Vargr

by Cari Silverwood

  Would he bed her, fuck her, in front of Rutger?

  Maybe that was all he intended.

  She shuddered, felt her clit rising. She’d fantasized about two men and even about being shown off to another, being fucked and displayed while someone watched, but she’d not make it easy for them.

  “When is this coming off?” She plucked at the collar on her neck.

  “Never. I like it there. It makes you mine.”

  He pressed her harder to the vacated wall and kissed her, leaving her hot and squirming. Her boots were removed. Then he tugged down her leggings without a single, may I? The tentacle leggings were sent flying, and she was left naked and exposed with her legs spread because Vargr stood between them and held them open.

  “Heyyy,” she protested, squirming to see how serious he was about keeping her there.

  He unbuttoned her shirt, pulled it off her, then removed her bra and dropped it aside.

  “Stay.” Casually pinning her in place with a hand on her stomach, he turned to Rutger. Not that she was moving. The room steamed with carnal anticipation.

  He was planning sex. But who with? Both at once? This was a present she wasn’t sure she wanted to unwrap.

  Did… didn’t. It was fucking with her mind… her very assertive mind.

  Rutger lowered himself to the bed. Reclining, he cupped the back of his head and his horns bumped the headboard. “I’m going to be polite and wait to be invited.” His words were aimed at her, not Vargr. As if she owed him. Such a deep, threatening voice. Threat added spice. He cheated by seducing her with that alone.

  He expected an invite. Hmmm.

  “You’re invited. Isn’t he?” Vargr patted her thigh. “I never thought this was right. Not at first. Two bondmates? But I’ve been watching you making eyes at him all bloody night, and on the trip to get to this quarter. The idea’s grown on me. Watching Rutger ream you with that big thorny cock of his will be something else.”

  The thorny word checked her, made her heart skip, but it was surely an exaggeration. Vargr had bumps on his cock, and it did nothing extra once inside.

  “Maybe I eyed him, but it’s definitely a no,” she drawled, settling her gaze on Rutger. “You don’t get to have me unless you can make me.” Naked and here she was challenging them. With her tongue tip, she licked slowly around the seam of her lips. Imagine them fucking her mouth. They were big, impressive men, but she wanted proof they deserved her. “Either of you.”

  Vargr chuckled. “Try again.” He thrust aside her left leg, slapped it, shifted his hand inward.

  From her throat, a hoarse gasp erupted. She stared at where he toyed with her slit and sank two fingers into her. It fascinated her to see their slow disappearance inside, to feel them in there, slipping in hard against her softness.

  “Fuck,” she breathed, and let her head flop back against the wall.

  That felt sooo good. Her pussy squeezed down. Then she drew up her knees, and she kicked Vargr in the stomach with both feet. He staggered backward. Not too hard for she didn’t plan to injure him, though a bruise would remind him of her moves, like a bad-ass love bite.

  Blowing a raspberry Cyn shoved her naked butt off the shelf he’d sat her on. Warily she sidestepped. Catch me if you can.

  With a giant leap that thudded on the floor, Vargr lunged and snagged her wrist. She yanked it loose, and he grabbed the other. Kicking again would’ve helped, but she hesitated. Whatever rules there were she was making them up on—

  He dragged her close, turning her half-upside down and under his arm, and tossed her to the bed in an untidy heap. “Get her.”

  With a whoop, Rutger pounced and held her face-down on the quilt, but she’d grabbed a handful of his crotch and pants with her fist. Hissing, he peeled away her fingers and pinned her arms and wrists above her head. She glared up at him and had wormed her knees onto the bed and under her belly when Vargr arrived behind her. He dragged her legs out straight with one forceful pull. Dangling ass-up past the bottom of the bed, she felt her feet land on the carpeted floor.

  She toed the carpet. A donkey-kick would be cruel.

  His knee pressed to her tailbone. His hand seized her hip. She heard him splutter a laugh. “That didn’t last long, girl.”

  A smack to one butt cheek stung. It echoed inside her, subdued some of the fire. She tried to figure out why that’d also turned her on but gave up.

  The echoes silenced her for a few long seconds.

