Chapter Forty-One Rosemary

I nodded, not trusting my voice, and Bastian beamed at me like the dirty dictator he was at heart. I had assumed he was just being helpful for Cantor in the hunter's cabin, but it was beginning to seem like bossing people around was his thing.

However, being bossed around by Bastian might also be my thing, so… good?

"Come here, little omega," Bastian purred. Lynter watched me with hungry eyes as I rose from my chair and inched closer to the two men. They were seated on either end of the settee, Lynter sitting as straight as a pole, while Bastian was sprawling, with his legs wide, as if he were the prince. Bastian caught my wrist once it was in range and drew me swiftly onto his lap. He turned and twisted me so that I was facing his lover, my back pressed up against Bastian's front, just like he had done in the cabin.

Fire burned in my belly, but I suddenly felt strangely shy.

"I'd say don't worry, he doesn't bite," Bastian murmured in my ear, "but well… he does." I could hear the amusement and desire in his voice. Was that for me, or for Lynter?

Did it matter?

Hesitantly, I started to lean forward, wondering if Lynter was secretly submissive in his sex life. His lover was another alpha, one that enjoyed ordering others around. Would I need to initiate everything?

I quickly found out as Lynter grinned at me then reached out and fisted his hand in my hair, the same way Bastian just did in his own hair, and pulled me forward.

I closed my eyes, expecting him to slam his lips into mine, to kiss me the way he dueled me, but instead he brushed his mouth over mine so gently I barely felt it. His bond quivered in my chest, sweet and tight like the string of an instrument. I opened my eyes, peering into his bright gaze, which flickered as if searching for something in my face. I was struck by how handsome he was. Why hadn't I seen it before? His hair was loose in the ponytail, roughed up by Bastian's possessive hold, and his thick, black brows and golden skin highlighted his blue-brown eyes. His crooked nose only added to his rough appeal, because I knew him. I could feel the steady, protective, loyal thrum of him in my chest, and so I knew however he had broken that nose, it was in service to his loved ones.

Instinctively, I tilted my head forward, pressing my own nose against his and nuzzling it there. He drew in a sharp breath, and his fingers tightened in my hair, almost to the point of pain, and then my stern alpha dipped back to my lips. They parted without a shred of resistance.

Lynter kissed as well as he did everything else, deliberately, passionately, with every ounce of his heart. All the while the bond thrummed between us, like a single harp string singing a sweet, sharp note.

That kiss seemed to last forever, and no time at all. As soon as we broke apart, panting, Bastian was in my ear again, his sultry voice like a brush of lips on its own.

"Lynter here enjoys control, my little Wildcat. Restraining his lovers. Making them take whatever he has to give." I shuddered at his words, although I felt a painful tweak at my gut at the word ‘lovers'. How many other lovers had there been? It doesn't matter , I told myself. It's not like you have the high ground when it comes to numbers .

Bastian squeezed me tighter, as if he could read my mind, but he kept up his murmured teasing.

"I seem to remember that you enjoyed my hands holding you the last time we played." A bolt of arousal flooded me at the memory, clearing my mind of dark thoughts, and slick drenched my underclothes. Both alphas groaned as my scent flooded the room. Lynter leaned forward to press his nose to my throat, where my scent was strongest.

"Sweet Rosemary, is that a yes?" He whispered. "Will you let me play with you?"

My cheeks burning, I nodded. What other answer could there be? I was starting to realize that seduction had never been a real option, for them or for me. Seduction implied resistance and when it came to these men, I had none.

Bastian pressed his teeth to my ear, nibbling down the edge. "Use your words, sweet Wildcat."

I gasped and tried to find my voice. "Yes, please," I croaked out. "That would be… uh… nice."

I'm so eloquent when I'm drowning in lust.

Lynter licked at the pulse in my throat, then nipped the skin there, startling me into a yelp. He drew back and looked into my eyes again, then a tiny smirk lit up his face. It was evil, and so possessive, it took my breath away.

"We'll make it very… nice," He purred, teasing me in a way I would have expected from Bastian, but not from Lynter.

He grasped my chin, so gently I barely felt his fingers, but I followed his guiding pressure as if I was leashed. He tilted my face up then leaned back so we could focus on each other.

"We will check in with you frequently, Rosemary," he said. "If you're scared, or anything feels numb or tingles, or hurts too much, please let me know immediately. Is there anything you don't want me to do?"

