Page 40 of Freed Wolfsbane

Sometime after I got on the bed, Bastian stripped down to his black boxer briefs and hopped in after me. I greedily drink in the sight of his rock-hard abs, defined pecs, and the hint of his adonis belt before it disappears into his waistband. Reaching out my hand, I gently trace the tattoo of a wolf wrapped in wolfsbane on his chest.

He lets me look for a moment, smirking the whole time. When I drag my gaze up to his, Bastian spins me around to face the headboard. Pulling my arms behind my back, he runs one hand lightly up and down them while he reaches for something behind us.

When I feel a soft, silky fabric brush against my skin, I realize he’s planning to tie me up like this. My heart beats a little harder as he loops the cloth around my wrists, my arms still outstretched. I shiver when his fingers brush against my bare skin as he crisscrosses the material over and over.

As Bastian slowly binds my arms together, I feel a strange sense of calm, along with heat pooling in my core. My tightly bunched muscles relax as I sink into the feeling of peace from giving up control. There’s nothing I’m supposed to, or really can, do right now, which is a refreshing change from what feels like constant problems I have to solve.

I don’t know how long Bastian spends tying me up, but I startle when I feel his warm breath feathering over my ear. “How are you doin’, pretty girl?” he rasps as he molds himself to my back. His erection digs into the top of my ass, and my eyes widen at how big he feels.

I have to swallow a few times before I can make my voice work. “I’m good. I feel weirdly… floaty, I guess? But in a good way, if that makes any sense.” I’m pretty sure I’m not making any sense because all my brain power is focused on how good he feels against me and the growing ache between my thighs.

Bastian hums against my neck. “You make sense, sweet girl. It’s a pretty common feeling with being tied up. It can help you relax, oddly enough. Are you okay with me fucking you like this?”

“Yeah. Do I need a, uh, safe word?” My cheeks flame at the question. Why asking about a safe word embarrasses me more than being naked and bound, I have no clue. Of the million and one things wrong with me, though, it’s not really high on my list to address.

“We can if it makes you more comfortable. I generally prefer just stopping if you say so, but I’m open to trying something new.” He rubs his palms over my shoulders and down my sides teasingly. The contact has me arching into him, desperate for him to touch me where I really need him.

“Just ‘stop’ is good,” I tell him distractedly as his hands trail lower down my stomach, just inches away from where I want him. It makes it hard to focus.

Letting out a satisfied chuckle, Bastian presses on my back until I fall forward onto the mattress. Without my arms to catch me, I land on my shoulders, the soft surface cushioning my landing. I manage to turn my head in time not to face-plant, which is a surprising amount of coordination I didn’t know I was capable of.

Before I have much time to wonder what I’m supposed to do now, I feel Bastian’s tongue on my clit. I jerk in surprise at the unexpected sensation, not able to see what he’s doing. After a few licks, Bastian shoves two fingers in me. I cry out at the intrusion, the sting from stretching around him heightening my pleasure.

It doesn’t take long before my orgasm barrels into me, the pleasure sweeping over me and causing stars to explode behind my lids. I gasp out his name as I clench around his fingers. He keeps thrusting and licking as I ride my climax out and doesn’t stop until I whimper from the overstimulation.

Withdrawing his hand, Bastian replaces it with the head of his cock. I groan as he slowly starts pushing into me. He thrusts in inch by inch, his pace excruciatingly slow. Shoving my ass back, I try to force him to up his pace, but his almost-bruising grip on my hips stops me.

He drapes himself over me and stays right where he is, not moving another inch. His voice is gruff against my neck when he says, “You’re not the one in control here. Every time you try to set the pace, I’ll stop. So, all you can do is relax and feel, sweet girl, and trust me to make it good for you.”

I want to growl in frustration, but instead, I give him a small nod. As he said, there’s not really anything I can do right now when I’m tied up and impaled on his dick.

Waiting until I go limp under him, Bastian straightens and resumes his tortuously slow pace. We both groan when he’s finally all the way in. “Oh, fuck,” he pants. “You feel even better than I imagined. Jesus, pretty girl, you’re practically strangling my cock.”

I don’t get the chance to say anything because he pulls back and slams all the way into me, robbing me of my ability to respond coherently. He bottoms out with each thrust, and I’m on the verge of coming embarrassingly fast.

Snaking his hand underneath me, Bastian rubs my clit. I let out a moan as my orgasm builds. Distantly, I hear the door open before what sounds like Xander muttering, “Fuck.”

“Twinnie, what a surprise.” Bastian’s voice is strained, but he keeps thrusting. I freeze when I realize Xander’s in the room, watching his brother pound into me. My climax slips away as I try to twist around to see him. The way Bastian’s tied me up prevents me from moving much, though.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Xander demands.

“Our beautiful mate. What does it look like I’m doing?” Bastian retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I can’t help my quiet snort at his reply.

“Yeah, I gathered that. I’m not strong enough for this,” Xander groans before I hear his footsteps on the wood floors. A moment later, he walks over to me and crouches down so he can look at my face. “Is my twin taking care of you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, feeling super weird having a conversation with Xander while I’m on his twin’s dick.

“I bet we could make her feel even better together,” Bastian chimes in. My eyes widen in surprise before heat courses through me at the thought. I’ve never taken more than one guy at once, but I’m intrigued by the prospect.

Xander’s gaze flicks up to Bastian before he focuses back on me, heat darkening his emerald gaze. “You want that, Briar? Feeling both of us at the same time?”

I’m nodding before I have a chance to think it through. “What, uh, what would that look like?”

“You could take Xander in your mouth. Or you could take him here.” Bastian strokes between my ass cheeks, and I jolt at the sensation as arousal snakes up my spine. “Mm, you like that idea, don’t you? I can feel you clenching down on my cock when I touch you there.”

I bite my lip uncertainly before I admit, “I’ve never done it before.” I’ve always wondered what it would feel like, but I’ve never trusted anyone enough to try it. But the thought of having Xander in my ass and Bastian in my pussy at the same time turns me on so much that I feel like I’m going to combust.

Xander reaches out to stroke my face with his thumb. “That’s okay, sweetheart. If you want that, I’ll be gentle and ease you into it. But it’s up to you.”

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