Taboo Kisses(64)
Their domineering conduct wouldn’t help their bid for her to remain with them. If anything, it’d harm their—
She squealed when she was suddenly flipped her face down on the mattress.
“All this bluster, Sameya, when you could halt it by serenading Gabriel and forcing him to stop me,” Maximus said, his British accent thicker than normal. Palms landed on the back of her thighs and dragged upward across her bottom and higher, along her back, until Maximus leaned over her, his mouth against her ear. “Want to know what I think?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “I think you want it rough, so you can use that against us later as a lame ass excuse not to remain with us. But guess what, naleah…I bet you’re wet with anticipation.”
Maximus abruptly shifted away and one of them pressed a finger inside her. Her surprised hiss died against the gag.
“She’s wet, Maximus.” So it was Gabriel who penetrated her, not the vampyr. “Got anything to say in defense to what Maximus said, baby?”
Not one thing came to mind since he was dead-on accurate. And she was gagged, so it wasn’t like she could say anything anyway.
“You’ve been bad, naleah, and bad mates must be chastised.” Maximus swirled his tongue at the base of her spine, his fangs indenting her skin. “Be a good girl and submit to us, Sameya. Grant us permission to use you however we want. I promise I’ll let you come if you do.” His speech vibrated against her spine and sent goosebumps along her skin, and her pussy throbbed to be claimed by them. He licked up her spine, his incisors grazing her. “Make a fist for yes.”
Was he crazy? Submit for protecting her Empress when that was her fucking job? They were straight from the dark ages with their idiotic thought process. That they saw her as some feeble woman who needed their protection was galling. She was a reaper for Christ’s sake!
But she couldn’t stop thinking she was the crazy one for not making that fist for yes. Her men aroused her with just words. Hadn’t they already used her however they wanted? And she’d enjoyed every second of their claiming.
The smack to her butt cheek startled her with a crack of flesh meeting flesh. Squealing, she jerked at the impact and instinctively tried to rub the sting out her backside. Hands bound, all her movement gained her was a firm hand between her shoulder blades. Another whack. Harder this time and delivered to the other cheek. She screamed at him to stop, but with the ball-gag, nothing but agitated squawking emerged.
“Answer my question. One fist for no, and two for yes.” Maximus palmed her burning flesh and caressed as if to eradicate the stinging—at least she thought it was Maximus touching her.
Her vulnerability suddenly walloped her. Naked, handcuffed and gagged, her ass exposed to them both. Defenseless…if she didn’t engage the serenade. Was this how those she reaped felt in their final moments?
Yeah, she could serenade Gabriel and force him to stop their deranged idea of punishment. But…something held her back. They were acting barbaric, but a part of her comprehended their annoyance. She’d be furious if either of them placed their lives in danger.
In the end, submitting to them wasn’t that difficult. She balled both hands into fists.
“You won’t regret surrendering, Sameya.” The delight in her vampyr’s voice warmed her and already made her happy she’d pleased him.
One of them went to their knees between her legs and spread them. He gripped her thighs with his hands and pulled her up to her knees. Torso on the mattress, she imagined how exposed she was to them.
“Pretty, wet pussy.” Gabriel kissed her butt cheek, his prickly jaw identifying him. Without any forewarning, fingers thrust into her wet channel. Relaxing her hands, she groaned against the gag. “She’s squeezing my fingers, Maximus.”
“I like watching her take us.” The vampyr’s breath puffed against her bottom.
Gabriel pumped his digits into her fast and hard. The slippery sound of her arousal grew louder in the room as her sighs lengthened. Maximus’s longish hair tickled her thighs seconds before his tongue slipped over her pussy. Her muffled squeal bled into exhalations of bliss as he worked over her sensitive flesh. In no time, she came with a moan, her body trembling with her release.
“My turn,” Gabriel said.
A moment later, she was flipped onto her back. Hands cupped her ass and lifted the weight of her body off her cuffed hands. Gabriel’s mouth buried between her thighs—the shorter hair gave away his identity—and his tongue claimed her intimately. On the heels of her release, she was overly sensitive and she cried out at the extreme sensation. Thanks to the contraption in her mouth, the sound had little impact. She would’ve pushed Gabriel away had she possessed control of her hands and would’ve begged him to stop had she not been gagged.