"Feel so … what?"
She huffed. Like that was going to get her out of this. Averting her eyes, or even trying to, was out of the question. Rhett vised her chin between two fingers, ensuring she knew that as one really unalterable fact. Demon Viking. Rebel was the man's evil accomplice, spreading tingles down her whole left leg thanks to his savoring growl against her inner thigh.
"So … good," she finally rasped.
Rebel gave her another growl. This time, the right leg got some sugar.
Rhett relaxed his hold and widened his grin. It was the opening she'd needed to jerk away but God, did he have to tilt his head into the sunlight that way, firing the rays through the tips of his hair, turning his eyes into azure crystals? She couldn't look away if Moses himself appeared to part the waters of the lake.
"That was also honest," he said. "And really stunning, sweetheart."
His approval, piled on top of his beauty, was the undoing she didn't want to disguise. "Thank you," she murmured.
"Now what else?" he urged. "How else does it feel? Tell us about now. What do you feel right now?"
Her lungs filled with a long breath. What did she feel? Okay, so interpreting feelings was what she did for a living-even kinky ones from time to time-but she wasn't on the clock right now, damn it. Weren't they all just here for, as the man himself would say in that half-and-half accent, a little snog and shag? An escapist fuck?
She tensed again, resisting the harder push at her composure.
But as Rebel eased his tongue in, soothing his abuse of her clit with soft, wet strokes interspersed with teasing, masterful flicks, her muscles softened. Her defenses dropped. Heat suffused her once more, though the flood was really different than the first. This heat had energy. Urgency.
"It's warm," she finally rasped. "Really warm. Like how everything feels after I've had a tough rehearsal, only … "
"Better?"
At that moment, Rebel shifted his tongue again … tucking just beneath her hood.
"Yes!" She choked it out as her womb convulsed, and new arousal sluiced through every inch of her sex. "Ohhhh … yes." Oh, God. Again, he hit the spot that sent shockwaves clear down to her knees. "B-better," she stammered. "Better."
"That's our good girl." Rhett crooned it before devouring her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. At the same time, Rebel greedily sucked the fresh juices from her trembling tunnel. Her senses spun. Her mind whirled. The only way she recognized "up" was due to the zip tie chain over her head.
How life could change, when all the rules were shattered.
How amazing one body could feel, when all its boundaries were stripped.
And holy hell, they weren't even done. Her confession revved their attention to new realms of intensity, turning their moans into sounds of savagery, transforming their tongues into living creatures in their own right. Both men licked and sucked and adored her, Rebel at her clit and Rhett at her neck, until the sounds crawling from her own throat were just as harsh, hungry, needy-
Until those moans broke into screams.
In the moments when the duo locked gazes, traded grins, and sank their teeth into her … together.
Moments like now.
"Aaahhhh! Ohhh, shit!"
Rhett's sensual snarl curled into her ear as he rubbed a thumb across the nipple he'd just pulled taut between his teeth. "Enjoying the ride, peach?"
She forced a hard swallow, wetting her dry throat. "You two are driving me crazy, if that's what you mean."
"Hmmm." Rebel planted a kiss to her mound while lifting a shit-eating smirk. "Yeah. That's what we mean."
He gave her no room for a comeback, gliding his lips back down into the tender flesh that now all but screamed for his touch. Perfectly synched, Rhett scooted around and circled her nipples with languorous licks.
Crazy. She suddenly recognized it as a huge misnomer on her part. It fell pitifully short of the tempest they'd really unleashed in her blood, across her skin, inside the deepest corners of her sex. She was debilitated by their bondage, drugged by their lust … but at the same time, never more awake, alert, alive.
No. Not crazy at all.
It was magic. And fire. And need. The furnace in her sex intensified. The flames in her blood turned white-hot. Her body trembled from scalp to soles, tripling the torment of remaining still for them-especially as Rhett cupped both her breasts, pulling out her aching, taut nipples and declaring, "Look at this, Moon. Look how hard you've made our little girl's tits."
