I darted forward, aiming a punch to his gut. My aim was true and he huffed at the impact, but caught my wrist before I could move away. The moan I let out was pitiful, and Shan released me instantly. “Gods, did I hurt you?”
The same fist connected with his stomach again. He growled, but this time I was too quick and he didn’t catch me. “That’s how you’re going to play it? Seriously? I thought I’d hurt you.”
“I assure you, almost nothing could hurt me right now. I’m way too turned on. If you want a safe word, though, Daddy, if I say blueberry I actually want you to let me go.”
Going for him again, he saw me coming and dodged, catching me around the shoulders and hugging me. It pinned my arms to my sides and pressed his hard cock against the small of my back, making me whimper. When he moved one arm to put me in a headlock, my head spun from the amount of desire rushing through me. Did we really need to fight after all? Maybe what I wanted was for him to hold me like this.
“There we go,” he murmured, holding me tight as my body relaxed into the dominant hold. “This is what you wanted, huh? You don’t have to try to fight me to get this. All you have to do is ask, scrappy.”
“I like it better if you force me into it.”
He groaned. “Fuck. Fine. As long as we have the safe word, I can hold you like this anytime you like.”
Caspian walked in, Nolan’s scent no longer filtering in from the hallway. He closed the door behind him and blinked when he saw us, my lax body being held up by Shan. “It’s so fucking hot when he grabs me like that,” he said, barely pausing.
Settling down on the bed, he spread open some blankets and tossed some pillows against the headboard. His eyes never left us, and I bucked my hips back against Shan to get his attention back on me. I was needy and I didn’t love it, but these were the best possible men to be needy with.
Shan’s grip tightened on my throat and I groaned, trying to grind against his cock. He didn’t let me, holding me so I was grinding on nothing but air. Trying to thrash, his grip kept me fairly still. His breath washed over my ear as he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the back of my shoulder. “For a second, I thought you were done fighting.”
“Never.”
“Oh, you’ll be done soon. I won’t tolerate fighting while I’m fucking you. You might hurt yourself.”
I growled. “That’s half the fucking point.”
“No. That’s not the kind of pain I want you to be in.”
Pushing me forward, he grabbed my arms and had Caspian hold them. Then he tore down the incubus’ boxer shorts and bent me in half, my mouth hovering over Caspian’s cock and my ass sticking out. I released a little whimper and had my tongue on him in seconds. “Hold her,” he told Cas. “She’s getting a spanking, and she’s going to choke on your cock while she does.”
I took him into my mouth, humming around his length. With my arms restrained, I didn’t have complete control over my movements and if he thrust into my mouth, I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I wanted him to.
Shan’s hand cracked across my ass unexpectedly and I nearly choked, trying to gasp around Caspian’s thick length. Caspian’s grip tightened on my arms, as if he was expecting me to try to pull away. Normally I might, but at the moment fuck no. This was everything I’d wanted. Being in heat with two Alphas in the room, two who wouldn’t mark me without my permission. Yeah, I finally trusted them enough to say that with certainty.
Whether I would try to mark them was another story. Caspian’s neck was looking tempting, specifically the open spot right beside where Shan had marked him.
“Fuck her mouth, Cas.”
“I don’t want to hurt her,” Cas said hesitantly.
I went down far enough to swallow around his cock, making him groan. “Does she look like she’s hurting?” Shan asked.
His fingers slipped across my pussy lips and I whimpered, shaking my ass at him. He followed up the cruel tease with another smack. “You can pull off if it’s too much, right?” Caspian asked me. “I might get a little out of control. You smell so good.”
Pulling off, I licked my lips and proved that I did, in fact, have the range of motion to do it. “I want you to come down my throat while he spanks me,” I said, and his face flamed. “It’s a blessing that you can come almost as many times as I can.”
“OK,” he said. “I never thought about it, but I guess I’ll be well-fed after your heat.”
I slid back down his length, not answering. With the ambient sexual energy in the air, he would be sated for a week. That wasn’t even mentioning how many times he was going to feed on my orgasms.
Shan’s hand cracked against my ass again and I jolted, groaning. He needed to hit me harder, but I wouldn’t beg for it. I would get his rough hands eventually, after he’d worked up to it.
When Caspian’s hips thrust up, shoving his cock down my throat, I choked and thrashed a bit, but didn’t pull back. It became a back and forth between the two men. Cock down my throat, then a rough smack to my ass cheeks and upper thighs. Repeat. Sometimes Shan would sneak in an extra spank and I would get both at the same time. I would never admit it, but that was my favourite. All at once.
My ass was stinging with every touch and my thighs were slick with my juices by the time Shan’s cock slid along my folds. I moaned and pushed back, not expecting him to give me what I wanted yet.
To my surprise, he did. He thrust into me, burying himself deep and rubbing his knot against my opening. I whimpered and choked when my mouth suddenly filled with cum. I’d been too distracted to feel Caspian’s oncoming orgasm. Swallowing him down, I pulled off him. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he hissed, releasing my arms. “I should have warned you, but it happened so fast. I didn’t realize what it would do to me to watch Shan fuck you.”
I grinned and used my newly freed and slightly sore arms to pull him closer to me, kissing him. His tongue danced with mine and Shan held my tender ass as he thrust slowly in and out, teasing me the way I’d been expecting him to. My hands wound through Caspian’s hair, tugging the longer strands and moving him every way I wanted him to. Shan may have used him as a tool to dominate me, but the man himself was putty in my hands.