I was about to tell him there was nothing, but then I stiffened abruptly. Of course there was something. But did he really want me to give him boundaries, or was this just more posturing? Surely an ideal omega was one who could take everything her alphas wanted to give her. So should I try to be that ideal or try to show I never would be?

Bastian began to purr behind me, and my sudden tension drained away. Once again, the sound didn't blank out my mind, and I only felt myself relax, but stayed in control of myself. I wondered if Davos was capable of purring like that, without taking all my control.

"Um…" I said, realizing that Lynter was still watching me expectantly. "I don't mind if we… if either of you…" I blushed, hard. This was stupid, I'd had sex before. They obviously wanted to do it with me. And I was an omega. This was basically my job . Why was this so difficult to talk about? Lynter didn't blush when he was talking about training soldiers, did he?

"I don't mind ifyoufuckme," I blurted out, the words running together as I forced them into the air. "But… I… I don't want to be knotted." I glanced up, wondering if they would be mad. Lynter just nodded easily at me and kept his eyebrows raised in expectation of more. So I kept going. "I also don't think I'd like to have my ankles tied, or, um, restrained please." Lynter nodded again, more solemnly. He had seen the scar. He understood.

My bond with him twanged, while Bastian's grew heavier, smothering me in warmth. Was he doing that on purpose? I still didn't want to ask and draw attention to it. These strange new tethers seemed good… comforting. I didn't want that to be a lie, but some part of me argued that it must be.

Sex should be easy. Sex was the kind of joining together that I understood. Omegas were made to have sex with alphas, and it was the one tiny scrap of power to which I might be entitled. If I asked about those fledgling bonds and drew attention to them, I might lose them before I could even have this. I knew Davos wouldn't want me to bond with his packmates without him in the mix.

I wanted the choice to be with them, just once.

"We won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, Rosemary," Lynter assured me. "The second you say stop, we'll stop."

"Oh…" I hesitated, still wondering if I would annoy him, but the soft look he gave me encouraged me. "Could you… uh… I mean… you don't have to just call me Rosemary, right now. You could… you could call me omega. If you want to, a-alpha."

That was painful to ask for. I'd been so adamant about my name, and he'd respected it the whole time he'd known me. But I had been dying to call these men my alphas. It had been on the tip of my tongue for days. And I couldn't call him alpha and then have him refuse to call me omega.

"My good girl," Lynter breathed and kissed me again, harder this time, his tongue darting into my mouth as if it belonged there. Bastian slid his hands up my neck and into my hair, tangling with Lynter's fingers and massaging my scalp as I moaned into his packmate's mouth. Bastian was going to get his pants soaked with slick if he wasn't careful.

"My sweet omega. You're perfect." Lynter looked in my eyes and I could hardly believe this was the same man who told me to harden up and quit whining on the training field just yesterday.

"You've been so brave telling us your needs, and now we're going to take care of you." Lynter stroked my cheek, but then his eyes flashed wickedly. He pinched my butt, so unexpectedly that I yelped and squirmed on Bastian's lap. Bastian smirked and pulled me more tightly against his body as Lynter stood up.

"I'm going to go get some rope. Be a good omega for Bastian or he'll take you over his knee." Lynter winked at us and sauntered out of my room as I gaped after him.

"Is that… a thing you like?" I asked, hesitantly. Bastian chuckled, the sound vibrating into my body, replacing his purr. I nestled back against him as he carded his fingers through my hair. He nuzzled his cheek over the top of my head and his crisp, summery scent filled the air.

"I can't say I wouldn't enjoy your bouncy little cheeks under my hand, but it's not really one of my kinks."

"Oh," I said, trying to keep disappointment from my voice. Which was the most ridiculous response to someone saying they didn't want to hit me that I'd ever had. Bastian was enormous, with huge hands to match his size and strength. I did not want a spanking from him.

Did I?

He whispered in my ear, as if he could sense my conflict. "It's more of a Davos thing, kitten. I'm sure he'll keep your ass nice and bright if that's what you want."

My core clenched, and more slick slid from me, making it perfectly clear to both of us that that was exactly what I wanted.

Before I could get embarrassed, or scared of what that meant, because it was Davos , Bastian kissed me, his tongue tangling with mine, his lips moving as if he wanted to devour me. His hands slipped around to my back and deftly undid the laces of my overdress. He let it fall to the ground and immediately began to pull off my underskirts as well.