After a heated glance up, followed by a rough, approving groan, Reb stabbed his tongue higher against her sex.
"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned.
"Hell, yes," Rhett growled. "Give it to her, Moon. Fuck her with your tongue, man."
Rebel didn't waste a second on hesitation. A small scream, then a bigger one, erupted from Brynna as her walls clamped down on his probing tongue. She wanted more. Needed more. Contracted her pelvic muscles to make her pussy pull him deeper inside. Deeper.
As her knees turned to mush, she sagged. Rhett supported her from behind, one arm around her waist, his other hand sliding forward, gripping her inner thigh.
"Spread wider for him, sweetheart. I want to see the cunt you're offering my friend. Is it worthy of his kisses? Is it worthy of an orgasm for him?"
"For you." The words sprang up, feeling so natural, so good-because, she suddenly realized, they came from a place deeper than just the places that throbbed physically for them. "For both of you … Sirs." She let her head fall back, searching for his gaze with her own. "Please. Yes?"
His generous mouth curled up in a proud smile-lighting that same place in her spirit with its brilliance. He didn't falter the expression as he directed, "Shove it in deep, Reb. Make her explode."
He finished it by plunging his tongue into her mouth-coinciding with the first complete stab of Rebel's tongue. Holy hell. She thought the man had been licking her as deep as possible before, but now conceded that lashing as a warm-up the real assault. His teeth ground into her clit. His lips damn near broke skin on her mound. His nose was so deep, he inhaled nothing but the trembling tissues at the top of her pussy. Rhett didn't relent, either. Her mouth was prisoner to his, stretched wide by his relentless drive, her sighs tangling with his eager groans.
It was so much. So much. Their scents in her nose. Their tongues in her holes. Their hands on her … everywhere. Yet she craved more. Mewled and moaned for it. Writhed and strained for it. Soaked up every drop of their consuming, conquering desire, reveling in in its power through her veins and its command in her spirit, until her resistance gave way, giving over in ultimate, exquisite surrender.
She came on a tidal wave of blinding heat and thoughtless rapture, her body seizing as her mind left the building completely. The surge turned into a tsunami, consuming the shores of her thoughts, her logic, even her sense of which way was up. She didn't care. Didn't feel a damn thing beyond the pulses in her sex, the throbs beneath her breasts, the thorough surrender to the strength and heat of her two incredible lovers, keeping her safe as she drowned, over and over and over again …
Wow.
Fucking … wow.
Rhett kept kissing her, seeming to know she needed the release for returning slowly to herself. It was a blessing and a curse. Huge parts of her longed to pull away as an overwhelming sting burned the backs of her eyes. She could not cry on them; not after she'd been the one declaring she knew what big girl panties were, as well as how to wear them.
After a few seconds to breathe deep and regroup, she was fine-
Until she wasn't.
The tremors took over every inch of her body, annihilating her from the inside out. Damn, damn, damn. She'd managed not to cry but lost it over everything else in her nervous system: uncontrollable shakes that made no sense at all. She wasn't even cold. What the hell?
"Shit." Rebel shot to his feet, yanked the twist ties off the hook then curled her arms against his chest. "Scissors?"
"Roger." Rhett's reply overlapped. It took him three seconds to slide the shears in and snip the plastic loose. Rebel braced his legs wider, absorbing her sagging weight in full.
"Brynna," he reproved. "Ma belle. Why didn't you tell us about the issue with your circulation?"
She lifted her head, unable to hold back a seductive grin. Buh-bye, irksome shivers. Hello, pirate stud. "What issue?" Oh hell, he was so much better to gaze at from this close, with that stubbled jaw and stressed-out gaze. And God, his chest … despite concealment by the dark T-shirt, it seemed broader, harder, more grip-worthy now than it'd been on the plane, but she hadn't been able to truly explore him then. Now, that opportunity waited to be grabbed by the proverbial horns-with both hands. In light of how he'd just fondled her, this was damn near her right.