Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Ada

W ith a growl, he surges deep. I gag, choking around the thick invasion until he eases back enough for me to suck a hoarse breath in.

"We're going to need to work on that, lass. Relax for me and let me fuck your throat." He doesn't give me a chance to, filling my mouth with measured thrusts, consuming my senses, and making me aware of him in ways previously forbidden. His scent fills my nose, my jaw aches, and my confused pussy weeps.

Only, it is not all for Gray, when I am also aware of Callum's groans behind me—Callum, who has the perfect view to see my aroused condition. Even as Gray feeds me his cock, I think about Callum taking my pussy… rutting me until his strange knot stretches me just right.

"You're taking this so well. Let me get a little deeper." Gray does precisely that, and dots swim before my eyes.

I feel the quickening and know he will soon fill me with his cum.

I want him to fill me—to use me.

I am shameless, for I want both of them.

His growl isn't human—he isn't human, so that shouldn't come as a surprise. The hairs on the back of my neck rise to attention, and goosebumps explode across my skin.

His cock lodges, and hot cum fills my throat.

I've no choice but to swallow, choking and gasping, and so dizzy, I fear I might blackout. There is so much it spills out, drips down my chin, and splatters to the floorboards below.

His next groan is low and feral as he slips from my mouth.

The sounds of heavy breathing are unbearably loud in the aftermath. Gray crouches before me, and his bright blue eyes inspect me with concern.

I wonder what I look like… what he sees.

Whatever it is, his lips tug up in a smirk. Cupping my cheek, he brushes a thumb over my bruised lips.

My eyes lower to where his cock hangs between his thighs.

When I lift my gaze, I find his blue eyes watching me, sparkling with an unnatural light.

Standing, he circles me, and I jerk, sending my body swaying within the harness until his big hands bring it to a stop.

I expect him to take me with a savage thrust. I brace for it.

What I get is the swipe of a hot tongue lapping me intimately from behind. I groan. The sensations are utterly sublime.

Callum grunts behind his gag, and I hear his chains rattle like he is trying to break free… then more vigorously still. "Ummm huummma fffuuuu uuuu ufff!"

My breathing turns to a pant. I'm trying to say something, hoping it might calm Callum, yet breathing is all I can do.

Something's not quite right. The texture of Gray's tongue is too rough, too long, and too big to be entirely human.

He isn't human. He is a wolf, a shifter eating me out from behind like I am his new favorite treat.

His deep, filthy growls, the rough, lapping tongue, and the experience of being bound and helpless send my pleasure surging higher still. He is no gentleman; he will have me however he wants and deliver satisfaction or withhold it, at will.

Mumbled words tumble from my lips. His big tongue sweeps everywhere except my throbbing clit. "Please! Oh, please!"

I beg, chant prayers, and strain against the soft bindings that hold me open and exposed. "Please, I need to come."

The savagery with which he took my mouth is forgotten. His wicked tongue now destroys my will, one searing lick at a time. He enjoys me at his leisure, growling over his prize, encouraging me to spill more juices so that he might better feast. His fingers play with my nipples, pinching and twisting them, sometimes one and then the other, sometimes both together. Tugging them roughly, and then feather-light touches that drive me to the point of madness.

I cannot escape his fingers or his lapping tongue.

All I can do is endure until he deems this game over.

I lose my mind under his sensual assault, lose all sense of time—lose everything—and when he finally closes human lips over my swollen clit and sucks, I come with a scream.

The sweet, rhythmic contractions have barely begun when he rises and stuffs me full of cock.

"Fuck, you're tight, wench," he growls, his iron rod sliding in and out, slow and deliberate. He holds, buried deep. His fingers bite into the flesh of my ass, spreading my cheeks open. "Relax, Ada, lest I hurt you working my knot inside."

His words registered from a distance—I am still coming.

Palms bracing my hips, he drags me on and off his length, rutting me, making our flesh slap together, and driving me higher.

He growls over me, coaxing me to take more, to be good for him.

I sense a shifting in the air, an awareness prickling under my skin that all was not quite right again. The cock filling me feels thicker, and my muscles strain to accept it.

The body slapping against me feels soft… almost like a pelt.

"Oh!"

I have seen this side of him before.

I should be frightened.

But I am not. No, I am wildly aroused.

The polished wooden floor became a blur under my eyes as I am shuttled back and forth with increasing speed. His grunts and growls turned savage, the thrusting, monstrous rod equally so. It stings where his hands grip me. Claws?

I swing wildly on and off his thickening cock, helpless, tormented by the pleasure, my pussy constantly fluttering on the brink of another climax.

He howls, and the thrusts slow, going deeper, more deliberate, pressing his thick swelling past the lips of my pussy while the head pounds against my womb.

A scream is torn from me as the thickening ridge near the base of his cock keeps sliding in and out.

Chains rattle, and another male growls.

There is too much of him inside me, too much cock, too much raw pleasure. I cannot endure anymore.