I sat rigidly in his lap, letting him divest me of my clothes, until he began to purr again in a sweet, light tone I felt in the pit of my belly. Somehow it both calmed me and made the fire there burn brighter.

The big alpha stopped pulling up the thin cotton of my shift, the last layer protecting my naked skin, and stroked my back through it instead, his huge, warm hands tender. "It's OK to stop if you want to, kitten," he murmured. "We won't be disappointed or mad if it's too much. Every moment you spend with us is a gift, no matter what we're doing." He pressed his mouth gently against my throat, his lips caressing the delicate skin there, and I shivered with pleasure.

I made a soft sound, almost like the kitten he'd named me, and tilted my head to the side, baring my neck to him. "Keep going, alpha," I murmured, my voice husky. "I-I want to be with you. Both of you."

I felt his answering shudder, his arousal suddenly obvious between us. Instead of scaring me, it spurred me on. Quickly, before I could change my own mind, I grasped my shift at the hem and yanked it up, pulling the ends past where our bodies were pressed against each other, then up and off. Once again, before the doubts that slithered around the edges of my mind could attack, he was kissing me, driving out every thought except the delicious taste of him and the sweet rasp of his calloused hands over my bare flesh.

We were still locked together when Lynter reentered the room, opening my door just enough to slip through and then locking it behind himself.

He was carrying a loop of golden yellow rope and a loop of bright violet rope. The colors of his magic and mine.

The stoic alpha actually blushed when I gave him a questioning look.

"Yes, well," he cleared his throat. "I happened to see this color at the market the other day and thought it was… Nice." I cringed slightly as he grinned at me, gently teasing me with my own stupid word.

"Now, Bastian," he said, his voice suddenly matter-of-fact. "I think if you hold her like so…" The two of them positioned my body before I could even think to protest, adjusting me to straddle Bastian, facing him but balanced on the furthest parts of his bent knees. Instinctively, I lifted my arm to press against my bare breasts, which were suddenly visible to Bastian. My underclothes, those poor, beleaguered shorts, were still on, but it hardly mattered. Bastian's pants were soaked. I winced as I suddenly remembered how well he knew the women who worked at the laundry.

"Still fine with this, kitten?" Bastian asked, brushing his thumb along the line of my jaw and kissing my cheek.

"I'm perfectly alright," I said, forcing my voice into lightness. Bastian's eyes went slightly distant and I realized, with a sudden burst of intuition, that he was checking the bond. So much for not mentioning it. I should have known he would be more aware of what a bond felt like than I would.

Since there was no point in holding back, I tweaked it, the thick pudding feel of him glowing warmly in response.

Startled, his eyes widened as he felt my tug, and then the big man giggled at me. A sound so unexpected and yet infectious I couldn't help but laugh as well, all tension fleeing my body.

Lynter placed a hand on the back of my neck. "Ready, my sweet Rosemary?"

"Yes, Alpha," I said and arched my back, pressing my chest into Bastian and my ass out towards Lynter, like the harlot I figured I probably was meant to be.

"Good girl," he hissed and gently pressed down between my shoulder blades, deepening my stance further, until my forehead was pressed onto Bastian's shoulder. Bastian skimmed his fingers over the soft skin of my throat, humming with pleasure and I made soft sounds of approval in response.

Lynter tugged each of my hands behind my back. Suddenly all my weight was balanced between my forehead and my seat and I no longer had any control over the angle of my body.

I whimpered and a gush of slick destroyed what was left of my underclothes. How did other omegas cope with this damn fluid? Both men made small, harsh sounds of lust, and I felt Bastian's chest rise as he drew in several deep, sucking breaths. Scenting me.

"You smell of sugared flowers, my Wildcat," he murmured in my ear. "The kind that decorate cakes with icing like snow. So achingly sweet and pure…" His voice deepened until it was all gravel. "It makes me want to ruin you."

He began a slow, thorough exploration of my throat, using the tips of his fingers and the gentle scrape of his orange-painted nails, as Lynter carefully and firmly began to secure my wrists. The rope he used to tie them was buttery smooth, and he wrapped it halfway up my forearms, binding them together in a hold that somehow made me feel safe.

Why did it make me feel so safe , to be here with them, at their mercy?

