by Sara Brookes
She didn’t have the energy to argue. Even more so because she knew he was right. One of her Masters was right.
Masters. The single word, the knowledge this was her reality now and not just a fantasy in her head, caused her body to go lax.
“Oh yeah. There you go.” Boyce started moving, driving into her with punishing strokes that caused her to slip deeper and deeper with each thrust. Surrender to him completely with each plunge. Every time she thought Boyce was going to tip her over the edge, he slowed, tightening his hands on her waist to pull and push as he saw fit. His point was obvious. He controlled her orgasm, and was going to make her work for it.
That amazing control of his again. The one she appreciated—and hated. She had a feeling she would be subjected to Saint’s stamina later.
Based on how things had gone so far, they weren’t going to simply accept her surrender. They were going to demand it. She could barely think straight, but somehow, she instinctually knew either of the men could prevent her release for as long as they desired.
Hours.
Perhaps days.
“Christ,” Boyce rumbled. “Whatever you’re thinking...fuck.” She wanted to tell him, but she was dipping deeper, feeling coherent thought slip out of her grasp. “Take it, Grae. Go on. I’ll be here, ready to guide you back home.”
“I can’t.”
“You can, baby. Stop being so frightened. Let go.” When he spread her thighs wider, shoving his rigid cock as far as he could, her body seized. “That’s it. There you go. Give me your orgasm. Give me your pleasure. It’s mine to take, isn’t it, angel?”
“Yes—” The word broke on a desperate whisper, ending in a high-pitched wail as Boyce ruthlessly shoved her over the edge. A sob caught in her throat, emotions bubbling to the surface and exploding outward.
She was dimly aware of Boyce continuing to drive inside her, little quaking aftershocks spearing through her. Submersing her until her body felt numb.
* * *
As huge, wracking sobs traversed Grae’s body, Boyce pulled his still-stiff dick out of her. His intent had been to trip her over the edge so he could enjoy the power of her orgasm. His release could wait. Boyce had another sub to attend to before he sought completion.
Lifting her slightly, he turned Grae over on her side. After he wiped both of them clean, he curled up behind her, conforming his body to hers. He held her tightly, her tears falling into the crook of his arm as she purged a torrent of emotions, knocking loose every worry or fear she’d let build up since senior year of college.
She needed this even though Boyce knew she would hate the emotional outburst. At least he always had. No stranger to them, he’d been through a few after a particularly intense scene. Been left crying, boneless, and emotionally spent. So inside his head, he’d had to rely on Saint to pull him back. Each and every time without fail, Saint had been the guiding force to help Boyce surface.
Presenting herself on her knees, surrendering to Saint’s fucking machine, the latex on the table...that all hadn’t been enough to unleash her ultimate submission. This, though...forcing her to face a few aspects of submission he and Saint had suspected she hadn’t encountered before? Introducing her to a little spanking? She was well on her way to embracing a part of her life she’d been isolating.
“She all right?”
Boyce swept damp strands of Grae’s hair out of her face, caressing the shell of her ear as her tears began to subside. Her trembling lessened, though a few tremors racked through her every now and again.
He met Saint’s gaze. “Yeah.” Though tension still lined Saint’s straining body, held his erection long and thick in the cock ring, Boyce saw the love shining in the depths of Saint’s eyes. It wasn’t just for Grae. It was for both of them. All of them. “She did well.”
“She did.”
“But you’re not done,” Saint said with a snide grin.
“Now who’s getting toppy?”
Grae gave a soft whine as Boyce pulled her closer. He wanted inside her again. But he reined in his self-discipline in order to see to his partner’s. His submissives’.
He wanted Grae cognizant of what he had planned next, but he didn’t want her entirely free of the hold subspace had on her. He intended to ensure she watched everything that was about to go down because he had a crazy need to reinforce the Dom/sub bond they all shared. An energy that made what the three of them shared so special and sacred. He needed total possession—mind, body, and soul. Even beyond, if he could find a way to swing it. The need was so all-consuming that he had no words for it.
He intended to leave a brand on their souls that declared them as his through all eternity, and make sure they knew they were his no matter where they were.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
The possessive streak Boyce always teased Saint about was alive and well. Maybe even more so because of the metal circling Saint’s wrists and ankles. His dick. His testicles. Saint wanted to go to them. Wanted to curl up on the bed and hold them as they lay there. Wanted to touch them. Cradle them. Possess them.
Fuck them.
Love them.
He loved them so much it was nearly painful. Almost as agonizing as not being there sharing the bed with them. But Saint accepted Boyce’s reasoning, even if he didn’t know what it was. Saint understood denial and restraint. Like Boyce, Saint would gladly use it to his advantage during a scene. They both understood it was probably what made them so adept at switching.
As much as Saint relished being in command, he also yearned to surrender. To watch Boyce wield total power was a thing of beauty. Awe.
Boyce and Grae filled his needs, completing the circle he once thought could be filled by playing at Noble House. The past few hours had reminded Saint how much he and Boyce needed more than just the club. How wonderful it was to have a willing submissive right here at the house.