  She rummaged deep and found a reply, her mouth moving against the bed covering. “I wasn’t trying hard. Next time I’ll just shoot you?”

  From the shadows on the walls and the noise, his wings had risen and flared.

  “Oh man, you found a wild one, Vargr.”

  “Keep her there.” A harsher tone. Scarier. Eyes wide, she listened as he stalked into the bathroom.

  Swapping her wrists to one hand, Rutger held them to the bed, crossed over beneath one fist. With the other, he scrunched up her hair and pinned her head, immovably. Like he’d fucking glued it to the bed. She wasn’t getting out of that, but she squirmed her ass anyway, because it was more fun not to seem a pushover; plus it let her rub her clit on the quilt.

  If they didn’t fuck her soon, should she protest again?

  Internally she smiled. Maybe not.

  “Give in,” he murmured, having lowered his face to hers. “You’re in enough trouble as it is. Though I’m going to like this so feel free to do more of that wriggling.”

  “Pffft. Not if you like it.” She stopped.

  “You’ll wriggle for me soon enough. Here he is.”

  The sound of a Vargr returning clued her in that something was happening. His belt buckle clinked as it hit something, so she figured he’d undressed. Good.

  Let the fucking commence. The ache between her legs strengthened to the point where she had to bite her lip or moan out loud. Wetness trickled down her pussy.

  “Spread.” Vargr hit her ass and she squeaked then decided to shift her legs apart as he demanded.

  The wrench of thick cloth being tied about her left ankle alerted her. A towel, she thought. Bondage.

  Her last attempt at mutiny by moving her free foot failed abysmally as he trapped it and dragged it miles from the other one. It was fastened to an anchor point, tying her bent over with her legs spread well apart. She could feel how open her entrance was, how wet she’d become, knew it for sure when he swiped his hand over her then on the back of her thigh.

  Mmm. Bondage. This was exactly right. Nice. She smiled and relaxed, slumping onto the soft bed. Waiting.

  “We’re not fucking you until we take that rebel out of you,” Vargr announced. “You need a red butt to teach you not to fuckin’ kick me.”

  Oops. She tensed, tried to shift her head. Rutger only chuckled.

  “Bad girl,” he whispered as the belt struck. Cyn gasped and tried to jerk away but nothing moved except one ankle.

  “Ten from me. Ten from him.” Another lash of the belt across both cheeks of her ass, and she swore a few bad curses, possibly called him things she’d regret since Rutger tut-tutted at her.

  By the tenth she was whining and figured she’d have ankle bruises from the involuntary flinching. They hurt and she could heal anything, but they still hurt.

  She hugged the bed as they swapped places—Vargr moving up to pin her hands and head, Rutger sliding off and picking up the belt. Nothing more she could do. The fuckers.

  She liked this though, the forced lack of choice. God, she loved it. Even with all the pain her clit was throbbing.

  “Jeez. You have tentacles in your ass already.”

  Oh noes. Her brow wrinkled. She’d forgotten.

  “Going into your asshole? That gives a man such good ideas.” The leather belt caressed her nearby, and it licked over where Vargr had beaten her. She eyerolled. “If I hear you swear at me, I do double.” He waited. She held her tongue. “No protests? Good. I know you won’t even hurt by tomorrow, so I feel abso
lutely zero remorse for making you yelp.”

  The amusement in his tone made her both want to swear and strangely love him for it. “Do it,” she muttered. “Assholes.”

  “Did she just curse?”

  Vargr chortled, then laughed louder. “Yes.”

  “Fuck it. So be it then.”

  The smack and subsequent fire on her skin of the belt landing went on for ages, just as he’d told her. Each stroke said to her, I own you. I own you. I fucking own you.

  The pain climbed, throbbing deeper with the pulse of her blood.

  She wanted this so much more than she’d ever realized, though it sent thoughts spiraling as she sank deeper into the moment, wondering if she’d done this before somewhere in that lost past.

  The next thrash of the belt tore across her. She yelped loudly.

  But she held back the curses, jammed her mouth shut, swore only to herself, even when she tried to jerk away. For the last ten, he lessened the force. The last two he interrupted by squeezing fingers inside her.

