Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Evaline:

My body was still trembling from the first climax, the aftershocks shuddering through me when I felt fingers slipping under the waistband of my panty on either sides of m,y hips and pulling the fabric down.

My body complied immediately, maybe even before my brain gave the signal. And just like that, I was completely naked.

I felt the person settling between my thighs, the brush of his shoulder, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my already sensitive core.

I sucked in a breath, my bound hands twitching above me as I tried to lean up on instinct even though I was blindfolded, but a palm pressed against my sternum and pushed me firmly back against the cushions. I stayed pinned, breathless, with no choice but to feel.

And oh Moon Goddess, I felt everything.

A slow exhale washed over my folds, hot and teasing, raising goosebumps across my damp skin. My hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing it, but a hand clamped down on my thigh, keeping me still. The grip was iron, leaving no room for disobedience.

Then... finally... lips.

The first kiss landed just at the crease of my thigh, far from where I wanted them. A slow, deliberate press of mouth to skin, followed by another just beside it. My head fell back while frustration curled in my belly, every nerve ending burning in anticipation.

They were drawing it out.

Another kiss, higher. Another, lower. Soft, claiming, almost reverent - each one dragging me higher, tighter, without even touching where I needed them most. My breath hitched, a broken sound catching in my throat.

And then... finally... the first wet stroke of tongue over my folds.

I nearly cried out.

The touch was slow, a long, languid drag that parted me easily, the heat of their mouth pressing in close. My legs started trembling violently, knees straining against the grip that were holding them apart. My hips tried to arch forward, but the hand pinning me kept me down, forcing me to take whatever rhythm they chose to give.

The tongue circled lazily once, twice, before dipping lower, stroking through my slick folds, teasing at my entrance before gliding back up. When it finally brushed over my clit, the jolt made me gasp aloud, a shudder wracking my body.

I couldn't tell who it was.

Draven had always carried a certain wickedness in his touch, a playful cruelty that made me ache. Oscar, though, was darker, more deliberate, like he wanted to consume me whole. But here, now... tongue swirling over me, lips closing to suck gently on my clit before pulling back to lick again... I couldn't separate them.

Maybe they wanted me confused.

Maybe that was the point.

While the mouth worked between my thighs, the other hand - whose hand, I couldn't say - returned to my chest. Fingers pinched and rolled my swollen nipple, tugging lightly before soothing it with a soft rub. My whole body twisted at the dual sensation, torn between the wet heat below and the sharp flickers above.

I moaned helplessly, the broken sound filling the air.

The tongue moved faster now, flicking over my clit in quick, merciless strokes before flattening against me and dragging slowly up through my folds again. The rhythm was maddening - fast and slow, relentless and teasing all at once. My thighs trembled harder, my wrists tugging desperately at the bonds, wanting... needing... to sink my fingers into someone's hair, to anchor myself to something solid.

But I couldn't. I was bound, spread, open and helpless under them.

The thought only made the heat spiral tighter.

Then came the fingers.

Two of them slid inside me again without warning, filling me, stretching me, pumping in a rhythm that matched the tongue working over my clit. I cried out loudly this time, my back arching clean off the surface.

My body was a mess of sensations - the wet suction at my clit, the pumping fingers curling deep inside me, the sharp tug at my nipple. It was too much, too sharp, too good.

"Please-" I gasped, not even knowing what I was begging for. Release? More? To know who was breaking me apart like this? My voice dissolved into another moan as the tongue pressed harder against my clit, circling, sucking, teasing me right to the edge.

The chuckle came again - dark, low, vibrating against my skin where his mouth was buried between my thighs.

It wrecked me.

Pleasure coiled hotter, tighter, my body clenching helplessly around the fingers driving into me. Every stroke, every lick, every flick of tongue sent me higher until I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but fall apart.

The orgasm ripped through me violently.

Stronger than the first.

It tore a cry from my throat. My body convulsed as the pleasure burst sharp and overwhelming. My thighs shook uncontrollably, my hips jerking against the mouth that didn't stop, that kept licking, sucking, teasing even as I shattered. I was clenching so hard around the fingers inside me that I thought I might break. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the sheer force of the orgasm, dampening the silk covering them.

The wave kept rolling, over and over, leaving me trembling, gasping, utterly undone.

I collapsed back, with my chest heaving and every nerve ending alight. My body was still twitching with aftershocks as the mouth finally pulled away from my thoroughly devoured core.

But even then, even as I lay there wrecked and panting, I couldn't tell who it had been.

Draven? Oscar?

The bonds between us swirled, tangled, making the heat and energy indistinguishable. Maybe they were both in on it. Maybe the one who had whispered wasn't the one who went down on me at all.

I didn't know.

And I was slowly coming to the realization that this was my punishment that Draven had prepared - completely at loss to tell them apart, not being able to see them pleasure me or to be able to touch them.

He surely was cruel.