, Savannah,” Declan murmured, his innate darkness shadowing him in a black cloud of intention. “Now be an obedient little pet and fetch me some lube. I’m going to need it.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her limbs shook as she moved off the bed and toward her toy chest, demonstrating an erotic mix of exertion and excitement.
I knew my possession. She could take hours of playtime. Although, Declan seemed to unnerve her, perhaps because she sensed the same dominance in him that she did in me. It was why the two of us had stopped sharing years ago; we were both too alpha for one room.
However, tonight was a special occasion.
Which was why I’d invited him here.
He glanced at me from the bed, his dark eyes meeting mine for a long moment, checking in. I gave him a subtle nod to continue.