It was hard to concentrate on Lynter or my own doubts, however, when Bastian began nibbling on my neck as if it was a delectable meal, pausing only to whisper dirty things in my ear.

As soon as my arms were secure, Lynter grasped me by the shoulders and pulled me back. I wavered for a terrifying moment, unable to balance myself without my arms, but my alphas were both there, steadying me with their hands on my naked flesh. The momentary fear served only to electrify me. My skin flushed, heat building underneath it.

"I was going to tie a harness across her chest as well but…" I couldn't see Lynter, but I watched Bastian cock an eyebrow at his packmate.

"I didn't account for her being this turned on," Lynter said, gritting out the words between clenched teeth. "And I… I…"

Lynter pressed into me from behind and I could suddenly feel exactly what was making him so tense. He let my weight fall back against him completely, so that my hands were exactly level with his cock. My fingers automatically fumbled along the cloth which hid the hard length.

I had much more experience with a cock in my mouth than one in my hands, but I understood the basic mechanics. I pressed firmly against him and tried to keep my motions rhythmic. Pleasing him was suddenly imperative, in a way that I had never felt with an alpha before. Lynter hissed as I stroked him clumsily through the cloth separating us, my movement hampered by the ropes. I could feel the shuddering breaths he was taking as his lemon blossom deepened until it became the dominant note in the room.

Bastian began to kiss me again, rocking forward to press his mouth to mine and pin me against his lover, then drawing back. I whimpered at the loss.

"What do you want from us, kitten," he asked, "now that we've sheathed your claws?"

What did I want ? I frowned at him in surprise. This was already more pleasurable than any sexual encounter I'd ever had. What more was there to want?

My eyes widened as I realized he probably expected me to say dirty things to him, like he had been saying to me. I was already letting him down.

"Whatever you want to do to me, alpha," I said quickly, trying to make my voice as flirty as possible. "You can…"

He swiftly cut off my answer with another kiss, his tongue scooping out my words before I said them.

Lynter moved his hips back, as he pressed me forward again against Bastian with his chest, as though I was a toy they were passing between them. My own hands suddenly felt empty. I felt empty.

Why were they drawing this out? Why didn't any of my alphas seem to want to actually fuck me?

"I want to know what you want, kitten," Bastian husked.

"We both do," rasped Lynter. He sounded far more out of breath than he ever did in the yard.

"Whether you want us to rail you senseless," Bastian continued, "or you want to be untied and fed grapes all afternoon."

"I-I want to please you," I said, my voice uncertain. I didn't understand what the right answer was. The fact that there suddenly needed to be a right answer made my skin prickle all over, because that meant there was a wrong answer, and here I was, all trussed up and squashed between two enormous alphas.

All I knew was that my core was beginning to ache and my skin burned, and without use of my hands I had no way to relieve any of it. For the first time I wiggled a little bit and tested the bonds holding me. Slick dripped from me as I realized how secure they were. My body seemed torn between fear and arousal, waiting for something to trip me one way or another.

"Rosemary, is it that you don't know how to ask for what you want, or that you're not sure what to ask for?" Bastian was watching my face carefully now, his amber eyes intense.

"I…" I hesitated, my mind blank. Both of those options seemed equally incompetent to me.

He suddenly leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "Seeing you come undone with pleasure would please me very much, my Wildcat. Making you come, making you happy, is all I want to do."

A moan escaped my mouth at his sweet words. I had some experience with my own pleasure now from Cantor, but he only asked for permission to do things and then did them. Those things all happened to be worshipful and pleasurable for me, but I didn't need to consider what I wanted or how to ask for it. Figuring out what I wanted when I had no idea what was available seemed a difficult hill to climb at the best of times.

However, asking for pleasure from alphas who should, by all laws of the universe, be demanding it from me , seemed like an impossibility.

‘I… I don't know what to ask for," I said at last, my face flaming. "I feel empty. But not for grapes," I added hurriedly. To my surprise, Bastian roared with laughter. Even Lynter chuckled.

"No grapes, huh?" Bastian said, once he caught his breath. "I will give you some options then, but remember that you don't need to take any of them. Agreed?"

I nodded cautiously. Bastian beamed at me, and then his eyelids drifted to half mast, and the bond between us seemed to vibrate as if with his purr.

"We could lay you on your pretty little belly, and Lynter could feed you his cock while I fuck that sweet, soaking pussy I've been dreaming about for so long with my…"

"Yes, let's do that!" I interrupted him eagerly, earning another laugh.

