Page 91 of Seizing Control: Part One

Until I circle my fingers around my neck and squeeze.

I lean back against the wet tiles as I constrict my airway.

Desire pools in my lower belly.

Eyes shut, I run my free hand over my left breast and down my stomach. When I reach the ache between my legs, I part my thighs and cup my mound. Lust blooms. Agony in dire need of release. My mind returns to the letter I wrote the night before last. Zeke and Slash. That damn four-poster bed. My first love and my husband restraining me. Sandwiching me between their hard bodies. Controlling my pleasure as they lovingly steal my control.

“Yes,” I breathe out as my fingers strum my clit.

In my mental threesome, my wet heat is filled by Zeke.

Behind me, Slash works his fingers into my forbidden entrance.

The fullness is mind-blowing.

Pushing two fingers inside my pussy, I widen my stance as I bring myself to the cusp of climax. My brain stutters for a second, reality threatening to intrude, until I concentrate on the memories of Zeke inside me as I conjure a new fantasy with Slash. The big man works the head of his pierced cock into my virgin hole. With a firm grip on my hips, Zeke holds me in place for him.

“Good girl,” my first love croons in my ear as Slash pushes deeper. “You’re gonna take us both. Squeeze us tight while we fuck you into oblivion.”

Slash’s hand collars my throat.

His fingers bite into my flesh.

He thrusts to the hilt, filling me.

Zeke pumps his hips, matching his best friend’s invasion.

Then, they start to chase their own release with my body as their willing vessel.

I see stars.

I fall over the pinnacle of pleasure into a climax that makes me shake.

Black spots invade my vision while I combust around the hard cocks of the men I love.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck.”

“Cherub.” Nadia knocks on the bathroom door. “Are you all right?”

My eyes fly open. I pull my hand from between my thighs, knocking a bottle off the shower shelf as I startle at her interruption. Hurriedly reaching for my loofah, I squeeze body wash onto it. “I’m fine. Just dropped my shampoo.” On jelly legs, I brace with one hand against the wall while the water crashes over me. The loofah falls to the floor as I fight to regain control of my trembling body. My voice is strangled as I say, “I won’t be much longer.”

“Okay. I’ll come back in a few minutes.”

Speeding through my shower with jerky motions, I do my best to ignore the implications of my fantasy. Slash and Zeke. Together. It shouldn’t have felt right, but it did.

If only the two men in my life would see it the same way…

My orgasm might have messed with my head, but it relaxed my body. I find myself humming under my breath while I dry my hair and dress in the clothes Nadia decided I should wear today. In the back seat of Slash’s Rover as we head to the church, I catch Crystal and Nadia shooting me curious glances. I pretend not to notice their inquisitive expressions as I’m rushed into the smaller chapel and the process of being turned into a woman worthy of a Trinity prince commences. My uncustomary compliance throughout the long process makes them frown, even as they seem to take comfort in the lack of drama.

“You’re oddly calm,” Nadia remarks as the tiara Crystal provided is stitched into my hair with elasticised thread. “I expected a meltdown by now.”

“I’m impressed, mo ulaidh bheag,” Crystal adds. “With the ritual tonight, I expected more nerves.”

Slash’s harsh explanation from earlier in the week echoes around my head.

“We needa consummate the union in front of handpicked Trinity witnesses.”

My first time having sex since the miscarriage will be in front of an audience.

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