In their bed.
In their hearts.
Minds.
Souls.
Saint was helpless to watch as Boyce continued to slowly stroke Grae. Trace her shapely curves. Her waist. Hips. Experience had taught him that Boyce was guiding Grae back, forcing her to resurface because he wasn’t done with his plans. She stirred, groaning when Boyce cupped one of her breasts.
Boyce was purposefully being rough with her, using the edge of pain to rouse her. Saint’s cock constricted painfully against the metal surrounding him. Hearing Grae’s response to the slap of Boyce’s palm had been a melody Saint hadn’t expected. Boyce was always better at picking up on such nuances with a submissive. Now that they knew it was something she’d been suppressing, denying, they would both do their best to exploit the hell out of it.
Make up for lost time.
“Keep waking up, baby. I’m going to go play with Saint for a bit until I need you again.” Boyce pushed her closer to the edge of the bed. “Then I’ll need you to come fuck him. Think you can do that for me?”
She nodded, her gaze bouncing between Saint’s erection and his face. When she glanced at Saint’s cock again, licking her lips, he flexed his muscles. That caused them both to laugh lightly, a smile playing over Grae’s features as Boyce levered himself off the bed.
Boyce’s heavy footfalls resonated through Saint as he drew closer. Made him even more in tune with his lover. Boyce passed his hand across Saint’s chest as he circled him, tugging on one of the leather straps. The movement pulled at the ring surrounding Saint’s erection, and he hissed loudly. Though it hadn’t hurt, it had underscored the level of submission Boyce was already trying to draw Saint into.
As Boyce leaned over, he touched his lips gently against Saint’s and lifted his hand to stroke Saint’s neck. As Saint accepted Boyce’s tongue, feeling it slide between his lips, Saint also felt Boyce cup his throat. Saint’s muscles went lax as Boyce tigh
tened his hold and plunged his tongue into Saint’s willing mouth over and over. Pleasure, white hot and full of pain, rushed through his body, flooding his already impossibly hard dick to rigid steel. Saint surrendered wholly to Boyce, allowing the man to be the one in complete control of his breathing.
Boyce released, allowed him to take in air.
Then tightened again and denied him.
Saint lost track of the length of time that ticked away between the two sensations, barely conscious of the sweet sex-saturated oxygen that flooded his lungs when Boyce allowed him to breathe.
Saint was so focused on Boyce, he jumped against his bindings when a hot, sweet mouth closed over his cock. He relaxed as Grae swallowed with her skillful mouth, and Boyce continued to kiss him through the breath play.
“No blowing down her pretty, pretty throat,” Boyce ordered. His hand tightened, severing Saint’s air supply as if to underscore his command.
Saint lost track of time again. Felt the minutes slipping away as both took their pleasure from him. Somewhere in the distance, he heard Boyce say something, and felt Grae respond by adjusting the pressure of her mouth. The pace of her strokes.
Saint wanted to surrender to the exquisiteness but they were both working to keep him balanced on that plane where nothing existed. Where pleasure and pain were the same. Where dreams and reality tangled. Where Saint’s entire world encapsulated these two people whom he loved with every fiber of his being.
“Please.” His voice sounded so foreign, he was convinced he hadn’t even spoken at all. Until Boyce tugged on the back of his head, swooping in to kiss him deeply again.
Grae’s mouth disappeared. Seconds later, Saint felt the scorching heat of her pussy surrounding him as she slowly sank. As she took his entire length, she wiggled her hips. Clenched her muscles. Held him tight.
Saint’s vision sheeted white.
He felt a sharp nip against his earlobe and used the pain to drag himself back to the surface. He found Boyce’s face level with his. Grae still sat in his lap, his cock buried deep inside her. Her eyes were sparking in the low light, her cheeks tinged pink from arousal and the frantic pace of their mating. She kept her gaze on him as she leaned forward. The movement shifted his position inside her and they both hissed softly.
Boyce’s voice sounded against his ear. “She’s going to fuck you now. Hard and fast. And she’s going to come. Several times. Spread her sweet, hot juices all over your dick. But you’re not going to blow. Are you?”
“No,” Saint forced through clenched teeth. “No, you goddamn know I won’t. But for Christ’s sake, just let her move already.”
Saint was certain he was going to pass out since all the blood in his body had collected on the other side of the cock ring. The pressure around his flesh was approaching the point of pain. A point that he wasn’t sure he could overcome even with the intense sensations bracketing his body. He’d always been able to balance on that fine line between the two, but everything Boyce was doing tonight was slowly picking apart Saint’s flawless control.
Just when he thought Boyce Denali couldn’t surprise him anymore.
Grae clenched her muscles tight around him, keeping her hold tight as she slowly lifted.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He’d hoped her movement would take the edge off his need. Allow him to solely focus on Grae’s pleasure. But the way she cradled him inside her, massaging him as she slowly dropped. Rose again. Dropped.
Fucking madness.
Saint’s eyes dropped closed as he reveled in the sensations pouring through his body. Saint had just enough room to move his hips slightly in order to meet each of Grae’s downstrokes. Her voice joined his. Their breathing syncing as they both sped toward completion.
