Page 84 of Wicked Truths

“I’m fine with that,” I say as Marcus works a hand down, circling my clit with his middle finger.

“Choking, restraints—either with devices or our bodies?” Hawk asks.

“Yes and yes,” I agree. My instincts are obsessed with the feeling that comes when they trap me between them. “Maybe, no to devices. I prefer it when you hold me down. Choking is ayes, pleaseall the time, though.”

“Such a good little fuck toy,” Marcus growls, reversing his strokes on my clit.

I frown, pushing against his chest. “I like it better the other way.”

“I know.” He tilts my chin up even further and captures my mouth; I moan into the kiss, and he pulls back. “I’m not trying to send you over the edge. Just keep you in a compliant princess state while Hawk finishes the million questions.”

“That’s smart.” Hawk chuckles. “Spanking, anal, double penetration?”

“Yes, maybe, and maybe,” I groan, grinding against Marcus’s hand.

“Breath play, primal play—including chase scenes. Wait, what’s the difference between breath play and choking?” Hawk flips back to the previous page.

“Could be that she can’t breathe because she’s too busy choking on your giant cock. But breath play could include water,” Marcus says. “Honestly, I don’t know, but I do think we’re getting a little too focused on the specifics. We aren’t going to do anything she doesn’t want.”

“Yes and yes.” I nod. “And chasing sounds extremely hot, but I don’t want to leave the nest right now.”

Marcus slides a finger inside me as his palm grinds against my clit. My nipples ache as my pussy tries to clamp down on a knot. I let out a desperate little whine when no knot magically appears to fill me up.

“Degradation?” Hawk sounds like he’s frowning, but I can’t see his face. “Humiliation? Is this a BDSM contract? Did they give us the wrong one?”

“Um.” My head shakes while Marcus continues working my body up. It makes it very hard to concentrate. “I don’t know what the first one is.”

“Yeah, you do.” Marcus grins. “We’ve played with that one. Nothing too graphic, but a mild example would be me telling you that your needy little pussy soaked my jeans because you’re a dirty girl who’s desperate to be fucked.” I moan, recalling that memory. It was actually a really good time. “Or the time I made you crawl to me while begging and pleading for me to fuck you. Otherwise, I told you I’d jerk off and make you watch then have you lick up my mess.”

“Oh.” My cheeks heat as my pussy tightens over his thick finger. I didn’t mind that either. I mean, it’s a little embarrassing, but Marcus has always made me feel extremely wanted, even when he’s talking mad shit. “Yeah, I’m good with that kind of stuff.”

“Really?” Hawk sounds incredulous.

Marcus laughs. “You really are my goddamn perfect match.”

Hawk clears his throat. “Okay, we’re a little late on some of these. Fluid exchange is ayes, correct?”

“Yeah,” I agree breathily.

“Marcus coordinated all of that for you.” Hawk runs a hand down my head. “Okay, contraceptives are covered.”

“Yup.” Marcus starts twisting his fingers in and out in a way that makes me shake and grind to meet his hand.

“Uh, so bonding?” Hawk sounds super uncomfortable. “Should I just markno?”

My heart pounds as Marcus swirls his tongue ring between his lips. He quirks an eyebrow.

“Um, not without consent,” I moan as I get closer to coming all over his hand. “But not off the table.”

“Are you really sure about that, princess?” Marcus taunts, adding another thick digit. “Because you won’t make it out of this heat without my teeth penetrating your flesh if you don’t put up a hard limit on that.”

I surprise both of us, rolling over on top of him. My mouth attacks his as my pheromones flood the air, but I’m nowhere close to incoherent.

I pull back, heaving for breath, but get very close to his ear. “If biting you would make you mine, then I’d have done it by now. I really do love you. I hope you understand exactly how much.”

Marcus rolls us this time. He pulls his hand from my pussy, yanks down his sweats, and thrusts deep inside me as my body spasms. The stretch of his thick length is intense, but those piercings are like pure heaven for my vagina. Ten out of ten—would recommend every woman goes for a guy with a ladder at least once in her life.

“I really hope you’re not lost to the fog, otherwise you’ll be really fucking pissed at me once your heat is over.” Marcus bumps my face to the side and strikes as he slams his knot inside me.

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