25. Permission

Permission

Sinclair

My head hits the mattress as I fall back, limp and tingling. 1 My pulse races as I try to catch my breath. I sigh, satiated but still desperate for more.

I now get why Lust Dust is so addictive. Bond lust is a constant euphoria. I feel like I'm floating, grounded only by my alpha's touch. Everything is warm and light and soft. Colors are more vibrant. Touch is more electrifying. Pleasure is utterly dazzling.

As Bishop stands, I watch him rise at the foot of the bed. Ecker stands next to him, shoulder to shoulder. His eyes flick down at Bishop's hand. "Let me get a taste."

Bishop frowns, confused for a moment, then his brows lift knowingly. I stare, mesmerized, as Bishop holds out the two fingers that fucked me and Ecker wraps his lips around them. He groans headily, his heavy eyes sliding my way. I prop myself on my elbows for a better view.

There's nothing sexual between the two of them, yet I've never seen anything more erotic than the way Ecker sucks Bishop's fingers clean. It makes every butterfly in my stomach take flight, and heat burns my cheeks.

When he's done, he looks at me with burning sincerity. "Now, that's a pussy men would go to fucking war for."

My mouth falls open, and he smirks out of the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, I feel shy and look away, turning my gaze instead to Bishop. Who pulls his tie through his collar then slowly unbuttons his dress shirt, one by one. Each button makes my stomach drop.

His body is a work of art. A beautiful, golden brown with honed muscles and a face that would make angels weep. Despite the chiseled and sharp angles of his features, there's something so pretty about him. The small piercing in his septum is the only thing edgy about his appearance.

Ecker, on the other hand, looks every part the fallen angel. His blond hair and sun-kissed skin could make him look like a carefree surfer, but there's a deviousness in his stare, a wickedness in his smirk that turns charming into chilling. I'm obsessed with the dichotomy of him. A face for church with a body for sin.

With his shirt now on the floor, Bishop steps confidently out of his pants and lowers his briefs. He undresses with the air of a fighter stepping into the ring. My mouth goes dry as he fists his hard cock, his hand moving up and down the impressive length in languid strokes.

Now that we're bonded, his knot has become more prominent at the base of his cock, even when not inflated. My pussy spasms at the memory of it fitting inside me, my body struggling to accommodate it and the deep, throbbing pleasure when it locks into place.

"How do you want me to fuck her?" he asks gruffly, and my heart races from being able to feel his burning desire through the bond. Like I can feel in my body every dirty thing he wants to do to me.

Which makes the fact that Ecker is the one in control even more tantalizing. Being able to feel all the ways Bishop wants to wreck me, but not knowing which one will be my ruin until Ecker chooses it.

"Look how desperate she is for her alpha's cock," Ecker says, his lidded, glowing eyes dropping to my chest, and I realize I'm fondling my own breasts over my dress. "Would you like to take that off, Omega?" I nod eagerly. "Go on then." The banality of his tone is taunting, like he's daring me to make him lose his composure.

I sit up to pull the silky dress over my head. Ecker holds his hand out for it. I place part of the dress in his palm but don't let go. Our fists wrap around the fabric like we're holding the same piece of rope. Our grips are so close that I can feel the heat from his hand. We both eye the minuscule gap like it's a cavernous canyon.

It's hard to believe that those same hands that held me down, hurt me, broke me are now what I crave.

"Thank you." He tugs on the dress, and I let go as if broken out of a trance.

He tosses it over the back of a chair then walks to the side of the bed. He pats the edge of the mattress. "Get on your knees and put your head here, then reach through your legs and grab your ankles."

As I crawl into position, I hear Bishop growl hungrily and my skin heats at the attention. My ass lifts into the air, and I feel so incredibly vulnerable, spread open yet so damn powerful. And wanted.

God, I feel so fucking wanted, and damn does it feel good.

My cheek is flat on the comforter, and Ecker, still standing next to the bed, crouches down to meet me eye to eye. My heart stutters when he reaches for my face, but then he moves his hand lightly over my hair without pain. It must have to be skin contact for the reaction to occur. His eyes light up with the realization and he smiles softly yet mischievously.

