I was perfectly happy for him to keep going.
A hand brushed my forearm, and I turned heavy-lidded eyes in Conrad’s direction. “Can I touch you too?” he asked. “I’ll keep away from your neck.”
“Please.”
Both their mouths and hands on me was beautiful torture, because Mercer didn’t let me get as much stimulation as I wanted. He sucked at my breasts, finger occasionally circling my clit tauntingly. Conrad didn’t go against his packmate’s master plan, focusing on trailing his lips up and down my leg, from ankle to waist and back again.
When I was writhing on the bed, slick drenching the sheets beneath me, Mercer smirked up at me. “Conrad, you should fuck her. But don’t let her come.”
“You know my self-control isn’t good enough for that.”
Mercer laughed. “Fine, fuck her mouth so shecan’tcome.”
Conrad’s scent intensified and he looked up at me with half-lidded eyes. “Won’t say no to that. If it’s OK with you, princess?”
Sucking his cock would besomethingin the midst of this unending, pleasurable torture. It might not make me come, but giving an orgasm to my alpha was almost as good. “More than OK.”
I wanted to reach out and pull him closer, let his cock slip between my lips, but Mercer held my bound hands above my head. He was in control of how and where I moved, and when I finally got to taste my alpha.
He made me wait a few more painful seconds, his finger playing with my nipple, before he nodded to Conrad. “Straddle her chest.”
Conrad eagerly complied, tilting his cock down to rub the tip against my lips with one hand as he braced himself on the headboard with the other. I opened my mouth, waiting for him to slip himself inside. The taste of him was on my tongue already, and I was desperate for more.
He groaned loudly as he jerked his hips forward, filling my mouth until I gagged. He pulled back just as quickly, doing it all over again.
With Conrad in the way, I couldn’t see what Mercer was doing at all.
He used it to his advantage. One second, his hands were tweaking my nipple, the next there was warm breath brushing my pussy. He didn’t dip his tongue out to taste me, even when I bucked my hips needily.
Mercer barely gave me any stimulation at all, sticking with caresses and kisses that drove me to insanity. One part of me was being used like I needed, but the other parts—the ones that would give me my pleasure too—were hopelessly neglected.
And I couldn’t even complain.
Because my mouth was full.
I whined around Conrad’s cock, and he pulled out with a hiss. “Fucking hell. Don’t make those noises when I’m in your mouth unless you want me to come immediately.”
Licking my lips, I strained my wrists against the restraints. I really couldn’t do a single thing. Not even dig my fingers into his hips to pull him back to me again. Nothing was within my control, and I loved the freedom it gave me.
Ihatedthe freedom it gave Mercer to fucking torture me.
“Maybe I want you to come,” I said.
He brought his hand down to wrap around his knot and squeeze. “Mercer hasn’t even started fucking you yet. I want to steal as much time in your mouth as I can.”
“Mercer better start fucking me soon, or I’m going to ask you to.”
I yelped when a hand connected roughly with my inner thigh, the slap stinging.
“Patience, princess,” Mercer admonished. “You’ll get what you want when you’re good and ready.”
“I am ready.”
Another slap, this one to my other thigh. The sting was delicious; more stimulation than anything else he’d been doing to me. At this point, I would continue to be a brat in order to get it.
“You will be soon,” he promised.
His tone was finally husky. Soon, his arousal would get the best of him, and I would have him like I wanted.
