Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,19

us.”

“Enough,” Ethen growled. “Put her on the fucking bench so we can begin.”

I thrust my fingers in and out, once, twice more—just to piss him off—before releasing her completely. “Sorry, babe. We both know Ethan’s running the show.”

She made to bolt for the door—I snagged her arm.

“Hold her still,” Ethan said. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. It’s going to be a lot for her to take unless she’s in heat.”

I chuckled. Ethan wasn’t saying this in an attempt to heighten her arousal or wind her up; he was just stating a fact.

The lube was still in his hand, so I guessed what he wanted and pulled her twitching body flush against mine.

He fisted her throat from behind, and she instantly softened. Fuck, he was so rough with her sometimes, and she fucking loved it. She jerked as he put his foot between hers and kicked her legs wide. “That’s my good girl,” he said, mashing her forehead against my chest. “Just stand there and let me prepare you.”

She gasped. A fresh flood of arousal pummeled me through the bond as he worked the lube into her ass.

“She’s going to come,” I said.

“She’s not going to come,” Ethan countered.

She didn’t come, and after long minutes during which she gasped and moaned while he fingered the fuck out of her ass, he finally announced, “She’s ready.”

Lilly

Releasing me, they stepped back, giving me some much-needed space. My ass was sore and burning a little where Ethan had been rough with me.

My pussy throbbed in echo, as did my throat with the onset of a flush.

They hadn’t started yet.

Darkness had fallen, but the great city of Chimera never slept. Within my bedroom, I was isolated from the rushing world. The door had been shut and the windows set to the lowest tint bringing an otherworldly glow to the master bedroom. The giant bed sat resplendent to my right. Over time, I’d added more and more soft things, and it was halfway to a nest. But we would not be using it today.

To my left, the double doors to the nest lay open, inviting. In truth, I liked being there. Enjoyed fluffing it and napping after I was done. It felt soft and comforting. Did it matter if it didn’t match the glossy nesting showcases I’d been studying for weeks? Maybe this was a normal nest?

Ryker’s face was the empty one. My blood had changed him, but he still swung in and out of his former self, and I thought he always would.

Ethan projected dark, brooding determination. “You need this, Lilly,” he said.

I was scared. I’d been suppressing my heat for too long, keeping it hidden like my personal dirty little secret, and struggling to accept it as a natural occurrence an Omega should embrace.

“You’re not giving me a choice,” I said, eyeing the new bench with a mixture of horror and curiosity. The one for my pussy even had a knot, and damn my traitorous body for being on board with this.

“Lilly, you have two Alphas who recognize all the signs of an Omega about to go into flight. We can’t go through that again,” Ethan said. “And while I understand it was an extreme situation with Tsing that no one could have anticipated, you’re not thinking straight. We’re both worried you’re about to make unwise choices. We’re doing this because we think you need it. And we’re doing it because we want to. Life doesn’t stand still—” He paused like he wanted to say more and my heart rate elevated. “Forcing a heat is fucking hot. If you’re a good girl for us, and if you let us lift you onto the bench so we can begin, then I promise I’ll get you off in a way that will make your head spin, and everything that comes after will be endless bliss.”

I swallowed. I wanted that. Wanted all of it with both of them.

Then Ethan lowered the mental shield, and all his emotions crashed into me with the force of an avalanche.

Extreme arousal, love, devotion, and underlying it all, raw terror that my impending heat might lead me to endanger myself again.

It was gone as quickly as it arrived, and all that remained was a tendril of his need.

Ryker’s hazel eyes turned black. “You need this, babe.”

My lips trembled, but I had reached an unhealthy level of need. “A knot!” I gestured at the bench. “Really a fucking knot!” Ryker smirked—I knew this was his idea. They’d