Page 171 of A Bond in Blood

“I did not say you were done,” he seethed in my ear.

He pressed his palm against my back, keeping me on all fours. His hands threw the skirts of my gown over my hips, and I trembled as he ripped my undergarments from my body, exposing me to him.

“Olen,” he demanded.

His hand on my head kept me from being able to glance up to see what he was demanding but then my screams echoed across the room when something cold and hard slapped against my backside.

“Fuck the fucking Gods!” I yelled out.

Olen was on his knees in an instant, his hand cupping my chin.

“You and those Gods, princess,” he laughed. “Hold still.”

I shook my head, suddenly regretting my choice with the sting of whatever Ulrich had struck me with bringing back memories of my lashes.

“Please,” I whispered. “I can’t.”

Olen’s mischievous smile grew serious, and he held me tighter. “You know what to say if you are truly done. The dungeons will welcome you. Are you done, Brenna?”

I stared into his dark eyes. My lips wanted to utter the word. My mind wanted me to end this insanity.

But my soul could not allow it to stop.

I shook my head and Olen nodded with an appreciative grin.

Ulrich’s hand brushed against the sensitive skin he’d struck moments before. I held Olen’s gaze, my legs trembling at the sound of Ulrich’s clothing being removed behind me.

He pressed against me, his hard cock just brushing my entrance.

“Stay here,” he whispered as he shoved away.

Olen smiled at me, brushing his thumb across my lower lip. “It’s a miracle, princess. You’re doing what you’re told.”

My lower belly ached with need while he continued to circle his teasing and maddening touch.

I began to wonder what Ulrich had disappeared for when his hand appeared in my peripheral, passing Olen a sheath. Olen winked, pulling his thumb away while he rolled it down over himself. Then Ulrich was behind me again, rubbing himself against my slickness once more.

“Olen,” he muttered, “our whore is wet for us.”

My body froze at his words.

Olen grinned at me. “Is she?”

Ulrich’s hand reached around me, stroking between my thighs. He groaned while he moved against me.

“She is so wet for us,” he moaned. “Like the good whore she is.”

I hated how much I loved his use of the word in that moment. How it sent my legs trembling with desire, clouding my mind’s attempt to protest.

Olen stood, leaving me to stare at the bed while he went to my backside. My body was shaking while I waited for what was to come when Ulrich’s body pulled from mine and he took the spot Olen had been in moments before.

My eyes went right to the tattoos on his thighs then traveled to his hard cock.

He smiled, brushing my lips as Olen had and I let out a gasp when Olen’s fingers entered me suddenly.

“Tell me what you are, Brenna,” Ulrich said with his eyes flaring.

I shook my head and Olen added another finger, pumping in and out of me quickly. Stealing my ability to respond.

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