Yes. Yes. Now. Blow around me right now, baby.
Grae cried out as she ceased moving. Saint’s eyes flew open.
Boyce held Grae’s shoulders tightly, pushing her down so she couldn’t move. He kept his gaze on Saint’s as he leaned closer to Grae’s ear. The roaring in Saint’s ears kept him from hearing their whispers. He watched Grae’s eyes flutter closed, an utter peace sweeping over her. Her muscles tightened around him, holding him in an intimate embrace. Metal clanked as he pulled hard on the handcuffs, fighting to smooth his hands over her skin.
Touch her.
Hold her while Boyce slipped into her from behind.
A burning need spread through Saint to feel them both. Fuck them both.
Separately.
Together.
Grae pressed her breasts against Saint’s chest, the leather, as she leaned forward. “I’m supposed to tell you that after Boyce takes my ass again, he’s going to take yours.”
“While you’re still buried inside her cunt,” Boyce added at full volume.
Need raged through Saint as Boyce pressed his lips against his other ear. Saint gritted his teeth and swallowed, wondering how much more of this he could endure.
Though he’d taken Boyce past the breaking point several times—had taken more than a few submissives there—Saint had never been there himself. Though the desire had existed, hidden deep, he’d always been more concerned with taking care of others. Someday he hoped to find the courage to let someone else give him that gift.
Right now, all he wanted was Grae and Boyce—however he could get them.
“But I’m not done giving her instructions.” Boyce pressed his mouth to Grae’s ear again.
Grae began speaking after a moment. “I’m supposed to repeat everything Boyce says next, word for word.” Boyce spoke so softly to her, Saint could only hear a quiet whisper of sound. “Ford Campbell Templar, love of my life, bone of my bone, kindred soul, and Grae Marie Burrows, my light in the dark, my fiery redhead, would you both do me the honor of marrying me?”
Saint felt the world pitch on its axis. “You’re asking now?” He was certain his lungs stopped functioning, his heart ceased beating. He struggled to make sense of what was happening.
The same shock he was experiencing widened Grae’s eyes as the weight of what she’d just said took hold. She started to push off Saint, to turn, but Boyce held her in place as he continued. “I shouldn’t have taken this long to ask, but it needed to be the right time. All the pieces in place. I always knew we’d have a third. Hoped it would be Grae. Now that she’s ours...I fully intended to spend the entirety of my life with you both.”
Saint knew his answer. Grae, however...asking her to accept them as her Masters and her husbands? Those two things asked so close together could be the tipping point that ended everything. Nothing to do now but run full force into their fate.
“I’m in.” Saint met Boyce’s gaze first, then Grae’s. “How about you, beautiful?”
“You two really, really don’t play fair. And I doubt you ever will.” She leaned forward to touch her lips against Saint’s, then sat up and tipped her head back toward Boyce. “I couldn’t think of a better way to be yours in every way possible.”
“Oh, I can think of at least a hundred other ways.” Boyce’s eyes flashed as he shot Saint a lethal smile and pressed his lips to Grae’s ear again. “Hang on, angel.”
Saint knew what was coming and released his pull on the cuffs, the metal sliding against his abraded skin. As he did, Boyce spread Grae’s legs wider, brushing his hand against Saint’s testicles. Against the metal ring surrounding the base of Saint’s dick. The one that Saint was convinced was going to kill him because all the blood in his body seemed trapped on the other side.
Saint released a held breath as Boyce pushed his cock into Grae’s ass, feeling it press against his through the skin separating the two channels. Saint remained immobile, unwilling to fracture the tenuous thread holding them together.
Holding him together.
Thre
ading through his soul.
His heart.
Saint had been convinced they’d lost their chance with Grae. It would be work, but damn if he was going to let these two people he loved so dearly get away from him. He’d fight tooth and nail to keep them at his side. And good goddamn he couldn’t wait to see wedding bands around their fingers.
A small cry of pleasure from Grae pulled Saint back into the moment and out of his head. Boyce had fully seated his cock inside Grae, and from the way her eyebrows were drawn together to show she was deeply concentrating, she was trying to adjust to the strange fullness. To having two cocks buried so deep.
Saint leaned forward as much as the cuffs would allow and pressed his lips to a spot on her neck, her rapidly skipping pulse beating against his mouth. “Breathe with me, angel. One slow inhale.” She did as instructed, held the breath for a few seconds, then released. “Again.”
As she exhaled, her eyes opened. The furrow between her eyebrows had smoothed away, vanishing as tension bled off. She dropped down, taking the two men into her body. Accepting them.
Boyce cupped her breasts, drawing her back against his chest. “Ride us, baby. Give us your pleasure.”
Grae hesitated for a moment, causing Saint to think they’d pushed her too far. But when she began moving, he realized she had just been gathering her breath. She moved slowly at first, undulating her pelvis so she rocked against Saint first, then Boyce. Before long, she was taking them into her over and over while she raced toward the end.
