I let the feelings grow. They reached a crescendo when West’s lips fluttered over the bandage, barely putting any pressure. Then he carried on his way back down to my shoulder, lavishing sweet kisses but not risking any nipping or sucking.
To my surprise, the fear diminished. Even once he’d made his way back to the mark itself, it didn’t come roaring back with the same intensity.
My anger was a different story, but that was to be expected. It remained simmering under my skin, directed at the horrible man who’d made it so I couldn’t enjoy this touch.
Not yet, anyway.
Lifting West’s head, I turned to claim his lips in a kiss. He groaned and leaned in, cupping my jaw to deepen it. I melted, slowly shifting my hips to grind on Mercer’s bulge.
When I pulled back I was panting, and all remnants of the emotions had been washed away.
“Thank you. It’s still not a place I like to have kissed, but I want one of you to be able to put a bondmark on my neck—on the other side, away from his. I was testing one of the skills the doctor taught me.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” West kissed my nose. “Whatever you need, just tell us and we’ll do it. Anytime.”
“Right now, I need someone to finish stripping me down for naked cuddling.”
Conrad didn’t waste time in stealing me away. He grabbed my hips, lifting me with ease off Mercer’s lap. Kissing down my sternum and stomach, he peeled off my pants and underwear in one go.
Mercer stole me back with a faint growl, positioning me on all fours hovering over him as he laid on his back.
“The view down here is something else,” he grunted.
He grabbed my waist, rising up to take my nipple between his lips.
“What else do you want from us, princess?” Conrad stared at me reverently.
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
His hand smacked my ass as he crawled around the bed to position himself behind me. I heard his clothes rustle as he stripped them off, and then two fingers gently pressed into my pussy.
“So fucking wet for me,” he murmured. “Let me make you scream before I fuck you.”
I wasn’t going to complain when he curled and thrust his fingers inside me. Rocking back into the touch, I moaned.
West’s hand wound through my hair, tugging until I peered up at him. He’d stripped out of his clothes and knelt in frontof me, leaving him bare-chested with his hard cock bobbing in front of my face.
This close to my mouth, it seemed even more fucking huge.
I wasn’t quite sure how that monster was going to fit, but I wouldn’t back down from the challenge.
Flicking my tongue out, I licked the tip. He groaned. “Good girl. Let’s see how much you can fit.”
His grip tightened on my hair as I closed my lips around him. I slid down his length until I gagged, then pulled back.
That was like… half. Not even. I whined in frustration.
“That’s how much you can fit comfortably, then?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Perfect. Now I know how far I can push you.”
I barely had time to suck in a breath before he was pushing his cock back into my mouth. He watched me take it until I gagged again. Pulling his hips back, he stole inch after inch until I almost had nothing left.
Moaning around the head, I tried to suck him on my own, but he held fast to my hair with a husky chuckle.
“Don’t rush it, little omega. I control when you get to swallow me down, and when you get nothing.”