Just like after the games, the gentle way Ecker strokes my hair is in contradiction to his ruthless, filthy words. I feel Bishop climb onto the bed behind me as Ecker says, "In this position, you won't be able to do anything but take it. He'll use you like a fuck doll. And no matter how rough it gets or how hard he fucks that tight, little cunt, you won't let go of your ankles. You understand me, don't you?"

Anticipation makes chills run down my arms. "Yes." His hand toying with a lock of my hair freezes and his brow arches. "Yes, I understand . . . Alpha."

His pleased smirk makes my stomach swoop. He runs the ends of my hair over his lips with a soft groan. "Hmm, that's a good girl. You're gonna look so sweet when he splits you in half."

Behind me, I feel Bishop's hand grip my hip while the other slots his dick at my entrance. "Oh, god . . ." I shudder with need, but he doesn't push inside. Not even when I grind my ass back and whine.

"If you want his cock, you have to ask. A fuck doll doesn't get to make demands," Ecker coos. "But she can beg."

"Please fuck me," I whimper, technically asking Bishop but speaking directly to Ecker. With my cheek pressed into the bed, his cruel yet gorgeous face is all I can see.

"Ah, you can do better than that," he chides mockingly. Unlike before, the condescension doesn't make me frustrated and angry, only thirstier for his approval.

So, I take a deep breath, swallow my pride, and try again. "I need your thick alpha cock, please, sir." Ecker nods approvingly, hunger flashing in his eyes, and I'm rewarded with the tip of Bishop's cock shallowly rocking in and out of me. The small taste encourages me. "I just want to please you. I want you to use me like a hole for your own pleasure. I'm yours to—"

"Ah, fuck yes." Bishop growls and slams inside. My inner walls clutch him as I scream at the sudden fullness. Voice strained and gravelly, he claims, "Mine." He draws his hips back then punches forward again as he groans. "My pussy." Thrust. "My omega." Thrust. "My toy." Thrust. "My mate."

Ecker was right. In this position, there's nothing I can do but take it. I can't even grip the sheets for something to hold on to. It's brutal and breathtaking. I screw my eyes shut, just trying to keep from bursting into flames.

"Open your eyes. Look at me," Ecker orders. He sighs happily when I do. "That's it, look at me while he fucks you. You like being a helpless little toy, hmm?" I moan in acquiescence, and he brushes away a strand of hair that's fallen in my face. I know he's being careful so he doesn't touch me, but it feels more tender than just that. "I know, baby girl. This is what you were made for. Not just for fucking and knotting, but for us. You were made for us."

"Will I get to fuck you?" I ask softly.

"Fuck, I hope so." He scoffs and stands up. I feel untethered at the loss of constant eye contact, but I'm pulled right back into my body when he tells Bishop to rub my clit.

"Oh god!" I mewl. My nails bite into my ankles as every hypersensitive nerve lights up under Bishop's fingertips.

"Fuck, she's gonna come again." Bishop groans roughly. I'm rocked when his hand trails softly down my spine, his voice still harsh and gravelly but soothing, "Give it to me, Sin. Come on, show Ecker how beautiful it is when an omega comes apart on her mate's cock."

"Yes, yes, yes," I chant as radiant light bursts in my core and thrums through my veins.

Tipping over the edge is only half the pleasure. The rest is the intense gratification of serving my alpha, giving him exactly what he asks for, and watching Ecker's face cloak in adoration and yearning as I do.

A wave of soul-deep contentment washes over me. At first, I think it's just another surge of emotion through the bond, but then I realize it's not coming from Bishop. Hot tears rim my eyes as I recognize the feeling.

For so long, I've felt like a belonging, but now, I feel like I belong.

Bishop drags a soothing palm down my spine. "You did good, Sin. You did real good." His breath is ragged, and he's still hard and throbbing inside me. "Do you think Ecker's earned the right to touch you?"