"I haven't given you the other options yet, kitten," Bastian said, as Lynter ran trembling hands down my sides.

"Don't care," I gasped. Hearing him say such filthy things was the last straw. I tipped away from fear and straight into a burning pit of lust. "Please fuck me like that, alpha."

I started squirming, trusting Lynter to keep me steady as I rocked and maneuvered my way closer to Bastian. My consent to his proposal had burst out of me without thought, but now I was consumed by it. I wanted his cock inside me immediately .

Some small part of my brain noticed Lynter and Bastian exchange a glance, and Bastian pressed his hand briefly, but firmly against my forehead, as if measuring my temperature. I felt like I was burning up again, just like in the forest. That part of my brain whispered to me that I was having another heat spike, but really it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except relief.

As soon as I managed to press my body fully against Bastian, I began to grind against him, as much as I was able, smearing slick over both of us.

Watching his face, I could tell he didn't mind. His gorgeous, crisp cucumber scent began to compete with Lynter's in the air and, encouraged, I squirmed harder, until I almost slipped off his lap.

"Time to get you on the bed, omega," Lynter said and picked me up by my trussed arms, his other hand pressing against my belly to distribute my weight as he swung me around with ease.

He placed me across a corner of my bed so that my head and legs were dangling over the perpendicular edges. Lynter crouched down near my head. He pressed something small and cold into my bound hands.

"If you need me to stop for any reason at all, drop this bell," he said, looking into my eyes. "We'll hear it and stop immediately. And I mean any reason, omega." He injected a little bite of bark into his words and the command settled into my bones. "You have nothing to prove here."

He kissed me, slow and precise, and didn't stop while Bastian yanked down my underclothes, wrenched open my thighs, and plunged his tongue into me without warning. I squealed into Lynter's mouth at the unexpected intrusion and squirmed as he chuckled.

"Sweet little omega," he crooned, drawing back to kiss along my jawline. "Trying to get away? You belong to us now."

The words should have scared me, but instead Bastian groaned as a fresh flood of slick bathed him. He slid his tongue along my folds, before nibbling gently on my clit, as if he was trying everything to see what worked. It was so different from Cantor's steady, frenzied licking.

"Whatever you just said," Bastian mumbled, with his mouth full. "Keep saying it. Our omega is delicious ."

Lynter smiled at me, his eyes flashing with possession, and then he ran his nose up the side of my face. "My omega," he said, his voice deepening to a growl. "You want to be ours, our good girl, don't you? We're going to cherish you, love you, and give you your fill of us every night."

He peppered my face with kisses as he spoke and his words, along with the wicked movements Bastian was making, and the fact that I couldn't move to get away even if I wanted to, drove me higher.

Suddenly Bastian sucked my clit into his mouth and threw me over an edge I hadn't even seen, to detonate like a firecracker.

"Hmmm," Lynter purred, his voice husky, as I gasped and bucked my hips, straining against the ropes. He kept his eyes so close to mine I could count his eyelashes, drinking in my expression as I came. "Not a noisy one, is she, love?"

"Not yet ," Bastian replied, the grin evident in his voice. As he spoke his lips vibrated against my sensitive flesh, causing me to shudder with aftershocks of pleasure. "We'll just have to coax it out of her."

He slid a finger into me, and I whimpered at the intrusion. I was no virgin, but it had been a long time since I had been a young beta, free to take any lover I wanted. I had never taken an alpha inside me. His finger felt rough and large, pulling at my tight flesh in a delicious way that made me strain for more.

Why the hell had they tied me up? I squirmed, trying to impale myself deeper on the intruding finger, but Bastian abruptly pulled it out and smacked my ass. The shock of it made me freeze.

"Not so fast, omega," Bastian said. "Tell me what you want first."

Lynter stood up, putting me face to face with the bulge in his pants so suddenly my words dried up, even as my mouth began to water.

Bastian chuckled and gave me another light smack. The sharp sting brought me back to his question.

"Uh… what?"

Lynter started undoing the laces of his pants, smirking down at me so that I could hardly think. I'd never found oral sex to be more than a chore, something to endure for the sake of the man's pleasure, but damn if I didn't suddenly see the appeal. I was desperate for Lynter to hurry up and get his pants off.

