8. Bexley

8

BEXLEY

The war raging inside of me was too much to bear. One second, I wanted to slaughter all three of them for nothing more than their thought process. But, as the leather bindings around my wrists heated up against my skin, all I thought about was forgetting everything. Maybe I couldn’t outrun it. Maybe none of the training I experienced with the CIA was meant to get me out of my situation. Maybe… maybe there was no purpose at all. No higher calling. Maybe we were all just out here trying our damnedest to survive.

And when survival was in play, a different set of rules had to be executed.

The second Dom’s lips fell against my own, however, all thoughts fell to the wayside. His tongue plunged into my mouth, lapping against mine as goosebumps fled across my entire body. I tugged again at the restraints. My fingertips sizzled with a need to touch him. With a need to run my fingers through his haphazard brown hair.

That is, before I felt something sharp slip beneath my shirt.

“Dom,” I said breathlessly as my eyes widened.

He froze. “Might wanna be careful with that moving, sweet girl.”

I slowly raised my head and looked down, only to find that his fingernails elongated into those talons all of their wolves seemed to have. The sharp nail slipped beneath my shirt, and I watched as it slowly ran up the fabric. It peeled away effortlessly, as if the fabric itself made a pact to completely obliterate itself for the sake of that talon. I watched him run it all the way up my torso before he hooked it beneath the sports bra I had on.

And in one slow, fell swoop, as he dragged his talon up and into the air, my shirt and sports bra slipped haphazardly down my sides, exposing my stomach and bare breasts to the world.

“There we go,” he growled as he bent forward.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

The instant he wrapped his hot, wet tongue around my puckered peak, my eyes rolled back. I tugged my restraints, wanting nothing more than to bury my hands into the muscles of his back. He chuckled against my mounds. My muscles contracted and undulated as electric waves of need caressed my veins. He dragged his tongue over to my other nipple, tugging it softly with his teeth.

“Shit,” I hissed. “Fuck.”

“Mmmmm,” he moaned against my skin as he sucked my peak between his lips, “I love your sounds.”

“Dom,” I whimpered.

Then, he disappeared. Just like that. My body shivered with the cool air that descended onto my wet nipples. I searched for him, picking up my head as I glanced around what parts of his room that I could see. Nighttime blanketed the compound. Nothing but slivers of moonlight illuminated his bedroom as it poured through the windows. And it wasn’t until I saw him pop up from the floor that I saw him holding something between his fingers.

Something that I didn’t recognize.

“What are those?” I asked with a nod of my head.

He grinned as he nodded toward it. His fingertips turned it around, as if he were putting it on display for me.

“Oh, this little thing?” he asked as he pressed a button on the bottom of it.

My eyes came alive when it started vibrating in his hand.

“This is going in your ass before I fuck you,” he said with a devilish grin. “It’s called an anal plug.”

My jaw hit the floor. “There’s no fucking way that’s going in there.”

“Oh, but it will,” he said as he reached his talon down and slipped it beneath the ankle cuff of my sweatpants.

“Seriously, Dom, I don’t know who these clothes belong to.”

He chuckled as he slowly zipped that sharp weapon up my sweatpants leg. “We can get you more. It’s fine.”

“Dom.”

He put on a mocking voice. “Bexley.”

I shot him a look as his talon graced the inside of my thigh. I jumped, forcing him to pause, and he pinned me with a look that said ‘you better fucking settle down or this is gonna hurt.’ I held my breath and watched him work. I watched him slip his talon beneath my panties, fileting them open in one fell swoop. His talon worked its way down my other leg, seemingly zipping open my entire fucking outfit. And when he was done, he grabbed all of the ripped fabric and yanked it out from beneath me.

“Ah!” I exclaimed.

The burn of the fabric stung me in a few places as my naked body sat there, tied to Dom’s fucking bed frame.

Seeing him lick his lips, however, sent a shiver down my spine. “My, my, sweet girl. What fun I’ll have with you.”

He knelt on the bed in between my legs, and it killed me that he was still dressed. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to see him. But as he perched between my legs, his fingers parted my pussy folds. I hissed as the cool air of his room touched my most sensitive area. It felt like he was studying me, as if I were somehow on display.

My cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “Dom?”

He licked his lips. “You have such a pretty pussy, sweet girl.”

I whimpered at his words. “Dom, please.”

“Please… what?”

I raised my hips softly. “Touch me. Please. Kiss me. Do something. Anything.”

He chuckled darkly. “That’s a much better tone of voice than the one you were using before, don’t you think?”

“Dom,” I groaned.

And that’s when his finger descended against my swollen mound.

“Shit,” I hissed.

“Theeeere she is,” he grunted as his fingers tickled my clit. My legs jumped and heat pooled between my opened thighs. His dexterous fingertips made me see white hot stars as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Heat coursed through my veins. I gave into him, allowing my muscles to seek comfort at his touch. Wet sounds quickly appeared between my legs, lending proof to just how wild this motherfucker drove me.