  “Your cunt likes this.” He bit her ass, held on with his big teeth. The pain savaged her, slowly unraveled her. She whined, whimpered, trembled.

  Even after all he’d done, she found herself arching her butt toward him as he pushed those fingers higher. A quiet moan parted her lips. Her eyes shuttered. The instincts of sex never failed, and she panted and buried her head in the cover when he was done and extracted his fingers.

  “Fuck,” she muttered.

  Still smarting, she heard Rutger begin to undress, and she peered out one-eyed. Vargr wore a crooked smile that twisted his mouth. The mattress gave as Rutger rested a knee on the bed. The blue eyes of this beast dared her to speak. The solid blue of the old damaged eye-socket made him ever more fearsome.

  A fine dust of motes falling from his horns created a curtain of fairy-dust surrealness she thought neither of the beasters could see.

  It underlined his power. She’d just been thrashed by a god-monster. Between her legs pulsed that unrequited ache.

  “You’re getting some of this.” His erect cock was before her, and she stared, eyes wide as they’d go. Thorny? This was spiked, and big, and Rutger had a wicked grin that said he planned to stick it in her soon. “Why are you so ornery?”

  She wet her lips and contemplating lying but decided that was a step too far. “Because I like it. I like goading you both. I’m never going to be a pushover.” Her thighs squeezed in. She’d never beg.

  “And you like getting your ass beaten and this? Being held down?” With Vargr still holding her, he added his hand, pressed her head to the bed. “Soon, we’ll fuck you without mercy.” She said nothing, wondering if he saw the yes in her stare. He curled a lock of her hair over his finger, rolled it out, then arranged it over her eye, sweetly, as if he were flower arranging. “Pretty thing.”

  Beyond him, Vargr looked to be waiting for her answer.

  She grimaced, pursed her mouth. “In a way, yes.”

  In every way, yes.

  Every lash of the belt had spelled out ownership in perfect stripes of pain. As for being held, it turned her mind into a mess of nothing except for a need to be fucked into the ground.

  “We’ll speak on this more, later. Lucky for you, I like beating a penitent female’s ass.”

  “Penitent?” she tripped on the word, frowned. “Never.”

  “You will be.” He rose. “You must have shackles of some sort for the humans?”

  “In my pack.” Vargr adjusted his fingers in her hair, and he nodded in the direction of the pile.

  “Good.”

  “You stirred the wrong beasters, Cyn.”

  “I wanted to.”

  “I can see that. Feel it too, in the middle of where you booted me, female.”

  Oh, but that had felt good too. She wanted to purr, remembering the violence of that kick. Lovely violence. Her strange hunger soared. Nothing to eat though, or not yet.

  When Rutger returned with the cuffs, her hands were hauled down until she bent at the elbows. They were attached to the sides of the collar she still wore. She found herself left with no way to rise, floundering if she tried to push up from the bed. Though she strained to get free, her ankles refused to budge.

  She considered poking out her tongue at them.

  “That works.” Vargr nodded and he knee-walked over the mattress to her, letting her see his cock as he held both sides of her head. Then he put his cock to her mouth.

  To bite or not to bite.

  At the same moment as she refused to open her mouth, Rutger pressed his cock to her pussy and began to penetrate her. His girth stretched her in tiny, excruciating increments. To crave both more of him, and less, was insane. Her fingers flexed as she tried to grapple with something she could not reach.

  “Now you feel it.” Rutger’s amusement was clear.

  “Fuck!” Whatever those spikes were, they felt like bone-covered-flesh. The flick as each breached her entrance and shunted deep made her stutter in her breathing. Another harder thrust made her grunt.

  Vargr glared down at her. “Open.”

  “Is she not letting you in? Open or I fuck you here next.” His thumb pushed into her asshole then breached her last resistance. “Which, girl?” He screwed it back and forth.

  The feel of both, back there, made her struggle to interpret what was up or down.

  “Uh!” She ducked her head but Vargr pinched the angle of her mouth, tilted her, made her open wide, and pushed inside.

  “Fuck, yes.” He grunted and thrust over her tongue, back and forth, and her teeth scraped at his cock, but it only seemed to spur him to go faster.

  Meanwhile Rutger’s cock had rammed in, past where seemed sane or possible.