"Yes," I say without hesitation, letting go of my ankles and pushing onto my hands.

"This pussy is only for me—at least for now. Do you want her mouth or ass?" Bishop asks Ecker, and I get a small thrill at being talked about so objectively, like I really am just a toy for them to play with, pass between each other. But at the same time, I know I'm safe and protected. It's a strange paradox, one that might have been harder for me to accept a few days ago.

Ecker gently lifts my chin with his thumb and forefinger, swallowing deeply at the painless contact. My heart patters as he dusts his thumb across my lip and whispers his answer. "It would be a privilege to have my cock back between those pretty lips." My heart brightens at the reverence in his tone.

While he strips efficiently, my skin tingles where his thumb brushed it. He climbs onto the bed and sits against the pillows and headboard with his legs out straight. Without pulling out, Bishop picks me up by the waist and rotates us so that my hands and knees are between Ecker's legs.

His cock rests on his stomach, the tip red and glistening. He cups his balls and lightly tugs on them with a groan. My mouth waters.

I toss my hair over one shoulder before lowering down to lick the crown of his cock. Immediately, it twitches against my lips. "Fuuckk," Ecker groans then knits both hands into my hair, holding it all back.

I drag my tongue up the underside then wrap my lips around just the tip. I can feel Ecker's fingers tighten and his thighs flex in restraint. It's a powerful rush watching him struggle to hold himself back, to fight his desire and go at my pace.

It makes me want to reward him.

I meet his eyes as I slide my mouth down his shaft, taking him until he hits the back of my throat. The sound he makes when I swallow around his head is carnal, like he's being lit up from the inside.

"Let him fuck your mouth while I fuck this cunt." Bishop's voice is tight and rugged. He grips my hips and thrusts his cock deeper, making me moan around Ecker.

Every time Bishop pistons into me, I'm shoved farther down Ecker's length. It's hard to get a breath in, but it's addicting, constantly chasing the fullness, the breathlessness, the sounds I can draw out of them.

My senses are already overwhelmed, but when I feel Bishop's knot start to swell, I feel like I'm drowning. Drowning in the sweetest bliss. My body shakes as my climax begins to crest, like being caught in a wave, pulled in different directions by the alphas on either end of me like the swirling tide.

"You want my knot while he paints your throat, Omega?" Bishop growls, and I whimper yes with Ecker still in my mouth.

"That's a good fuck toy," Ecker grinds out, his cheeks flush and his abs tensing. "Show me those eyes, beautiful. You ready for us to fill you with cum, hmm?" My eyes water as he hits the back of my throat. He wipes the corner of my eye tenderly with this thumb while he grits his teeth and his cock jerks in my mouth.

Bishop's knot expands, sending me over the edge at the same time as Ecker's hot seed bursts on the back of my tongue. My screams are muffled and drowned out by their rough groans.

Bishop wraps his arms around me, curls over me, and whispers into my neck, "Everything. Fucking everything."

Warmth floods my body, and my limbs go weak. Ecker pulls me off as I swallow the last of him and tucks me into his side. Bishop, still tightly knotted inside me, stays wrapped around me. It feels like heaven, their warm bodies hugged close against me on every side. Their scents mingle in a heady combination that makes me want to drift off to sleep with a permanent smile on my face.

"God, it reeks of sex in here." We all pop our heads up and see Titus standing in the doorway. His suit jacket is slung over his shoulder and his tie is halfway undone. Maybe it's the mind-fucking orgasms and lust drunkenness, but my first thought isn't ugh, go away, but he looks hot.

I laugh into Ecker's chest, and he and Bishop laugh too, though probably for different reasons.

"Jesus Christ, am I the only one around here that hasn't lost my goddamn mind?" Titus huffs, and I hear the bedroom door slam after him.

"Ignore him," Bishop murmurs in my ear.

"Mm-hmm," I hum, already letting the sweet arms of sleep take me.

Even Titus can't ruin this perfect moment.

1. Continue playing "Say Your Prayers" by Blithe