Bound by Obsession (Shadowed Souls #2)

35. Chapter Thirty Five

S leep clings to me, repeatedly dragging me under while those either side of me flinch and shift. A bone-deep exhaustion pins me down into the mattress, dreams flittering in and out. Images of glistening eyes, full lips curved into smiles. Someone kisses my head.

I remain a dead weight pressed up against a strong back, my limbs too heavy to move, too weary to care. The scent of citrus flickers at the edge of my awareness, but it’s hard to hold on to anything for long. I lean myself closer to who I know instinctively is Axel. From behind, an arm snakes around my waist and tugs me back. I don’t bother fighting, not even when a hand covers my mouth.

“Hold still,” a distant voice penetrates the darkness, although the brush of lips is hot on my ear. I don’t have the energy to do anything other than remain still, not after Axel and Garrett were finished with me.

They spent hours lavishing my body with pleasure, taking me savagely at first and then worshiping me with longing kisses and tender licks. The three of us ended up lying vertically, the gentle rhythmic thrusting of them both inside of me akin to making love and I’m fairly certain I was asleep before they’d even withdrawn their cocks. It was glorious.

Now, in true Garrett fashion, an erection pushes insistently at the curve of my ass. Someone get this guy a medal for stamina. I attempt to mutter something along those lines but the hand on my mouth tightens.

“Shh. Don’t wake Axel.” I huff into the hand, surrendering to the cock pushing its way between my thighs. I try to shift, acting as an accommodating host, when the shaft brushes my pussy and I gasp. A shot of tender soreness bursts to life, causing me to jolt. I squirm more now, attempting to protest that it’s too much. I can’t take anymore. The mouth beside my ear places gentle kisses against my hairline. “Relax. This is for me.”

Slowly rocking his hips back and forth, he uses the apex of my thighs to stroke himself. His breath hitches, his hips jerking with slow, controlled thrusts.

The hand stays firm over my mouth, muffling the whimpers that build at the back of my throat as his cock slides between my thighs. He’s using me—my warmth, my softness—to state his need. It shouldn’t be so erotic considering what we were doing a few hours ago, but somehow a different kind of need has awoken within me. One which wants to let my sleepy state hide how much it turns me on. I’m just an object for pleasure.

Biting down on my ear lobe, I clench my ass in response, squeezing him tightly. His harsh breathing picks up, a lone sound in the darkness as he pumps back and forth. The slick, heated friction between us intensifies, each stroke teasing me in ways I can’t ignore. The quiet rhythm of his body, the subtle desperation in his movements, builds a tension that coils low in my belly. The soreness between my legs throbs in protest, but there’s a strange thrill in the powerlessness of it all, in being pinned down and used so deliberately.

His hand slips from my mouth, brushing down my neck before cupping my breast, his fingers rough as they tweak a sensitive nipple. I stifle a moan, biting my lip, but he hears it. He knows.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice low, reverberating through the darkness. “I can feel your heat. You’d take all of me if I decided it.”

Axel shifts beside me, still asleep, his even breathing a stark contrast to the hungry gasps on this side of the bed. He drapes an arm across my waist and tightens possessively, as if even in sleep Axel can sense what’s happening, what’s being done to me. It only makes my attacker bolder. He thrusts harder, pushing himself closer to the edge. My body betrays my exhaustion, my soreness, as desire curls deep inside me.

“You’re going to make me come,” he groans, my breast being roughly groped in his large hand. His rhythm falters, becoming erratic. My breath catches, the tension too much to bear. I grip the sheets, biting back the sharp cry rising in my throat as my body, drained as it is, responds to him with a sudden pulse of pleasure.

His hand flies back to cover my mouth just as I arch into him, and his groan is a low, broken sound as he spills against me, warmth spreading between my thighs. He stills, his lips brushing my neck, and for a moment, the room is filled with nothing but our heavy breathing.

“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice rough with satisfaction. His hands release my mouth and waist, and in the next moment, he’s gone.