  “Uhhh!” Her muscles spasmed as she became desperate, and he halted.

  “There, huh? Not here?” Another slow push.

  “No!” she bubbled that out past the cock occupying her tongue.

  His shaft must widen at the base, and she was sure she couldn’t take more. Choking, in every way, she strived to wriggle away from the large thing trying to fuck her far too deeply. In response, Rutger held on tight, keeping himself at depth if not moving. He withdrew, and when he thrust again, he stopped where she could bear it.

  This time she arched and groaned. Now… this was awesome. Her pussy squeezed tightly down onto him. More… except no, not more. Cyn groaned again. She wanted, needed to come, but to feel him come inside her now was also her need.

  His hand stroked down her back, and she grew accustomed to his girth and relaxed. With every thud of her heartbeat, the intimate invasion became almost orgasmic.

  Both of them were inside her.

  Vargr had halted too, halfway into her mouth, and his smile was strained then he pulled all the way out, his wet dick pocking her nose before she faceplanted into the bed.

  “Want in down here?” She heard the click of Rutger’s fingers then he extracted his cock.

  Empty. She waggled her butt, inviting more.

  “You fuck her first, and it’ll make her take more of me.”

  “Yeah? Her teeth are fucking sharp. Danger mouth.” While scraping his nails down her spine and making her twitch, Vargr moved down the bed and she heard a thud as he jumped to the floor behind her.

  “Plus, you haven’t seen what happens when I come. It’s why I never bonded with anyone.”

  That sounded ominous. She raised her head and tried to see, but it was impossible with her hands cuffed to her neck.

  Vargr laughed.

  “You got her damn attention with that. Tell you what, let’s do this next and then whatever you want.”

  Hands arrived on her inner thighs, thumbs pressed her skin, pulling at her pussy, opening her. Then a tongue arrived on clit, lapping up and over, and her thinking brain dissolved. That first wave of near-orgasmic bliss. She lost track of who was where, gulped, wanted to open her legs wider and couldn’t. Quivering, she gasped then forgot to breathe or swallow, as
he continued to suck and lick.

  Vargr—must be him.

  “Found this.” Rutger’s deep voice, and only a second before he wiggled something into her asshole, rotating it, going further than his thumb had reached. The torture of her clit continued and then there were fingers also, spearing in and out.

  The rhythm had her straining, hard.

  “Fuck her cunt now,” someone said, and she grunted, eyes rolling up, the waves of pleasure building fast. Knowing both of them were doing this to her nearly sent her over the edge.

  Both.

  She dragged at the wrist cuffs, her thighs tensing, relaxing, then all sound and breathing… stopped. The climax burst over her, leaving her legs striving to clamp together.

  Panting hoarsely, she was drifting when cock rammed in.

  Her whimpered gasp was torn from her by both shock and desire.

  So good, to be filled so soon after the crest of mind-washing oblivion.

  She was being taken and thoroughly. Slapped into, slammed forward. Her hands were bound and her ankles. She could only be their vessel—a humiliating position, tied and splayed open, reduced to being theirs to fuck. She adored it, growing wetter with each thrust until the sounds of her being screwed were shamefully loud.

  Vargr came, and stayed in her, pulsing, groaning, until he was spent. With come still dribbling from her, Rutger took his turn.

  As he lined up behind her, probing at her, Vargr was undoing the ties on her legs.

  Freed, but… she wished to be nowhere else, and the collar still trapped her hands.

  Just as she liked it.

  Two of them, they were hers, and she theirs.

  Rudely, with masculine dominance, Rutger sank fingers into her ass flesh, and shoved in his massive cock. Again, she knew that terrible stretch, only this time it abated as he fucked her. More of him slid in. Deeper. His fingers had a grip on her ass that’d leave marks over the strap marks of the belt. He groaned and cursed, and she felt the withdrawal and the hard thrusts. The abrupt swell of the head of his cock made her eyes snap open, for there was a difference. A strange hardness.

  Roaring, he pushed in and halted, his muscular legs jammed up against her thighs, and the stream of cum was joined by a sudden flare inside her, a push indescribable, as if he’d turned on a fucking hose…