Page 33 of Auctioned to the Lumberjacks (Auctioned)

“Yes.” I blink, and another tear comes loose. His eyes follow its path into my hair and are filled with so much concern it makes me want to weep more.

“Just forget about the contract tonight,” West says firmly. “We don’t have any expectations of you while you’re upset.”

My mouth drops open with surprise. I’m naked and bound on the living room rug, and he’s hard as a rock beneath his gray sleep shorts. But he’s prepared to let me get dressed and go to my room alone if that’s what I want.

I let my gaze pass over them all, realizing suddenly that they’re all different men than I thought. Or maybe different is the wrong word. The way they dressed my room before I arrived, protected me from Ethan, and gave me pleasure; all those things displayed their character. They were just overwhelmed by the darker aspects of restriction and Jack’s temper, which has now dropped away like a skin he’s outgrown.

Their kindness and care only make me want this more.

“I need this.” My voice is so raspy, but it has an urgency that they seem to understand. Finn looks first to West and then to Jack, and whatever passes between them leads to Finn kissing my lips with a gentle softness that wraps warmly around my heart. West drops to his knees, too, trailing his warm, calloused palm over my belly and breasts. The rough parts, developed by swinging an ax or wielding a chainsaw, make me shiver with every pass.

Finn kisses down my throat, making soft, appreciative sounds as I close my eyes.

Jack bends between my legs and kisses the inside of my thigh. It’s a sweet gesture, but then he bites hard enough to make me jump, and I expel a long breath of relief. He kisses the spot he hurt, and I let my legs drop further open, inviting him to do more.

My craving for pain still confuses me. The peace I find in it is strange and intoxicating.

When he repeats the mix of kisses and bites on the other side, I groan loudly.

“She likes that,” West says. His fingers move from caressing gently to pinching my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. When he wraps his hot mouth around it to soothe, my hips arch, searching for contact.

“We’ve got you, Skye,” Finn says, and I stare up at him with wide eyes, sensing that he’s talking so much more broadly than about this physical act at this moment.

“Lick her,” West tells Jack. “Get her off. Then we can fuck her.” He stares down at me with butter-soft eyes and strokes his capable hand down my face. “That’s what you need, isn’t it, baby?”

“Yes.” It’s an admittance that floods my face with hot shame and my pussy with greedy heat.

Jack’s tongue is like a weapon, rasping over my soft flesh with a determination that feels too much. He probes my entrance with two and then three thick fingers, and my toes curl against the soft rug, craving the twist of his knuckles like crack.

With my hands bound, I can’t reach for Finn or West in the way I’d like, but I still have my mouth.

“Show me.” I twist my head and gesture to Finn’s cock.

He shoves off his striped shorts in a flash, revealing his very big, very hard cock. His hair flops over his forehead as he strokes it in his huge palm. I slick my tongue over my lower lip, ready.

All the chaos in my mind slips away as he shifts closer to stroke the tip across my mouth. Staring up at Finn’s looming form makes me woozy. Stacked muscles carve out his belly, leading up to rounded pecs, thick biceps, and corded forearms. His expression is lost, as though the prospect of sliding into my mouth is too arousing for him to handle. I open wide, craving to be filled.

And Finn doesn’t disappoint.

The angle is awkward, and I have to hold my jaw open so wide to accommodate him that it aches, but the pain takes away from the ache in my heart, and when West presses my wrists against the floor, exerting more control, my grip on reality slips away.

I’m close. So close that my thighs tremble. So close that when West tweaks my nipple again and Jack’s tongue flicks just right, I’m swamped in a pulse of dark pleasure that threatens to drag me under so deeply, that I feel like I’m never going to claw my way back.

Finn draws back as I groan loudly, trembling and shaking, but Jack’s hand holds me steady, spanning my whole belly, and West’s does the same as he rests it over my heart.

“She’s ready,” Jack says, speaking about me like I’m not in the room. In a way, it feels true. The disconnection of my mind and my body has been solidified by the twisting bite of pain and flush of pleasure.

He does something I don’t expect and stands, gazing down at me with eyes that burn and a chest that rises and falls like he’s just finished sprinting through the forest. He was in the right place to go first, but instead, he gestures to West to take his place. It’s a selfless move that I wouldn’t have thought would fit with Jack, but the more I get to know him, the more I see who he truly is.

A man who cares deeply about his friends.

A man who would step in to protect the people he loves and even a woman he barely knows.

A man with a moral code which conflicts with his dark and twisted sexual fantasies and his need to control.

A man with emotional burdens and torment of his own.

West runs his fingers through the soft curls between my legs and uses his thumbs to spread me open so he can taste me. He savors me for three swipes of his tongue, inhaling deeply, then he shifts until his big, thick cock is pressed to my entrance. “Ready?”

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