I lie there, now too wired for sleep, as the click of one door closes and the bathroom one opens. Light floods the room, the rough movements of a towel being tousled over a head of dark hair and a T-shirt being pulled on. Garrett doesn’t even try to slip in quietly, dropping himself onto the mattress with a soft bounce. He grabs for me instantly, his hand curling around my thighs and suddenly jerking away.

“Holy crap, Peach. I hope you’re dreaming about me because you are gushing .” Heat floods my cheeks, a delayed response stuttering in my brain. What the fuck just happened? In front of me, Axel’s hazel eyes blink open, his voice void of any grogginess.

“Wyatt just dry humped her against my back.”

“What the hell?!” I instantly push against his chest and shoot upright. No, that can’t…there’s no way…Oh god. “You were awake the entire time, and you didn’t say anything?!” Axel pushes himself upright too, leaning against the headboard with a boyish smirk.

“It beat the nightmare I was having,” he shrugs. “And if I gave any signal that I was awake, he would have run off. You’re welcome.” My mouth drops open. That was Axel doing me a favor ? I throw my face into my hands, finally catching up with what just happened. Wyatt was here, using me as a human sex doll. His kisses still linger against my neck, the heated press of his hand on my breast. The twisted reality of it only makes it that much more erotic, even if I’m convinced I can never look him in the eye again.

Curling his hands around my shoulders, Garrett encourages me to lean back against Axel’s chest. I don’t have the energy to resist. I’m too embarrassed that I was so easy, even though something didn’t feel quite right and I allowed it to happen anyway. Plain and simple - I’m a slut. That’s my destiny now. Once I’m reclined, Axel strokes my hair while Garrett’s attention drifts lower.

“Let’s put this where it belongs.” He widens my thighs, his fingers sliding through Wyatt’s cum until he reaches my most sensitive area. I tense on instinct, attempting to clamp my thighs shut but Garrett is already positioned in between my knees.

“Relax, Peach. I know you’re sore, but this has to happen.”

“Why?!” I half-screech, my brows knitted together.

“Knowing all of our cum is inside of you sends me feral.” For the second time, my mouth drops open and I’m speechless. I don’t know how much more of these blurred lines I can take, and I one hundred percent blame Garrett. He’s spent months filling my head with these fantasies, switching up normalized dynamics that I don’t even question it anymore. Anyone else want to slide into my bed and come on me? I’m fair game to the Shadowed Souls, no exception.

Axel’s chest vibrates beneath me. “Technically, Dax didn’t cum inside her.” Garrett’s expression falls. There’s an instant gut-punching moment where I’m sure he’s going to hunt poor Dax down and milk him just for this occasion. This warped bonding initiation he’s conjured up. But then, his easy going nature returns and he rolls his eyes.

“He came inside her throat. Don’t challenge me on logistics right now.”

Without any argument, Garrett holds my gaze as he uses one hand to spread me open and the other to push two cum covered fingers inside of my pussy. I wince at the contact but he doesn’t stop, scooping up the next bit and tenderly pushing it into me. The more he does it, the more the pain subsides, opening the gateway for pleasure to crash through. Scratch being a slut, I’m a full-on cum bucket now. Garrett’s fingers work their way inside of me, curling, twisting and pulling back in a rhythm I’m soon lost to.

Throwing my head back against Axel, I twist my head so he can kiss me. Just like our love making earlier, his lips are full of reverence and passion. Garrett scoops the last of the cum from my thighs with a satisfied grunt.

“That’s the last of it,” he says, pushing those long fingers back into me. On his withdrawal, my own hand lashes out to grab his wrist, holding him in place. Axel’s tongue dips into my mouth, my nerve endings alive as I start to work Garrett’s wrist back and forth, fucking myself with his fingers. I shouldn’t have anything left after last night, but with Wyatt at the forefront of my mind, I manage to quickly draw myself towards another climax.

Especially when Axel’s mouth lowers to the spot behind my ear that Wyatt kissed and he whispers, “Such a good fucking girl.”