“Such a good girl for me,” Dom murmured as his fingers quickly encircled my clit.

I felt pressure at my pulsing entrance.

“Yes, yes, yeeeees,” I groaned out.

“So tight,” Dom hissed as he slid the toy against my throbbing walls. “Goddamn it, Bexley.”

“Dom,” I whimpered.

In a flash, the sensation was gone, and I felt emptier than ever. I shook my head side to side, unable to utter my displeasure at the loss of his sensation.

That was, until I felt a pressure at my ass cheeks. “What the?—”

My body immediately tightened before I felt something press back against my aching clit.

“Just relax for me, sweet girl,” Dom coaxed.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered as his ministrations relaxed me.

“Theeeere we go. Just relax for me. Big, deep breaths.”

I bucked softly against his hand as my ass cheeks parted. Something pressed against my puckered hole, and it caused my entire body to brace. But, immediately, Dom massaged my clit a little harder and the whole of me seemed to relax against his mattress.

Before the tip of that plug breached my asshole.

“Oh, God,” I squeaked out.

Dom froze. “Pay attention to the sound of my voice.”

His ministrations along my slit overwhelmed me. “Dom.”

His lips kissed the inside of my thigh. “You’re doing so well, sweet girl. Just relax for me.”

“I’m trying.”

He kissed my thigh again. “I know, and I’m so proud of you.”

His words brought tears to my eyes. “Really?”

Instead of answering me with his words, he answered me with his tongue. Gone were his fingertips, and in exchange, his tongue raked against my sensitive clit.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

My hips left the bed. I felt that plug slipping deeper into my asshole. When he clicked that button to turn on the vibrations, I felt like a feral dog in heat. I dug my heels into the mattress as his mouth devoured me. That plug seated itself against my asshole, filling me in ways that made my body shiver with anticipation. I bucked ravenously against his face, coating his cheeks with my marks. He pressed his tongue hard against my swollen mound and my body unleashed.

“Dom!” I cried out. “I’m coming! Yes! Oh, God!”

He gave me no time to breathe. The second my back collapsed, I heard clothes falling to the floor. The mattress dipped between my legs. And before I knew it, Dom’s shadow cloaked me as he eased his thick girth inside of my body. The entirety of my world quaked for him as he stuffed me full with that plug still vibrating inside of my ass.

The second our hips bottomed out, a tantalizing growl fell from his lips.

“God fucking damn it, sweet girl,” he snarled as he placed his hands on either side of my head, “you’ll be lucky if I ever let you leave this room.”

We met one another, thrust for thrust. I fought against his restraints the entire time as he slipped out of me only to slam back in and fill me all the way up once more. I lost myself in his movements. Feeling his dick scraping along every part of my walls. The plug shook me to my core. The sounds of his hips snapping against mine filled me with a nameless desire I’d never experienced before. I succumbed to him; body, mind, and soul. And as his thick dick pulsed against my walls, his hips finally stuttered.

“Come with me,” he demanded as his lips fell to the shell of my ear. “Be a good girl for me and let me feel you.”

And that’s all it fucking took.

“Oh—shit—” I choked out.

“There’s a good girl,” he grunted as he rutted against me, filling me with his mark. “Just like that. Milk that dick, sweet girl. So good for me. Mm, mm, mm.”

I collapsed against the bed, soaked in sweat as a wet spot formed beneath my ass. Dom laid there, cloaking me away from the world until his cock naturally pulled its way out of my body. A gush of liquid made me grimace as he kissed his way down my body. He kissed my neck. He lapped softly at my sensitive nipples, and he traced his tongue all the way down my torso.

“Dom, I can’t,” I said breathlessly.

He paused just above my pussy. “Are you sure?”

My body shivered uncontrollably. “I-I-I—I’m sure.”

The tone of his voice immediately changed. “Color.”

I swallowed hard. “Ye—yellow?”

“Jesus, Bexley,” he hissed as he scurried off the bed. He made quick work of my ankle bindings before his hand disappeared between my legs.

“On the count of three, push for me, all right?” he asked.

I nodded quickly as the room spun. “I hear you.”

“One,” he said as he slid his hand comfortingly up my shivering leg.

“Two,” he said as his fingertips grasped the end of the butt plug.

“Three,” he said.

I bared down a bit, and out it popped. Just like that, the overwhelming vibrations ceased, leaving my body feeling almost empty. As Dom rushed around to either side of the bed, releasing my wrists from their bindings, I laid there and allowed the room to tilt around me.

I felt him pick one of my feet up with his hand. “How long have you been at yellow?”

My eyes fluttered closed. “Huh?”

He massaged my foot, working out the stiffness of my ankle near where the bindings clamped down. “How long has your color been at yellow, Bexley?”

It took me a second to find the answer. “Just… a few seconds ago.”

“So, after your orgasm?”

