Page 49 of Her Wolf

Lars rolled her onto her side. Finn grabbed her top leg and bent it at a sharp angle, and then spread it to the ceiling.

If she’d had an ounce of strength, she would have tried to twist out of such a fucking revealing position; the lights were still on for heaven’s sake.

But there was nothing she could do. Not with her one ankle still tied to the bed, and her body limp as a wet rag.

So she had to swallow her uneasiness as Finn ran his hungry eyes down her body, settling on the slit between her legs as if it mesmerized her.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful your cunt is?” Lars murmured in her ear. He ran two fingers down either side of her slit, sending electric pleasure thrumming through her all over again.

As if it was a command, her body came alive again.

“Oh god,” she murmured, managing a small wriggle.

Finn opened her wider still, and rubbed the length of his cock over her slit.

She began trembling, and couldn’t stop. Tears pricked at her lids again, perhaps from the slow, heavy wave of whatever the fuck it was washing over her.

Love?

Lust?

She couldn’t tell anymore. But she felt as addicted to it as a bee to nectar. She couldn’t stop wanting it, wanting them.

Finn kissed her, and again slid his length against her.

She was so wet down there, she almost couldn’t handle the sensation. Finn slid a tongue inside her mouth, urging her to kiss him back.

And god, she tried. She must have done something right, because he moaned at her, and pressed the tip of his cock against her opening.

Not forcing his way inside, but just pressing against her.

Anticipation brought goose bumps out over her skin.

But then he drew away again, and slid against her clit.

And Lars’s dick was there instead, his fingers massaging her folds as he opened her.

Oh, holy hell, this was too much. She gasped, wriggling furiously, wanting one of them to fuck her so they could end this beatific misery they were enforcing upon her.

Hands touched her breasts. Her eyes fluttered open, landing on Bailey. He stood behind her, kneeling on the floor, but his hands sliding over her chest so he could cup her breasts.

She wanted to tell them to fuck her, but did she really want another one of those slaps? Her ass still burnt where Finn’s palm had landed.

The feeling hadn’t been unpleasant, but she wasn’t sure if she liked it yet either.

As if reading her mind, Lars slid a hand down her thigh, and massaged her ass. Not the side that Finn had slapped, thankfully.

Finn broke off his kiss, and gripped the front of her throat. The shock of it popped her eyes open, and she stared straight at him as Lars slapped her and forced the tip of his dick inside her.

Finn’s eyes gleamed with lust, his lips parting as he let out a long, warm breath.

She yelped at the sudden pain, but it disappeared an instant.

“Start counting, Princess,” Lars murmured into her ear.

“What?”

“That was one. Nine to go. Start counting.”

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