Page 170 of A Bond in Blood

My body trembled against his while I considered his words.

“I need an answer.” He bit my ear with his whisper.

My eyes went up again, finding Olen with a full erection standing so close to my face it would have taken little effort to claim him with my mouth.

“What is my punishment?” I replied, trying to understand what I was agreeing to.

“Whatever we deem appropriate,” Olen responded above. “Whatever ourkingdemands of you.”

Ulrich’s body pressed into mine and my body went hot at the heat of his arousal under the fabric of my dress.

“Pain?” I muttered.

Ulrich laughed behind me. “And pleasure. Both, at the same time. We cannot allow you to forget you are being punished. You will have to tell us your limits though.”

“How?” I whispered, unsure how my voice had managed to speak with the nerves fluttering in my belly.

“Yell out the name of your island if it is too much. If you relent or the pain has broken you to your limit.”

Nóatún

The word rang in my head as my hand went back, gripping Ulrich’s thigh without my control. His breath hitched against my ear and his hand held my throat tighter.

“It’s about trust,” he whispered. “Do you trust us, Brenna?”

Trust. The word was hot in my mind. A fire determined to burn through me.

“Do you accept your punishment?” Ulrich’s voice was a growl, low and full of need.

I met Olen’s eyes and the shimmer of mischief in them. My hand held Ulrich tighter while I considered my choices: accept this punishment and send my sin-stained soul further into the darkest depths, or take the easy choice, the comfortable one of being thrown back into those rotted dungeons.

The woman who had arrived on this island would have chosen the second, easier option. She would have recoiled knowing thefire these men now put through her body and blood. She likely would have died where she stood if she knew that I did trust these creatures, even if it were only that they would not truly harm my body in this way.

I gulped and Ulrich held me tighter.

I was no longer that woman.

“I accept,” I whispered.

“What a goodbeast,” Ulrich sneered. “Open your mouth.”

I hesitated for a moment, my body’s attempt to stop me and Ulrich’s hand went to my jaw, forcing it to open.

“You will do as you're told, tonight. Do you understand?”

I nodded, trying to ignore the pain of his grip while Olen approached.

“Olen,” Ulrich’s beard brushed my cheek while he gazed up at his right hand, “fuck her face.”

I leaned back, a reaction I had no control over, and Ulrich’s free hand gripped my hair. His palm flattened against my head, shoving me toward Olen. My body went hot and tight at the sensation of Olen’s shaft sliding down my throat. Gently at first, like the giant wanted to remind me of my control, but then the beast in him took over.

Ulrich’s hand gripped my head still while Olen pushed into me, filling my throat with him. Not allowing me a moment to catch my breath when he pulled out then thrusted down again.

My body trembled on my knees and my eyes watered. I wanted to beg for their release. For them both to allow me a moment to pause, but a darker part of me accepted this punishment. Accepted the heavy breaths both men let out and the heat of their desire wrapping around my body.

Slickness grew between my thighs, and I let out a groan as Olen went deeper, forcing me to gag on him and pull away. I leaned down, my hands gripping the stone floor while I tried to steady my breaths.

Ulrich’s hand pulled my hair up again, yanking me away from the ground.

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