Ian chuckled. “We don’t expect you to undergo a complete lobotomy.” He twisted her nipple between his fingers, sharply enough to send a spark of pain racing through her breast.
She closed her eyes. She craved the darkness she saw lurking in their eyes. Wanted it, needed it with a dangerous appetite. The bite of pain, the heat of raw, uncontrolled passion.
They knew her secrets, and now they were going to wrest control from her hands and give her everything she most desired.
She emitted a low growl. A primal sound of a woman greeting her mate. Her submission and her acquiescence. It wasn’t the sound of a weak, helpless female.
Ian tensed, and then he swung away from her, his feet hitting the floor with a thud. He tore his underwear off while Braden’s clothing flew in the other direction. And then two hulking, naked men faced her down with the promise of everything she’d ever desired flashing in their eyes.
She swallowed and lay still, waiting and wanting.
“On your knees,” Braden said in a low, silky voice.
Slowly she rolled, and then she pushed herself to her knees until they were planted in the soft mattress.
“Turn to me,” he said.
She turned, her fingers dug into the edge of the bed. The bed dipped behind her, and she glanced back to see Ian positioning himself at her ass. His hands gripped her hips, and there was nothing gentle about his grasp.
Braden’s hand slid into her hair, and then he fisted the strands and pulled her head slightly to the side. He grasped his cock with his other hand and pumped a few times as he guided it toward her mouth.
“Open,” he said.
Adrenaline-laced desire centered in her belly and fanned outward, tightening every nerve ending in its path. Her pussy fisted and tingled, and then she felt Ian nudging impatiently at her opening. There was no finesse, no gentle coaxing. He lined up and thrust deep.
She gasped, and Braden took advantage by sliding to the back of her throat. She was simultaneously filled by both men, and she’d never felt anything like it in her life.
“That’s it,” Braden said approvingly. “You’re ours, Katie. Take it deep. Just like that.”
Her body shook and rocked with the force of their motion. Neither man gave her any reprieve, and God, she loved it. She wanted to mount them both, take them hard and hungry. Her need was feral and demanding.
Braden’s musky scent filled her nostrils. His taste invaded her mouth and exploded over her tongue. She sucked hungrily, matching his thrusts with the bob of her head.
Ian rocked against her ass with enough force that each stab into her pussy was an exotic mix of intense pleasure and sweet pain. His swollen cock dragged over her entrance, stretching her mercilessly. He felt bigger than before, as if only now had she plumbed the depths of his desire.
And then she realized that she wasn’t feeling the sleek latex of a condom-covered cock. Every ridge, every swollen vein slid over the walls of her pussy. Flesh to flesh.
She ripped her head from Braden’s cock only to have his hand tighten in her hair, his displeasure over her action evident as he shoved his cock back to her lips.
“Condom,” she said hoarsely. “Ian. Condom.”
Ian stilled against her and then cursed vividly. Then he pressed a gentle kiss to her spine. “Sorry, baby.”
He left her, and cool air brushed over her behind, chilling her as she lost his comforting warmth. Braden’s hand softened in her hair and he stroked, caressing the strands between his fingers.
She looked up, an invitation. He touched her cheek with his other hand and then shifted his hips so that his cock brushed across her lips. She tongued the head, lapping in a circle as she tested the contour of the flared tip.
He plunged, taking her breath in one forceful thrust. He lodged in the back of her throat, and she swallowed to accept him. His hand tightened again in her hair, all softness gone.
He fucked her mouth with rapid, hard strokes. For several long seconds, she didn’t breathe. She just felt. Absorbed. And then he tore himself away, and both their ragged breaths filled the room.
“Come here,” he rasped.
She got off the bed, her legs shaking. He yanked her to his chest and kissed her fiercely. Then he walked her back until she met the bed.
“Lay down.”
She sat first, her palms going down to brace her fall. Slowly she reclined until her head was pillowed in the tangle of sheets. He hooked her legs over his arms and pulled until her ass was aligned with the edge of the mattress. And then he let her down and stepped back.
Ian loomed over her, picking her legs up as Braden had done. He spread her wide and moved in, his cock brushing her clit. He let one leg go long enough to grasp his erection and position it at her entrance. Then he reclaimed her leg and surged forward.
She cried out. Standing as he was, leaning over her, he had more power in his thrusts. He was deep. So deep. For a long moment, he stood there, wedged tight, staring down at her with eyes that burned.
His fingers fluttered over her stitched cut, his gentleness in direct contradiction to every other action.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” he said in a low voice. “Take what we give you, but don’t let me go too far.”
She nodded.
“Promise me. I want you. I want to fuck you long and hard, but I won’t hurt you.”
“I promise,” she whispered.
At that he closed his eyes, reared back and then slammed into her so fiercely that her entire body jerked. Her hands came up, grasping at air, needing, wanting something to hold on to, to anchor her as she spun out of control.
Braden caught her wrists and pulled until her arms were over her head. His face appeared over hers, and he kissed her, his lips upside down against hers.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look all laid out beneath us, your body ours to do with as we please?”
He moved to the side, gathering her wrists together with one hand as he shifted his big body. With his free hand, he cupped and kneaded her breast.
“You like pain, but how much, Katie? You love it when I nip and bite, when I pinch and twist your nipples.”
She moaned softly, her entire body awash in soft euphoria. She shook again as Ian retreated and powered forward, his thighs slapping against the backs of her legs.
“Tell me,” Braden ordered. “Tell me what you want. I won’t give it to you until you do.”
“God,” she whispered. “Please, Braden. I need…”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Bite me,” she begged. “Hard. My nipples, my neck. Make it hurt.” She looked down at Ian. “Harder.”
“Oh hell yeah,” Ian said in a strained voice.
He rammed, hard and fast just as Braden’s teeth descended, a flash of white against her skin. They sank into her nipple, and pleasure, white hot and piercing, exploded through her body. Her vision blurred, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream.
He alternated, roughly biting and sucking the taut peaks. The friction caused by Ian’s huge cock abrading the walls of her pussy sent spears of heat and indescribable ecstasy shattering through her groin.
Hard, rough, hot. Ian slammed ruthlessly. Braden’s mouth slid like silk to her neck, and then sweet agony seared over her skin when he sank his teeth into the column just below her ear.
Her entire body bowed, her back arching off the mattress. She sailed in an endless freefall into a bottomless canyon. Her orgasm shattered, rained slivers of pleasure like the skies opening after a drought.
She had no knowledge, no thoughts except the softness of the mattress as she floated gently downward. Her pussy throbbed around Ian’s cock as he continued to rock against her.
Braden knelt up and then leaned over her as he turned her head to the side. His cock bumped against her lips and he pressed inward until she opened and let him in. He thrust, arching up over her so that he had a dominant angle.