Page 36 of Savage Trap

“No, princeshë.” Arben says and reaches out to stroke my tear-stained cheek. “They are going to kiss you better.”

I settle a little. Kissing sounds a hell of a lot better than spanking.

“What about me?” Rory calls, still working his erection. “What am I doing?”

Arben gives a dark chuckle. “You? Nothing, wolfling. You sit there, and you don’t touch yourself. Your punishment is no pleasure until I say so.”

It's Rory’s turn to squawk, but I just smirk as he huffs and tries to wrestle himself back into his pants. And then my focus is back on my mates. Because Cam is massaging my calves, while Kelly carefully peels off my dress. The material catches on my tender cheeks and I wince, but he’s murmuring soothing words, his breath soft on my tortured skin.

I can still feel his erection, though, and I rub it a little with the heel of my hand, looking up at him curiously. “Do you just like watching me get spanked, or do you like being spanked?”

“Both.” He gives me a smile that’s borderline criminal. “If I could have it my way, you’d be bent over one knee and I’d be over the other. Every smack you’d rub your hot little ass on mine. Or maybe we do it face-to-face, so I can kiss away your tears.”

I gulp a breath, almost half-inclined to give it a try. But then I remember how much it hurt and I shake my head. “Maybe I’ll just be the one spanking you,” I declare, shooting Arben a filthy look.

What I’m not expecting is to hear them all groan at the idea, their musk lifting into the air in a heady haze. I bite my lip, peeking up at Link as I fold my arms across his thigh. He’s still not looking at me, but there’s a pulse flickering in his jaw. I flick my gaze down to his groin and even though he’s wearing his military-style cargoes, I can see the hard line of his erection pushing at the fabric. What I can’t tell is if he’s uncomfortable watching me get punished, or if he’s excited about the idea of seeing Kelly spanked but doesn’t want to let on. For all the times Link and I have ended up in the same bed, I don’t know much about what he likes sexually, except that it always revolves around our sunshine.

And all of a sudden, I’m insanely curious.

“What do you think, Link?” I ask, still nibbling on my lip. “Should I spank Kelly?”

He jerks, his eyes unreadable when they flick down to me. “What?”

“Well, he’s your mate. And you’re very protective of him.” I force a smile I don’t really feel. “You might shoot me if I make him cry.” But he just stares at me like I’ve lost my mind and I realize how stupid I sound. “Oh, right. You probably spank him all the time if it’s something he likes. So maybe I should watch next time and learn how.”

He makes a strangled sound and presses a hand to my mouth. “Just stop.”

His skin tastes like gun oil and alpha musk, but I don’t let it distract me. “Am I embarrassing you? But why? I’ve watched you do all sorts of stuff to Kelly. You have to tell me if that’s out of bounds.”

Link just shakes his head and looks at Kelly, who gives a soft laugh and bends down to kiss the heated skin of my ass. His soft lips feel like heaven and I groan, pushing my butt up at him. “More, please. It hurts all over.”

That has them all moving under me, Kelly feathering kisses across both cheeks while Cam’s fingers dig in deeper, massaging the tension out of my thighs. When Kelly starts to lick across what I’m sure are the giant welts left by Arben’s hands, I groan and my perfume fills the air. But I freeze as slick trickles between my thighs.

“It’s okay, Angel,” Kelly whispers, feathering more kisses over me. “You’re allowed to feel good now.”

I bury my face in my folded arms. “But I thought this was punishment.”

Link mutters something under his breath, but Kelly just kisses me some more. “That’s over. Now we get to take care of you.”

I roll my head just enough to peek up at Arben, whose arms are folded, his legs braced wide. He looks like a scowly statue as he watches us and I feel a flicker of renewed anger. “Then if I’m allowed to feel good, I want more.” I push my butt up again, even though my thong is probably soaked in slick by now. “More, please.”

What I’m not expecting is for my lace thong to be nudged aside and a finger dragged between my cheeks. I freeze and Cam chuckles. “You said more. Isn’t this what you meant?” He doesn’t wait for my answer, sliding down to press lightly against my hole. It makes me jerk hard, my thighs clenching, and he makes a dark humming sound. “Sometimes I forget how innocent you are. Have you ever had someone in here, sweetheart?”

I pillow my head on my arms, hiding my flaming cheeks. “No. But if it’s anything like spanking, I know I’ll hate it.”

“Should we find out?” Cam murmurs something to Kelly, and then I feel fingers sliding under my thighs, and my angel is gently rubbing my nub. It feels so good, I didn’t realize I was already right on the edge, and more slick trickles out as he hooks his fingers inside me. He’s still licking and kissing the raw spots on my ass and I rock over his lap, torn between his mouth and his hand. But then his fingers are tangling with Cam’s and I feel a thumb press into my hole. I’m pretty sure it’s just the tip, but like every other part of Cam, it feels huge. I groan, not sure if I want to push back on him or pull away. “Let me in, sweetheart,” Cam whispers against my thigh. “Give me your pretty pink hole.”

“Fucking fuck fuck!” Rory spits from across the room, but I barely hear him, torn between the pleasure under me and the intense pressure at the back. I’ve read about this stuff, of course, but in my monster romances, whoever is getting their butt probed always gushes about how good it feels to be so full. But then again, there’s usually a slippery tentacle or barbed tail involved…

“How does she look, Link?” Cam asks softly as he sinks in another inch. “Let him check in, sweetheart, so I know you’re okay.”

I’m not sure I want to show Link my face right now, but I don’t want them to stop, either. So I quickly meet his eyes before burrowing back into his thigh again.

“That’s not consent, Angel,” Kelly says, gently pinching my clit. “Tell Link how it feels.”

I swear to god they’re all trying to kill me. Either by making me drown in my own embarrassment, or in the puddle of slick that’s brewing in my body. Either way, I still don’t see how this is punishing anyone but me.

“Okay,” I grumble, although it comes out breathless and shaky. “The front stuff is good, obviously,” I tell Link, rolling my head just enough so I can stare hard at his chest.

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