Page 204 of Heartless Legacy

Finn says, “There is no better remedy for relieving tension than an orgasm.”

Wolfe walks closer, staring down at us. Holden hasn’t stopped his assault on my tits, and Finn’s hand is still rubbing between my legs. He’s shirtless, his sleep pants hanging low on his hips. “Do you have room for one more?”

I know what he’s asking. Can I deal with another person in bed? I don’t know the answer, but I think I want to try. He reaches out his hand to pull me to a sitting position, then leans over to kiss me. Finn kisses my right shoulder while Holden nibbles on my left.

My body flushes as my temperature spikes. They’re crowding me, three sets of hands touching me, and there’s nowhere else to go. Their scents fill the air, making my head swim.

The months I was gone, I didn’t want to be touched. I never thought I’d be able to tolerate being touched again. But right now, I have none of those issues. I’m panting, desperate for more. “Something wrong, Pet?”

“Nope.”

Wolfe stands there watching, an encouraging smile on his face. “Are you just gonna watch?” I say it as a joke, but maybe two other guys is a bit much form him.

He kisses me again, slow drugging kisses which make me soft and compliant. The last bit of nerves I have melt away. Then says, “Yes, Sweetness, I’m gonna stand here and watch.”

“Just watch?”

“I’ll watch for a while, then I’ll join in. I can’t wait to see how you look with every hole filled, just like we talked about.”

“What if I can’t?”

He kisses me again. “Then we won’t. You’re in control. We only take this as far as you want to.”

It’s one thing to talk about it. Or to be with each of them separately, but this is gonna shift our dynamic again. Is he really okay with sharing me like this? “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, Thea. I want to see you live out your fantasy. And mine.”

“Your fantasy is…”

“To watch you fall apart over and over again. To watch you take orders. To watch you give up total and complete control.” He drags his lips across my ear. “To watch you be the perfect fuck toy. A slut for our cocks. Dripping with my cum. I want to watch you do whatever I say to make me happy. My perfectly sweet, good girl.”

I make a noise in the back of my throat, and he asks, “What’s wrong, Sweetness?”

I can’t answer, but I’m imaging all those things and I want them too. His voice is the lure of evil tempting me to sin.

“When you think you’ve been used all up? When you think your pussy can’t take any more dick. When you’re so sore, it hurts to move your legs. I’m gonna hold you open and push you even further over the edge until you feel completely and utterly spent. Am I right about you, Thea? Are you up for the challenge?”

“Yes.” I say without hesitation. Deacon speaks my love language. I’m always up for a challenge.

He chuckles darkly against my ear. “Good fucking girl.”

He nods at Finn and Holden and they resume what we were doing before he came in. Holden shifts behind me, resting his back against the headboard, and pulls me onto his lap, removing my shirt, while Finn scoots down, dragging my sleep shorts off. He tosses them away, then places my right leg over his shoulder and begins feasting on me.

“Oh, shit.” I grunt as Holden rolls my nipples between his fingers.

“You doing okay, Thea?” Wolfe asks, from his place at the foot of the bed. I nod, unable to speak. Two people. Two people are touching me and I’m fine. Holden’s hand skates up to my throat and rests there. Slowly, he increases the pressure on it, while Wolfe walks over to the other side of the bed, holding my bandana in his hands. I stiffen as he wraps it around my head, taking away my ability to see. Holden removes his hands and Finn’s no longer between my legs. I can’t see or hear anything. I yelp when someone grabs my hands, rolling me onto my side.

“You’re okay, Sweetness. It’s still just us.” When the panic comes, I want you to use your senses to figure who’s touching you.” I try to do as he asks, but I’m blinded and my body is on alert, prepared for an attack.

Another hand drags along my arm, then another across my nipples. Fingers on my clit. Then someone blows along my spine. The touches are light, playful. My skin tingles, and that tinge of panic is still there.

No one speaks, as they grab and lick, pinch and suck on my skin, ignoring my attempts to pull away from the hands holding me in place. I’m panting and begging to have my hands free. Then, there are fingers. Inside me. Who is it? Wolfe said to use my senses, so I try to concentrate on the touch. The callouses on the hands, the pressure they use.

The more I focus, the easier it is for me to breathe, and the more I can feel the sensation. They’re not hurting me. The hold on my wrists isn’t the biting steel of the cuffs. It’s a firm hold, thumbs massaging the pressure points in my wrists. The hands on my breast aren’t punishing. They’re kneading and reverent fingers brushing over my nipples. The discomfort turns to warmth and I feel the beginning hints of pleasure.

“That’s it, Thea.” Wolfe coos. “Let us make you feel good. That’s all we want to do to you.”

That’s what I want too. I release a shaky breath and open my legs wider for whoever’s between them. “You ready for more?” He asks.

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