I nodded slowly as I relished the way he massaged my feet. Then, as he shifted to my other foot…

“Does your body get overly sensitive after orgasming?”

My cheeks flushed with the question. Were Voss and Ronyn always so upfront with questions about sex as well? I wasn’t used to talking so openly and naturally about a topic.

“Uh, y—yeah,” I said as I sighed with his massaging efforts. “It’s, uh… pretty sensitive afterward.”

“Good to know,” he said as he rolled my ankle out and popped my toes.

“Oooooh, that feels good,” I groaned softly.

He chuckled and pivoted himself, moving toward my arms. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his naked body drenched in moonlight, I watched him massage my hand and wrist.

“You know that the second your color changes, it’s your job to inform me, right?” he asked.

I smiled lazily up at him. “I thought that’s what I did.”

He dipped down into my vision. “Look at me, Bexley.”

I focused my tired eyes on him. “Yes, Dom?”

He pinned me with a look as he popped my fingers. “The second your color changes, you open your mouth. Understood?”

I nodded softly. “Yes, I understand.”

He put my hand down and kissed my forehead. “Good girl. I’m going to massage your other hand, and then I’m going to get you some water before you try to sit up.”

I giggled softly. “You don’t have to dote on me like this, you know.”

“Yes, I do,” he said as he moved to the other side of the bed.

My head moved with him, and I watched as he picked up my hand and placed it into his lap. “It’s called ‘aftercare,’ and it’s a vital component with something like this.”

“What does it do?”

He smiled softly as he popped my fingers. “It gives both parties a chance to reconnect with one another, outside of everything that may have happened beforehand.”

“Oh.”

He settled my hand at my side before looking over at me. “For some, scenes in the bedroom can get a bit intense. Some people like impact play to the point of being bruised. Others enjoy being degraded, or spat on?—”

“I’m sorry, did you say people liked to be spit on?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Don’t yuck someone else’s yum now.”

My eyes widened. “Do you like to be spit on!?”

He threw his head back and barked with laughter. “Not a fucking chance. But, for some people, it’s a thing. And aftercare, especially after a scene with heavy elements like that, helps to reassure both parties that what they’ve just experienced was an isolated event for both of their enjoyments and has no bearing on what their relationship and dynamic is like outside of the closed door they’re behind.”

I considered his words as he lifted my head and placed it into his lap. And as he started working out the knots in my hair, I drew in a deep breath.

“So, if you were to call me names in bed, then the aftercare is to reassure me that you don’t actually mean any of those names?”

“Exactly,” he said.

I nodded slowly. “Is there aftercare for you?”

He chuckled. “What do you think this is?”

I tilted my head up softly, looking at his upside-down face. “I mean, where I can reassure you of things. Like you’re doing right now with me.”

His smile was soft and genuine. “Again, what do you think this is?”

“Hey! Dom!” Voss barked.

I heard a door slam before Ronyn’s deep voice ricocheted up the stairs. “Dom! We need to talk!”

“Be there in a second!” Dom called back.

I snickered. “You know they’re going to come up here, right?”

Like clockwork, Voss’s heavy-handed footsteps sounded as they approached us.

“Dom,” he said as the bedroom doorknob jiggled, “what gives? Get out here.”

“I’ll start the coffee!” Ronyn bellowed from downstairs.

“Coffee does sound nice,” I muttered.

Voss paused. “Bexley?”

“What?” I asked flatly.

Voss slammed his fist against the door. “Dom, let her rest and get the fuck out here. We need to keep this pack safe.”

“Oh, is that what you call it?” I spat at him.

Dom reached down and kissed my forehead before settling my head back to my pillow. Then, I climbed out of bed, whipped his hand around in the air, and all of a sudden, I watched clothes reappear on his body.

“Wow,” I whispered.

“Dom!” Voss bellowed.

“Be down there in a second, Alpha,” Dom said.

“Now,” Voss commanded.

Dom perched on the edge of the bed again and raced his fingers through my hair. “You okay?”

“Dom!” Voss bellowed.

“Coffee’s ready!” Ronyn barked.

“Come on! This is important,” Voss said curtly.

“Well, what I’m doing is important, too,” Dom said as he continued running his fingers through my hair.

“And what the hell is more important than taking care of this pack?” Voss asked.

Dom didn’t hesitate as he gazed deeply into my eyes. “Keeping my mate safe.”

My heart came alive with his words. “Go, Dom.”

He tilted his head. “Are you sure?”

I snickered softly. “Your Alpha’s calling you, Dom. Go. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“You promise?”

I hated the worry pooling behind his eyes. “I mean, if you’re okay with the fact that I’ll probably be asleep once you’re done with them, then yeah. I promise.”

His smile was radiant as he bent forward and kissed my forehead one more time. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

After he tucked me into bed, I listened as he backtracked toward his bedroom door.

Before sleep quickly dragged me under for some slumber.