Theirs to Corrupt (Titans Captivated #5)

Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Tessa

“What are you doing?”

There’s a determined gleam in Link’s dark eyes as he leans toward me.

We’ve just exited the elevator on our floor, and he’s captured my hand to pull me to a stop.

“Carrying our bride across the threshold.”

In a lightning quick move that makes me dizzy, he sweeps me from my feet.

“Have you lost your mind?” I squeal and laugh as he cradles me against him. Instinctively I wrap my arms around his neck. “You’re going to hurt your back.”

“Not a chance.”

His strides are as long as ever as he walks toward our suite.

The two Hawkeye agents who are on guard move farther apart to allow Pax access to the keypad on the wall.

With a soft beep, the lock disengages and he opens the door.

Once we’re inside, Link kicks it closed behind us.

The suite is dimly lit, casting everything in a warm, intimate glow. Link doesn’t pause in the living area. Instead he continues straight toward his bedroom.

Pax follows.

Near the window, Link gently lowers me to my feet, and I gasp when his thick, hard erection brushes against my stomach.

I barely have time to steady myself before he peruses me, from the top of my now-disheveled hair to the hem of my wedding gown.

“We’ve waited long enough.” Link’s voice is low, filled with promise.

In a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement, my heart soars.

Cupping my face between his palms, Link gently strokes my cheeks with his thumbs. Then he brings me toward him.

His beautiful lips are soft yet firm.

I melt against him, allowing my eyes to drift closed as his tongue explores my mouth with a gentle dominance that makes me dizzy.

Pax moves in closer, his body heat radiating against my back.

After sweeping my hair to one side, he exposes my neck and presses his lips to the sensitive skin there.

I gasp into Link’s mouth as Pax gently nips my flesh.

Link pulls away slightly, his breath ragged. “You taste like forever, little dove.” He takes a step back to shrug out of his tuxedo jacket and carelessly toss it onto a nearby chair.

Pax follows suit, his jacket joining Link’s.

I watch as Link begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest.

My gaze snags on his cuff links that glint in the soft light. I blink, focusing on the intricate design.

Owls.

With emerald eyes.

My breath catches, and I look up at him.

Link really is a Titan.

Then he seeks to distract me, capturing my mouth once more and tangling his hands in my hair to tilt my head back so he can deepen the kiss.

There’s just us and the moment.

I moan softly, and Pax is behind me again, gliding his strong palms over my hips and up to my shoulders. Gently he massages me.

When they finally release me, I’m relaxed and tense at the same time.

Link tosses his cuff links onto the nearby table. Then he loosens his bowtie and tosses it aside.

Pax’s lands on top, at an odd angle.

Before I’ve recovered, their hands are everywhere, exploring and teasing as they slowly work my dress up my legs. Both men trace patterns with their fingertips, leaving me without a single rational thought.

I sway as Pax caresses the back of my thighs, inching the dress higher while Link’s hands slide up my sides, lifting the fabric over my hips. “We’re going to pleasure you until you can’t take anymore.”

I shudder with anticipation as they continue, the cool air kissing my exposed skin.

They continue until Link traces the lace edge of my bra, sending jolts of awareness through me.

Pax clamps my waist and circles my hipbones with his thumbs.

I’m swimming in sensation as his length presses against my back.

Link’s mouth moves to my neck, sucking and nipping as he finally pulls the dress up and over my head, leaving me standing between them in just my bra.

Pax takes the gown from him and drapes it over the back of a nearby chair.

Link takes a step back, his gaze roving over my body as if he’s trying to memorize my shape. “Exquisite.” His voice is gruff. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

Pax echoes his sentiment with a low growl of approval, sliding his hands up my back to unclasp my bra.

Link’s eyes are feral, filled with hunger and appreciation.

I force myself to resist the instinct to hide. After all, Link was very clear that he’ll be exercising his conjugal rights—as he’d called them.

My bra floats to the floor, and I stand naked before them, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves.

“Hands behind your back, little dove,” Link instructs gently.

But there’s no doubting the command in his tone.

I shudder.

Still, I comply.

“Don’t move until one of us says.” His expression is unreadable as he reaches out to cup my breasts.

He uses his two fingers to circle my nipples. They pebble in response to his touch.

“You like that.” Satisfaction laces his words.

Once again, Pax captures my hips, and he pulls me back against him.

Because my hands are trapped between us, my palms are curled around his cock.

“That’s it. A little harder, Tessa.”

Link drops to his knees in front of me and kisses my stomach. Then he trails kisses lower, making me shake.

I need to grab hold of him for support, but I’m helpless, trapped.

“Stroke me,” Pax demands.

How is it possible for me to obey when Link is driving me mad?

“That wasn’t a request, sweetheart,” he says against my ear.

