Page 36 of Bound for Their Pleasure

I’m coming. I can’t stop, my pussy grasping his cock and knot. He’s taking me, rutting me, using my body for his pleasure, and delivering so much pleasure to me.

A vortex spinning wildly, I am grounded by Lor, who lies before me, his mouth moving hungrily over mine, and Aston’s cock that plunders my awakened body.

“Gods, she’s opening up so well,” Aston growls behind me.

The pleasure reaches a rapturous summit. The length of my channel locks rigid and refuses to accept the next thrust. I jerk, but Aston’s hands hold fast to my hips. My pussy locks tighter still, like it cannot decide whether to let his hot cock in or push it back out. I buck and fight, but he is determined and ruthless, and I’m so slick that I have no choice but to yield. His flesh spears me fully, the thick knot slipping inside to wedge snugly against the entrance to my slick gland.

I come apart, breaking into a thousand pieces that scatter into the universe under waves of white-hot bliss.

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Lor

I am an alpha who prides himself on control, but my control is about to snap. Watching her come apart as Aston fucks her is a test of the highest order. She is so beautiful in her submission to us, impossibly precious, impossibly so much more than I could ever have hoped.

To consider love when I barely know her might sound foolish. And yet, each day in her company, as I have provided service to her recently widowed mother, has worked a spell upon me. Her sweet ways, her cute little grumbles when I check her for not dressing properly or some other foolishness, or when I add a favored treat to her supper tray and her eyes light up, call to the nurturing side of me. Caring for her is so easy and so rewarding.

I did not realize it would be so.

Nor how quickly I should fall.

I love her as wholly as it is possible to love.

But mating is not only about love. It is about the deepest, most pervasive desire. It is about a sense of territory and protecting all that lies inside.

But it is also complex.

Ensuring her cloak is buttoned against the chill air does not preclude me from dominating her. They are simply different ways of worshiping her and giving her what she needs at that time.

I think she broke something in me when her small teeth found my throat. She was hissing displeasure because I was making her wait. My blood on her lips—now that was something to behold. The sting where her nails raked my body—assuredly, I want some more of that.

But I’m going to have to wait, for her cunt is well-plugged.

If the blissed expression on Aston’s face is anything to go by, he is busy pumping her with seed, and it will take time for his knot to soften.

Rut.It comes for both of us. My body is merely slower to catch up, but I am nevertheless compelled to answer the call.

I cup her pretty face and kiss her lips, forehead, and cheeks before I pause to study her again. The two people I love so well embraced in carnal bliss; a heady vision made more potent because they did so under my command.

I’ve long known that Aston gets off on being dominated. I have played him that way with many a lass on many occasions and know how his mind works. Our sweet omega, the little prey squished between us, likes it too. She likes me commanding Aston just as much as she likes me commanding her. The way her eyes flare with heat and the needy sounds that escape her lips… so many little tells that she takes pleasure from what we do.

Perfect.She could not be more perfect if the Goddess herself had ventured to earth and made herself into living flesh.

“Does that feel good, little one?” I ask. “Is he filling you all up?”

She nods. Her sweet face, a vision of rapture, lashes damp, lips parted and puffy from my kisses. I didn’t even fucking come in her mouth when she was sucking on my cock, for primitive instincts demanded my seed go first in her cunt.

She can take me that way later… and tomorrow and the day after… maybe every fucking day if it pleases me. And Aston’s, too. Under our tutoring, she will be greedy for our cum like a good little omega should.

I’m just as fucking greedy for her.

I wonder what Aston would do if he knew the thoughts running through my mind even as I order him to tend to her. How, as I watched him eating her out, I also wanted to rip him off, bind him so that he couldn’t fucking interfere, and then fuck her at my leisure so that he would have no choice but to watch.

He thinks he is the savage one instigating her capture and forced heat. He’s not even halfway to the savage I am. I simply hold myself on a leash.

If I get off on commanding him, I also relish self-abstinence. The pleasure is so much sweeter when I finally submit to my need for her. Because while I’m an alpha, powerful, and strong, I’m weak for her.

I want to protect her and provide for her.

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