Page 151 of Cold-Blooded Creatures
Gedeon inched inside, his fingers digging into my hip to hold me in place as Zion’s arms wrapped around me.
“That’s just the head. You have to relax or it’s going to hurt. Only I will not stop either way,” Gedeon hoarsely promised. “You trashed my study and Zion’s underground, and then ran away from us.” He rocked forward and fully sunk in, his pelvis colliding with my ass. “Do something like that again and I will not hold back.”
I wanted to shout that iftheydared to leave me again,Iwould be the one not holding back, but the duct tape hushed my yell into unintelligible sounds.
Gedeon hauled me upright, and my back hit his chest. “That’s right. You cannot talk. You can only take it. Because you crave what we give.”
He was right. They made being powerless feel so good. I used to simply endure sex to get it over with, whether by my choice or whoever was on the receiving end of my favors. But Gedeon made me desire more of it. To get off on it. And Zion used me as his doll, twisting and bending me as he wished, sinking his canines into my bottom lip every chance he got. It was still slightly swollen and aching from his vicious kiss the morning they’d left for the auction.
“You are ours,” Gedeon grunted out. Grasping my throat, he pressed a hand above my pussy, and that and him moving in my ass rubbed Zion’s cock right along my inner wall. My head dropped back as my vision began to swim.
“Ours,” Zion echoed, his voice strained. His thumb found my clit, and I squirmed to get away from him, panting as the air I inhaled stopped being enough.
Gedeon tore the duct tape off my mouth, my lips coming off with it, and a gasp lodged in my throat as pleasure rippled through me. My breathing stuttering, I cried out, contracting around them both. “Please, no more, I can’t?—”
Zion cut me off with his continued assault on my clit, prolonging the overwhelming sensation until it flamed up, lighting me on fire. Gedeon sunk his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and the dull pain overfed the blaze.
It crashed, sending me into nothingness as I fell apart, losing my grasp on my surroundings. Everything felt too much and nowhere near enough, too slow and too fast, too torturous and too ecstatic.
Yet they didn’t relent even as I writhed in hopes of getting away, my flesh too sensitive for further stimulation.
“I have told you this before. I will make you come for each minute you make me wait.” Gedeon’s gravelly tone burrowed into my bones. “Swear you will not run again.” He plunged inside me, his thrusts brutally deep.
“I can’t,” I croaked out. With my muscles burning from the unending tension, I wanted to beg them both to cease and to never stop, because as long as I had them with me, everything was going to be okay.
Gedeon squeezed my throat, cutting off my oxygen in a warning. “Say it,” he demanded, and slammed into me so hard I almost fell onto Zion.
“You already have us. Now let us have you,” Zion gritted out, clutching my hips, his thumb persistently continuing its caresses on my clit. His eyes shone in such intense blue, like midnight was consuming them, that something reached from inside my chest toward them.
“I won’t run away,” I whispered.
“Tell me you are ours, Kali.” Gedeon moved in tandem with Zion, raising me up and down, groaning as I squeezed around them. They fucked me so relentlessly, Gedeon had to hold me up as my legs quivered, refusing to work properly. “Tell me it’s not a deal. Tell me it’s not just your body. Tell me we own you entirely, your fascinating mind and a fighter’s soul. Tell me you choose us.”
His request was dangerous. A deal I wouldn’t be able to back out of and with no palpable value. A bargain without him providing me with anything previously agreed upon in exchange for my word.
He wanted apromise.
But I’d never felt safer than with them around. I’d never laughed so much or rolled my eyes so often. I’d never felt so valued before I’d met them. I’d never…missed anyone before.
A little over three months, from the end of summer to the winter right on our heels, had overturned my life completely. As if time itself had discoveredtheywere what I needed, the necessity to my survival, and had coaxed me to fall right into their arms.
I couldn’t deny it. It’d taken me more than two hours to fall asleep tonight because my skin had crawled from not knowing if they were okay. Or if Zion would return with another nasty gash on his stomach. Or Gedeon with another gunshot wound.
The moment I saw them tonight, I wanted to jump on them, count their pulse, check if they were okay, alive, unhurt. Only they’d restrained me before I could do any of those things.
I licked my stinging lips, and with my voice cracking, gave a second promise of my life. “I’m yours.”
Their groans in response snapped that rush ofright there, right there, right there,and Gedeon released my neck right as I drowned in the ocean of nothingness, of undiluted pleasure, of sensations so intense they rattled my brain, sending tremors along my limbs and overloading my nerve endings.
Driven by a primal instinct, Gedeon slammed inside me mercilessly, rocking my body, imposing his claim on me, and his final grunt flowed in my ear as he emptied inside me, nuzzling my neck, his choked exhales a melody of crackling flames licking my skin.
Clutching my hips hard enough to bruise them, Zion bucked underneath me, thrusting erratically, and soon his head pressed into the pillow, his mouth falling open and his neck arching as spurts of his cum filled my pulsing pussy.
His sigh of contentedness lured my smile out, and panting, we collapsed into a tangled mess of limbs. Gedeon untied myarms, and the needles shooting up my nerves gradually subsided into distant tingles.
Zion brushed my sweaty strands away from my face and crashed his mouth to mine, his tongue devouring me so thoroughly I melted, mentally pleading for it to not withdraw. His chest heaved as he retreated and propped himself on an elbow, silent for once, too focused on drawing patterns under my breasts and pretending he didn’t notice Gedeon staring at us like we were his own personal feast.
His starvation was obvious, and I was about to point it out—more like kick him in his balls for being an idiot and not doing anything about it—but he drew me close, and his lips skimmed my own before he delved deep, his tongue staking his claim, memorizing each curve of my mouth and curling my toes.