I’m accustomed to Link’s demands, but now Pax too?

Together they’re terrible.

He moves one hand lower to cup one of my ass cheeks. Then he digs his fingers into my flesh.

Lost, I begin to slide my hands up and down, and he thickens against me.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

My senses are swirling. I never imagined I’d hear those words, and now I crave them.

Link taps the inside of my right thigh. “Spread your legs.”

This is brazen. Tonight they’re demanding I become an active participant, rather than someone who gets to relax and enjoy as they explore.

“You’ll hide nothing from us,” Pax tells me gruffly. “Whatever we want. Whenever we want it.”

I don’t respond quickly enough, and Link pinches the spot he’d lightly tapped. Stunned, gasping, I obey.

Pax chuckles, the sound slightly triumphant, and it rocks my world. “There’s the easy way and the hard way. Whichever one you get is entirely up to you.”

“Understand?” Link asks.

I nod.

“Give us the words.” To reinforce his demand, he squeezes my flesh again.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

Is this really happening?

And why am I so, so wet?

“Yes,” I repeat. “I understand.”

Pax releases his grip, then slides his hands up to cradle my breasts. As Link tastes me, he circles my nipples and squeezes them. “Don’t forget about my cock, Tessa.”

Crying out a little, I concentrate on doing as I’m instructed.

I lean back against Pax’s shoulder as Link explores every inch of me, licking and sucking until I’m a writhing mess. Pax is kissing the side of my neck and tormenting my breasts.

An orgasm looms, just out of reach.

With his tongue, Link traces the folds of my intimate flesh, making me tremble.

He holds apart my labia and finds the sensitive nub of my clit, circling it, applying just enough pressure to make me thrust against his mouth.

“That’s it,” Pax murmurs. “Fuck his mouth. Give us everything.” He tightens his grip on my breasts, and he pinches and rolls my nipples even harder, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to the place Link is tormenting.

“I could devour you all night.” Link’s voice vibrates against my sensitive flesh.

Consumed, I tighten my grip on Pax and move faster, keeping time with the way Link is flicking his tongue over me.

Then Link slides two fingers inside me, stretching them out. He makes love to me with his hand and his mouth.

“Let go for us,” Pax whispers against my ear.

Their combined efforts push me closer and closer to the edge.

In this moment there’s nothing but us, the sounds of my ragged breathing, and their murmurs of encouragement.

My body coils tighter with each of Link’s strokes and every pinch of Pax’s fingers.

As I’m about to tumble over the edge, Link pulls back slightly to look up at me. “Let us see you fall apart.”

With a final, deliberate stroke of his tongue, he sends me spiraling into ecstasy. Lost, helpless, my body convulsing, I cry out.

Pax wraps his arms around my waist, supporting me as I ride out the intense orgasm.

Long seconds later, Link stands up and claims my mouth. I taste myself on him. The act is erotic and intimate, and another ripple traces through me.

Without being aware of it, I stopped stroking Pax.

But my back is still pressed to him, and he’s holding me upright.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Link says.

As Pax releases me, Link takes my hand and guides me to the edge of the mattress. Then he scoops me up and lifts me onto it.

I scoot back and sit up, propped against the headboard.

Pax undresses, revealing his powerful, muscular body, nicked with scars, including one on the outside of his thigh. A reminder of his military service?

Link follows, shedding the rest of his clothes, until he stands before me, naked and aroused.

My heart pounding with anticipation, I drink in the sight of them.

Their masculine bodies are so different—Link with lean, toned muscles, and Pax with his broad, rippling physique. And their enormous erections leave no doubt they desire me.

Link takes a step closer to me, allowing his gaze to trail over my naked body. The hunger in his eyes is predatory. “You’re ours now, Tessa.” His voice is possessive. “Completely. Utterly.”

Pax closes the distance and stands beside him, his eyes dark. “We’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

“You’re a virgin.” Link’s words are a statement, not a question.

I grab a pillow and hold it against me.

How does he know?

Is it that obvious? Or something else…? “I…” Have no idea what to say.

“We’ll be gentle.” He sits next to me and tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

Link’s fingers linger on my cheek, his touch gentle yet possessive. “We want you to be comfortable, little dove. I’m assuming you’re not on birth control?”

Oh God. What does it say that I never really thought about it?

That I’m swept up in them? “I… Uh. No. I’m not on birth control.”

“Would you like us to use protection?” His voice is low, intimate.

Since this is all so new, I’m not ready for kids immediately. I appreciate the fact he cares enough to ask. “Yes.”

Link nods.

I meet his gaze, searching for any sign he’s disappointed in my answer. But all that’s there is approval.

“We’ll take care of everything.”

Pax goes into the bathroom and returns with a small box.

My eyes widen.

Never missing anything, Link asks, “Problem, little dove?”