Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,25

to put his fist inside me before my first heat. Held me pinned and open without missing a beat. He was ruthless when it suited his plans.

He was ruthless most of the time.

“Oh,” I whispered. I don’t think I’d been listening properly when Ethan said he would keep forcing my heat until I caught with child. Cold swept the length of my spine even as my nipples peaked to hard buds, and my pussy clenched, pushing out slick. Primal ownership blazed through the bond.

Ethan nodded.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my thoughts scattering as Ryker turned back to me. The lube was placed beside my hip. He leaned in, enclosing the column of my throat in his strong fingers in a way he knew brought my obedience to bear. I stilled, didn’t try to evade his mouth as it closed over mine in a sweet drugging kiss that soon turned urgent.

He cupped my breast as he devoured my mouth, squeezing it gently, before catching the pert nipple between fingers and thumb and twisting. The thread pulled straight to my clit. I groaned into his mouth, seeking more, growing restless.

Don’t think about what’s coming next.

I’d been with them long enough to know my complaints would not deter them. It was ever a game of cat and mouse between an Alpha and an Omega. Any hint of resistance provoked their dominance and aggression.

“Don’t hold back,” Ethan said to Ryker. He was closer, his voice to my left, and bringing a surge within my chest as his big hand cupped the back of my head. “Pinch that pretty nipple good and hard. I want her tipped over fast.”

I squealed into Ryker’s mouth as he applied greater pressure. The sharp bite set me jiggling about. I gripped his wrist, wanting to stop him but fearful it might make it worse. Ethan’s fingers tightened on my hair, ripping me away from Ryker’s lips and taking his place.

His tongue surged inside. The sensation captivated my senses for a splintered second. But Ryker wrested it back when he cupped my other breast, giving them both the same wicked attention.

Pinch-tug, pinch-roll, and tug. Each time was like a fresh wave of dark pleasure building between my thighs.

Ethan lifted his lips from mine, my hair a leash he used to keep my head arched back as he watched what Ryker did. I squirmed under their dual attention.

“Ask Ryker nicely to prepare your ass for me,” Ethan growled.

“I—” Oh my goodness, I couldn’t ask for that. Why would I ask for that?

“Her nipples must be sore,” Ryker said thickly. “Look at what I’m doing to them.” He paused to flick the sensitive, swollen peaks before resuming his cruel erotic work.

“God, please, Ethan.”

“Ah, ah, Princess. This won’t stop until you beg him to prepare your ass for me.”

I jerked and gasped as Ryker gave them a particularly savage twist, and God help me, I was so wet.

“Beg for it,” Ethan growled, lips a breath away from my ear as he arched me open and back.

“Please, Ryker, Please.”

I was pressed back on the table, groaning in relief as my abused nipples got the respite they so badly needed. Then the air was ripped from my lungs as Ethan closed his lips over the nearest stiffened peak and sucked hard.

“Hardly need the lube,” Ryker said with a chuckle.

I sobbed. Mortified, and aroused, and so needy.

Cool gel dripped onto my drenched channel, and I arched off the table. Lips popped off my breast. I was panting, dizzy, and sinking into that carnal underworld. Ethan’s hand skimmed over my body, palm to my lower abdomen, fingers finding the swollen nub of my clit, and slowly circling. His mouth returned to my breast, where he sucked my nipple and half the plump globe deep into the warmth of his mouth as Ryker pushed lube coated fingers into the little puckered entrance at the back.

He thrust two thick fingers deep without the briefest hesitation. Pumping them in and out, in and out, adding more lube, and repeating.

“Relax for me, babe,” Ryker coaxed. “Let me in this tight little ass so that Ethan doesn’t hurt you when he gets his cock inside.”

I sobbed, shaking my head, over-stimulated, desperate to come, and utterly controlled.

Ethan changed his circling of my clit to a light tapping as he flicked my nipple with his tongue. Ryker continued to work his fingers in and out of my ass to the most debauch wet slapping sounds.

I come. It gripped me up out of nowhere.