Page 165 of Iris
Xavier moves behind me, fully removing the cloak, and undoes the ties in the back of my dress. It falls from my shoulders, exposing me, keeping my arms caught.
“Tighten the ties,” Killian orders.
I feel Xavier’s grin everywhere as he does just that, and I’m now trapped. I’m theirs to control, to do with what they wish. I can’t even stand.
Without warning, Killian grabs my hair, pins and all, and drags me to his rigid cock. He shoves it deep in my mouth and works me until he forces himself all the way, choking me.
I cough and splutter as he lets me go, my clit throbbing. As he pulls off his belt, he shoves me at Xavier.
He’s gentler, but not by much, and I’m so riled that I don’t want sensitive Mr. Scarsby. I want the feral side of Xavier.
As if reading my mind, he begins takes his cock and begins to fuck my face with no warning. Like with Killian, he shoves his all the way in, holding it and making me choke. I swallow and gag, drool adding lubricant as he pulls out, only to plunge in again and again.
Each deep thrust and hold is like something unspooling in me, a layer of desire. My juices soak my panties, and start to coat my inner thighs.
I wish I had my hands so I could pull this man into me faster, harder and?—
I jerk on his cock as Killian’s belt bites into my ass. The pain ricochets into pleasure. He does it over and over until my body betrays me, and I come, hard, an empty, thrilling orgasm. I need someone in me. No, I need one of my Alphas in me. Now.
As I think this, Xavier pulls me right up against him, his big cock in my throat, and I can’t breathe as it swells and jerks. He comes with a guttural snarl.
Spots of black dance in front of my eyes as I try to focus, to stay conscious, and I don’t want to let him go. I’m sucking as I’m fighting the encroaching dark, but one more whack of the belt makes me scream, and Xavier pulls out.
He leaves me there, on the floor, needing more and Killian circles me, holding the belt firmly in his hands.
“Now,” Killian whispers, “what am I going to do with such a disobedient brat?”
CHAPTER
FORTY-NINE
Xavier
Killian’s at the very edge of control, a place he loves. But this girl is the one who pushes him into the danger zone.
He whips her again, the sound sliding through my flesh and wrapping around my dick, reviving it. I stroke myself slowly because I’m going to pace myself, have her again and then…
Then she needs to go the fuck home.
There’s too much unease in the air.
For a man like me, I notice it where others don’t. It hides in the unsaid, in the quiet moments.
“What do you think,” Killian asks me, softly, displaying her soft ass to me, pretty and red with marks she’ll feel for days.
Killian looks at me, not smiling, but the satisfaction of almost crossing the line is thick in the air.
Her panties are lowered, her face on the ground, and she glistens before me, an offer a man can’t resist.
He starts fingering her, holding her open and stretching her. Then, after moving into position, he pushes his cock deep intoher. He starts thrusting like a mad man, and it’s a sight I will never forget… The way she opens and stretches and clings to her. Suddenly, I know what I want, what I need.
Her ass. I want to plunge deep in there, as he fucks her hard and fast at the same time. A long double penetration of her, the two of us working her, making sure she knows exactly who she belongs to.
We can both play games. Me the softer, kinder, polite Mr. Scarsby that appeals to Iris’s gentle romantic heart. Killian the brutal master of intent, of using pain and discipline to bring out her hungry erotic edge, for her to be the brat that’s alive in her.
But then there’s this. The purity of us. Sexual beasts claiming their mate, over and over. Worship, need, love, lust—all the elements rolled into one. And as I watch Killian right now, that’s exactly what he’s doing.
