I couldn’t leave. Nothing would drag me away from the live porn show about to play out for my front-row seat. And I refused to join in until she begged for my bite. My mark.
Taking from her like he had wasn’t my style.
This would be a different sort of torture, and Gray knew as well as I did that I was here for all of it.
His hand wound through her clean hair, hair I spent the better part of the evening stroking for the floral notes that elicited from the fine strands, and pulled her head back sharply, exposing her pulse point. His mouth found that, then his mark as he sucked on her soft skin until she moaned beneath him, already half gone. His other hand disappeared between her legs, though I had no doubt he played her body like an instrument designed for him.
Hell, she had been designed for us at a cosmic level. I hadn’t believed the fated mates bullshit until I scented her, but here she was. Playboy me would have fucked anything with a glistening pussy and a willing mouth. But now...
Now I’d never leave her side.
Her head dropped back when he released her. Luminous eyes, blessedly free of that freakish purple glow, found mine. Lottie slid her hands over her head, reaching for me with beckoning fingers. Shaking my head though I never tore my eyes away from her—them—I slunk back through the doorway, my claws carving deep arcs in the plasterboard. We’d have to pay for the damage but Gray could cover it. I didn’t give a fuck. If this was how he wanted to play, then he could wear the consequences of his screwy life choices.
“Please, Blake?” she begged.
Soft lips parted on my name, but they weren’t the words I needed from her.
“Beg for his mark, mate,” Gray purred over her, extending his teeth to rake them over my sweater, shredding the fabric to her waist. He plucked one bare nipple into his mouth, sucking hard until she arched off the kitchen bench, her eyes glazed with need. The nipple popped free, the peaked dusky pink bud glistening with his saliva. “Ask for his bite.”
My cock surged painfully in my sweats, but I didn't touch myself. Hell, it’d be over in a second if I did, but I’d hold back. Gray knew I’d edge myself to insanity for him ... and now for her, too. And he’d play on that weakness of mine, asshole that he was.
“Please.” The shaky whisper that left me didn’t even sound like my own fucking voice. I clamped my mouth shut, turning away half in disgust at myself but not before the vision of her eyes cleared with a different emotion stopped me cold.
Fear.
This is what Gray did to her, taking from her without asking. I swallowed my own need as he pushed her thighs wide, mounting her there on the kitchen bench, and impaled her on his thick, spined cock.
Her scream he didn’t quite catch with his mouth in time was pure bliss. My sweats stained with leaked pre-cum, the material sticking to the tip of my cock as I watched him fuck her. Drawn in, unable to break away as I stood there, the eternal voyeur in a fuck-fest that should have included me.
But I couldn’t. I wasn’t him.
Gray snarled the moment his mouth unlatched from hers like he heard my thoughts, hated them. He thrust into her with powerful strokes, his knees spreading hers wide as he fucked into her, both of them completely up on the benchtop, their feet hanging off the edge. I didn’t care if the damn thing crumbled under their combined weight as long as they didn’tstop.
She keened beneath him, tiny cries leaving her lips as he sawed into her flesh. I didn’t need my shifter senses to know she loved every fucking minute of it. I also knew the moment she came, it would end me. I didn’t need my hands working my cock to know that.
Gray’s eyes found mine as he licked his lips, smiling demonically as he worked her over. One hand rubbed her arm, sliding up to circle her throat gently. I groaned, my back bowing against the wall, aching for his hands on me in the same way, knowing exactly how that felt—how she felt beneath his power—though she didn’t fight him the way I did.
Let him in, let him dominate her. Surrendered in a way I never allowed. I wondered if she would ever do the same for me.
His hand caught beneath her chin, forcing her head all the way back so she stared at me upside down. Those pretty eyes barely found mine, rolling back in her head as her orgasm approached and with it, came mine. My balls tingled, my spine stiffening as my hips jutted out. I needed his hand in my hair, holding me in place while he worked my cock with his fist, forcing me to come for him, spitting into my mouth.
“Watch him come for you. He wants you so badly but denies himself. So come for us both. But.Watch. Him. Ruin.”
Her eyes flew open, connecting with me as I shouted my pain and pleasure, the orgasm receding almost as fast as I came on. Cum jetted from my cock to stain my sweats, running down the insides of my thighs as I creamed myself for them in utter, beautiful humiliating disgrace.
“I’ll make you lick it up next time,” Gray growled at me. He held my gaze a moment longer, softening, almost lovingly before he dragged his attention back to our panting mate. “Now, it’s your turn.” He slammed into her, and I knew what would come.
The spines his thick cock was covered in at the root thickened, expanding, scraping her walls with every thrust to bring on ovulation. Pain and pleasure mixed, heightening until she was a screaming, cream-lathered mess beneath him. His cum filled her to the brim, overflowing as it soothed the hurts that would remain tender for hours, reminding our mate who owned her.
The way he stayed inside her, still hard for the next minutes, stretching her tender body because he needed to feel her tortured walls pulse around him, worshipping his cock with every weak flutter. Fuck, it was enough to make me hard again, bring out my own spines.
I knew how that felt because that used to be me. Now all I wanted was to slide into her with him, fill her holes and make her body feel used up, sated, warmed and loved by us both.
And all she had to do was ask.
Until then, I slumped against the wall I had destroyed with my claws, and when Gray nodded, I blew them both a kiss, imagining sucking his cock with her for a moment and sharing a three-way kiss. Knowing I’d shower and jerk off to the fantasy for another ruined orgasm because I wouldn’t allow myself pleasure until I sank into her or he worked me over, I gave my damp cock and trashed sweats a squeeze as Lottie watched, lust-drunk yet wide-eyed, and walked away.
If I stayed any longer, I might have broken my promise not to touch her until she begged for what I needed.