It doesn't matter what I can or cannot take. Gray will have me anyway. He has captured me, taken me away on a ship destined for who knows where. Here, he has bound me and hung me where he might use me for his pleasure.

The twin swellings pulse every time they surge inside me—the knot pressing inside in ways that make me twitch and strain… in and out… in…

He growls, the sound so unnerving that every muscle in my body coils with tension. A warm pelt brushes against my clammy skin, and the beastly knot swells and locks us together. His hips rock against me, driving even deeper, battering the entrance to my womb and setting pleasure and pain to war.

I come hard, my stuffed pussy fisting over his terrifying knot.

I scream, jerking and body rigid, feeling his claws prick the delicate skin of my hips.

He growls again, an unearthly sound of a beast before teeth pierce my throat, and hot blood trickles out.

My pussy convulses and spasms around him, over and over, in a dark climax that has no end.

His teeth sink deeper, savaging my throat.

I whimper, floating, as waves of ecstasy carry me away.

Soft bedding is underneath me. I'm face down. The binding rope is gone, and warm hands work over exhausted muscles. Those hands are once more human.

Did I imagine what transpired… that he took me as a beast?

My throat throbs. No, I didn't imagine it any more than I imagined his wolf in the Tavern when he pleasured me.

The joy of his strong fingers digging into aching muscles stirs a groan from my lips.

"Pretending to be asleep, little mate?" His growled question close to my ear brings a full-body shiver. My throat isn't the only part of me throbbing, and a sharp ache blooms inside when my spent muscles squeeze. "My scent is all over you, and I love my smell on you. I've been waiting too long to have you. My beast won't be satisfied until you're thoroughly claimed in every way."

"I don't think I can take anymore," I whisper.

"Hush, I need this. My wolf needs this." His knees force their way between mine, spreading me open wide.

Instinctively, I try to rise, to buck him off.

The chains rattle again on the far side of the room as Callum growls behind the gag.

Gray's huffed laugh is dark and intimate.

"Lie still, lass, and let me have you how I need. If you fight, my wolf will think it's a game. He likes the thought of subduing you, of mounting you from behind like this." He holds me easily. "If you can submit to this, it will be easier on you. But make no mistake, your ass is about to be broken in."

I don't want to understand what he means—Callum touched me there once when he was eating my pussy. It shocked me… It also felt a tingly kind of good, and I came very hard.

I want to believe Gray means only to do the same, but I also don't.

Callum is growling again. I believe he likewise thinks the worst.

"Goddess, you cannot mean—oh!"

He drags my ass up from the bed. "Keep your head down and ass up. Yes, just like that."

I don't have the strength to lift my head—instructions are unnecessary. His fingers seek my slick pussy, petting my needy clit and distracting me from what I fear he is about to do. I groan when slick-coated fingers stop at my ass, circling the surprisingly sensitive entrance over and over before dipping a single finger in. "Good girl. Let me in."

Feeling that unnatural invasion, I immediately clench, stirring a rough chuckle from Gray.

"Fuck, you are tight. It might hurt some when I stretch you, but that can't be helped. You'll get used to it, lass. My wolf wants to breed you, but he also likes the dark place. Ass fucking is dark, filthy, and absolutely sublime." He rumbles with satisfaction as he works a second finger in. "You're going to come so hard."

His stern determination that he shall do this whether I wish it or not, that it might even hurt a little, and he doesn't care, should not be arousing.

Yet it is.

I question whether I still possess my wits, even as I beg and plead for a reprieve I don't really want. He doesn't listen, coating his cock in the slick between my thighs before forcing the head past the tightly puckered entrance. It throbs and burns. I'm sure I'm being broken in ways that cannot be repaired.

"We both need this," he says. With my hips in his hands, he slowly pushes the burning instrument of destruction ever deeper, in measured thrusts.

"Um—oh, Goddess!"

Circling his fingers around my slippery clit, he makes my poor, abused body so confused.

Tears trickle down my cheeks. I'm surrounded, filled, and opened.

This isn't just dark; this is pitch-black.

He begins to fuck me, slow and steady, and the terrible burn morphs into a sharp, tingly kind of pleasure.

As he ruts me, he growls in low, guttural sounds of pleasure. Callum growls, too, but his is full of aggression. Inside my ass, my nerves and muscles began to flutter. It's so sensitive there, making my belly clench, and my pussy gush and squeeze. The sensation of his thick cock sliding in and out as his rough fingers strum my clit sends my mind spiraling.

The climax envelops my whole body in a hot tide, and I shake and spasm uncontrollably as I am sucked into a spiraling vortex of dark, carnal pleasure.

I quiver and lose all command of my body.

He roars as he comes, an animal cry of conquest.

Mine.

I feel a familiar warmth inside my belly that spreads out into my chest. Emotions swamp me: pure, true, and possessive. Instinctively, I know they are Gray's.

He has claimed me as a mate.

But I am also Callum's.

And as the two forces slam together inside me, I climax all over again.