Page 52 of Bought to Break
She flushed. ‘I don’t understand.’
She looked up to see Sorin standing over them. He caressed her thigh, then travelled upwards, feeling her as well. His eyes shone in the low light. ‘So she does. Positively dripping, you naughty girl.’
‘But I didn’t enjoy –’ Her words died in her throat as two of Sorin’s fingers easily slid into her. She moaned loudly and widened her knees as she angled her hips up to give him better access.
‘You like submitting to us,’ Viktor whispered in her ear. Lana scowled and he smiled. ‘You hate that it excites you. But it does, Lana.’ Viktor’s hand delved beneath her and found her slit. Sorin was still plunging his fingers into her, and Viktor began to rub his thumb over her tight bud in little circles that made her mewl. ‘It makes you so ready for us.’
She knew he was right, but she did hate it. She was a freewoman now. She shouldn’t want to be told what to do or ordered about, and she definitely didn’t understand why a painful spanking should excite her so. It never had when Ather had beaten her, so why did it now?
All rational thought fled as Sorin pressed the object in her arse in time with his other thrusts, and she gasped and panted under his ministrations. ‘Please. More. I need …’
She whimpered in frustration as Sorin’s fingers slowed and softened in their actions, as did Viktor’s. Didn’t they know what she wanted? She pushed her hips back further, silently begging them to continue. Then she growled as understanding dawned. They were denying her on purpose. She twisted her head around to look at them.
‘This is part of my punishment.’ She couldn’t keep the hurt from her voice and Viktor leaned forward to put his lips on hers, his tongue exploring in gentle movements.
‘No, this isn’t penance, Lana. This is where you learn that patience has its rewards,’ Sorin murmured.
His fingers began to move again, as did Viktor’s. Her front sank down onto the bed as she moaned and the pleasure began to build, but just as she was reaching the crest, they stopped again. She snarled, but they ignored her and, once the pleasure had ebbed, they began again. Over and over they did the same. She lost count how many times until she felt the pleasure coming and, instead of ceasing, Viktor and Sorin switched places. But it wasn’t Viktor’s fingers he pushed into her tight channel; it was his cock, hard and fast and deep.
She screamed in sudden release, her hips bucking and her body convulsing wildly as every piece of her exploded in pleasure. She vaguely realised she’d sunk onto the bed, her arms and legs unable to support her weight as the waves of pure ecstasy crashed over her again and again. She heard Viktor cry out and felt his seed surge into her but was powerless to do anything but lie on the bed, her body sated beyond anything she’d felt before. They lay beside her, one on each side, and she closed her eyes in contentment. A sense of peace washed over her, broken only by a wayward thought that Kane wasn’t there with them.
Chapter 25
Sorin
‘You said I would grow to like this. I don’t.’
Sorin sighed as he and Lana pored over books he’d had brought from their stores. The texts were new and old, but all were about war, battle and the history of the Brothers. There were also one or two on herb lore and basic medicine. Tending injuries was a daily task, especially on a campaign, which of course they’d soon be in the middle of. They’d arrived at the coast yesterday and would set sail tomorrow morning with the tide.
But back to Lana’s problem. He knew what she was talking about. ‘What is it about the object that you don’t enjoy?’
Lana looked up at him and huffed. ‘Yesterday I was training with Kane and I … well, the movements we were practising made me …’
‘Made you what?’ Knowing at once what she meant, Sorin tried his best not to smile and was sure he’d succeeded until he saw her countenance darken.
‘Made me … Oh, I don’t know what it’s called! That thing that happens when you’re touching me …there.’ She blushed.
‘Did you come?’ This time he didn’t hide the unrepentant grin spread over his face.
‘It’s not funny! There were others training nearby and I’m sure they knew – and even if they didn’t, Kane heard me! Smug bastard.’ The last was muttered under her breath.
Sorin went back to reading his book, turning the page slowly. ‘So, you don’t like receiving pleasure.’
Lana’s lip curled and her eyes narrowed. ‘That’s not what I mean and you know it. I want to learn. I want to train. How can I focus when that’s happening?’
Sorin closed the book he was reading gently and regarded her. ‘Do you believe that when you’re in battle your enemies will let you focus on trying to kill them?’
‘No, but–’
‘Then perhaps this too is part of your training as a Brother. Have you considered that?’
Lana rolled her eyes. ‘Sorin, if you’re trying to make me believe that thisthingup my backside is making me a better warrior, fuck you.’
Sorin laughed outright. He hadn’t meant to, but Lana always did that to him; made him forget the serious Dark Brother and remember who he’d been before; a light-hearted lad who’d loved a good joke.
‘I’d like nothing more than for you to fuck me, love, but there’s no time just now.’
She looked taken aback and he regretted the endearment instantly. He didn’t mean to keep saying it, but it fit. Of course it did. He just didn’t want her to know the power she had over him. It was too soon. They’d only known each other a matter of weeks. And what if she didn’t feel the same?
