Page 72 of Skyla

I could feel every inch of my body like it was electrified. Hear the sounds outside the building and the faint voices of club members. The occasional shutting of a door. Even more than my normal heightened senses. The entire world was at my fingertips, and I didn’t want it to go away.

The door opened, and Delta strode into the room, eyes roving over me, checking me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned the words and pulled out his phone, snapping photos of me.

He leaned down and checked the places he had me bound before standing in front of me and undoing his belt. “I was going to wait longer,” he said, voice rough with lust. “But the thought of you in here has me so hard I can’t wait anymore. I’m barely going to last as it is.”

Heat rolled through me so sharply I had to close my eyes.

“No no,” Delta said. “None of that. You’re going to look at me while I fuck your throat, baby.”

My voice was gone. It disappeared into the strange fog of arousal and submission I was caught in. But my eyes went wide, and Delta grinned, stroking his cock.

It matched the rest of him, pierced all the way down his shaft, which was long. He hadn’t fucked me yesterday—I would remember his length and the feeling of his piercings.

“Open your mouth.”

I obeyed, pleasure swirling through me. This felt like balance. My mate was about to take what was his, and I loved it. The fact that I couldn’t move just made me wetter. Stole my breath and made me dizzy.

Delta pushed into my mouth, and I fought the urge to close my eyes. He told me not to. Instead, I watched him pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside, miles of hard muscle and tattoos stretching upward as he pushed his cock into my throat.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He stared down at me, a slow smile curling over his lips. “Your mouth is mine, baby. And I’m going to fuck it just like I’m going to take you from behind.”

A moan slipped out of me. Where my ass pressed up against the cage, there was no question I was wet. Hell, I was dripping. Something about this—about being fully merged with myself and taken by my mates—it made me wetter than I’d ever been before.

Delta did just that. Never breaking eye contact, he gripped the bars and fucked my mouth. All the way down. His hips slammed into the metal, driving himself deep into my throat, filling me up and making me his.

I faded into heat and impossible pleasure. This shouldn’t feel so good. I shouldn’t be about to get off in a cage while having my throat fucked.

My fae side laughed and pushed forward until I wasinfusedwith it. I gasped around Delta’s cock, eyes fluttering closed. He didn’t tell me no.

A slow wave of tingling pleasure washed over me, and if my mouth wasn’t stretched around my mate’s shaft, feeling every bump of his piercings slide past my lips, I would have smiled.

I was made for this. They were made for me, and I was made for them. To get on my knees and open my mouth for them in the same way I would push them down and ride them until I took what I wanted.

It didn’t matter if I was on my knees. We were equal. They had all the power, but only because I handed it over to them. Back and forth. A circle that spun perfectly.

Itclicked.

And I came.

Shuddering around his cock, feeling him speed up and groan, burying himself, holding his hips pressed against my lips before pulling back, cum splashing across my face.

Delta growled. A real growl that had everything tightening and new wetness running down my thighs. “If I had my way, you’d stay covered in cum. Make sure everyone knows yourmine.”

His eyes were dark. Feral. He snapped another picture of me before moving behind the cage. His cock was still hard, and he thrust into me in one brutal movement.

We groaned together. My next orgasm was coming fast, about to drown me. Even pleasure was better when I was whole. It filled every cell and made me shine. The world was glossy and perfect.

“Delta,” I moaned his name.

“That’s right, baby.” Every word ground out of him like it was taking everything to hold on. I loved that I undid him.

I still couldn’t move, locked exactly where he wanted me, cock hitting the deepest part of me and sending stars across my vision.

Delta drove himself into me with a force that moved the cage, rattling my chains and keeping my orgasm swirling through me over and over again. I was lost in him.

His.

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