"So hungry for your alphas, sweet Wildcat," Bastian purred from behind me. "Look at you all mesmerized by our Lynter."

I shuddered at his possessive tone, his claiming of both me and his mate. As if we all shared each other. As if, even though I was tied and helpless between them, somehow I was an equal to them both.

"I want you," I whispered. My voice was half-choked by need and shame. I cleared my throat and tried again. "I want both of you. Now, please."

"Good, brave, polite girl," Lynter growled, pride evident in his voice and I flushed with pleasure. It was nothing to be proud of, really, but I soaked in the praise and pressed my head into his hands anyway, like a cat asking for pets. He combed his fingers through my hair then finally let his pants drop, so I could see all of him. I had seen alpha cocks before, of course, so the size didn't shock me. What shocked me was my own visceral reaction to the sight of him. Slick poured from me again, Bastian groaning as he added another finger to my channel and began to pump them in and out.

It was dusky-skinned, laced with veins, and the mushroom tip was weeping fluid that smelled of Lynter. Would he taste like lemon?

Unable to grab him and pull him closer, I was reduced to opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue like a panting animal, hoping he would get the hint.

His eyes hot on mine, Lynter shifted just close enough for me to lick the tip of him. The taste burst on my tongue, musky and bitter but tinged with lemon and sweet figs. I wriggled again, this time trying to inch myself forward and he placed both hands on my head, fingers digging into my hair.

"No, sweet omega, you stay right there and take what you're given." His voice was strained, panting. "I'll take care of you. Trust me."

He took another small step forward, pushing the head of him closer, until I could wrap my lips around it gratefully, my mind in such a haze I barely noticed Bastian beginning to suckle on me again.

I slurped around the bulbous cockhead in my mouth, suckling and rasping against it with my tongue as Lynter groaned and dug his fingertips into my scalp, each one a separate point of electric pleasure.

Bastian withdrew his mouth and I whimpered at the loss, but he kept his fingers in me as he rose, then leaned over and kissed Lynter. The two alphas locked lips over me, thrusting into me with cock and fingers both, as if I were merely something they were using to pleasure each other in their own lovemaking. I could hear the soft sounds of their lips, my body burning at the thought of connecting them, a toy at their mercy for all of our pleasure.

They started up a brutal pace, plunging into me at the same time, filling my mouth and cunt simultaneously. I squealed around Lynter's cock when Bastian crooked his fingers into a wicked curve that brushed against a sensitive spot inside me. The vibrations made my alpha groan and break off the kiss to lean over me. He brushed my hair aside and gripped my waist for leverage as he rocked his pelvis against my mouth. Every thrust seemed to take him deeper, becoming more demanding, until he suddenly seemed to pop through and drove deep into my throat, burying himself in me until my nose pressed against his pelvis. I panicked, my air shut off, and for a split-second I considered dropping the bell.

Lynter made shushing, soothing noises and started to purr, even as he held me tightly against him. The vibrations soothed me and he slipped even deeper, moaning as my throat clenched around him. His purr went straight to my clit.

Bastian still had his fingers inside me, but was only rocking slowly, letting me adjust to his lover. Despite the immediate urgency of the cock in my mouth I was suddenly all too aware of being impaled at either end. It almost felt as if the two would meet in the middle of me.

Lynter pulled out as my head began to swim, just enough so that I could take deep breaths, my tongue lapping him as I panted. While he let me recover, Bastian suddenly had his mouth on me again, his lips pulling and suckling my flesh. I moaned, delirious with sensation, being dragged up to another peak of pleasure. Just as I was about to tip over, Lynter slammed back into me.

"Come for us, Rosemary. Come for your alphas," Bastian growled then bit gently down on my clit and thrust three fingers into me. I obeyed him with a muffled cry. The two alphas ran their hands over my shaking body, as I warbled and trembled around Lynter's cock. Groaning in ecstasy, he shuddered as he came, and pumped his cum straight into my belly. To my surprise, Bastian bellowed as he followed suit. He must have been stroking his own cock, even as he used his mouth and one hand on me. That thought, that we were all coming together, sent more waves over my pleasure-wracked body.

I fell into a haze then, as they untied the rope, pulled the small bell from my hands and nuzzled and stroked me. The last thing I noticed was Bastian brushing his hand against my forehead and murmuring in relieved tones to Lynter, as I slid into sleep.