Theirs to Corrupt (Titans Captivated #5)

Chapter 23

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Tessa

“That’s a lot.” And the size is extra-large.

The men exchange glances, and they both grin. “Always believe in being prepared,” Pax replies, dropping the box on the nightstand. Then he adds a small bottle next to it.

Their amusement restores my equilibrium and chases away my nerves.

Link plucks the pillow from my arms and pulls me into his lap, his skin hot against mine.

He trails his fingertips over my chest and breasts, reacquainting himself with every curve and line.

Relaxed, I surrender to him as he traces a path from my collarbone to my navel, his touch light and teasing. “We’re going to find all the places that make you gasp, that make you moan, that make you scream with pleasure.”

“Until you’re begging us to stop,” Pax adds.

They’ve already proven that they can make me do exactly that.

Link moves me so that I’m lying on my back.

Pax strides to the far side of the bed and joins us on my other side.

Link continues his lazy, sensual exploration, moving down to the apex of my thighs. Then he strokes lightly. Without words, he coaxes me to spread my legs and release any anxiousness.

His motions deliberate, he reaches for a condom and sheaths himself.

But instead of instantly moving over me, he licks me again, bringing me back to full, writhing arousal.

Only then does he position himself between my legs, his eyes holding my gaze prisoner.

“I’ve got you.”

His heat, his hardness presses against me.

I suck in a breath, balling my fists as I tense.

Then Pax is there, dampening a finger and pressing it against my clit. “You’re so perfect for us, Tessa.”

Willing it to be over, I close my eyes.

Pax continues to tease me, and instinctively I lift my hips. Gently Link presses forward. “So fucking tight…

I wince at the slight burn as he begins to enter me. Even though they played with me, sliding in their fingers, nothing compares to his massive, thick cock and the feeling of being stretched and filled.

Nervous, I open my eyes, but Link has already pulled back, and the pressure is gone.

He strokes in again, not as far, then pulls out and repeats the motion, this time as deep as earlier, but no farther. He finds a rhythm that is slow and reassures me, but moments later, there’s a slight pain.

When I gasp, Pax captures my chin and kisses me, swallowing my small cry.

Link pauses, giving my body time to adjust.

Pax continues to work his magic on my clit, and he deepens his kiss.

“That’s it, little dove,” Link encourages, his voice strained with restraint. “You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect.”

He begins to stroke again until he fills me completely.

The initial pain ebbs, replaced by a growing pleasure.

Pax ends our kiss, and he moves his hand from between my legs to cup one of my breasts and tease my already-sensitive nipple.

“You’re doing so well,” Pax promises.

With one last surge, Link’s hips are against mine, and he pauses, fully seated inside me.

His jaw is clenched, but the tenderness in his eyes makes my heart flutter.

The expression is one I’ve never seen before.

“Mine.”

Claimed.

“Ours.”

Link makes love to me, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm.

Driving me to distraction, Pax’s hands and mouth are everywhere, caressing, kissing, heightening my reactions.

A climax builds again, and my body coils tighter with each of my husband’s thrusts.

Link’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he struggles to maintain control. “You feel too good, Tessa,” he groans, his pace quickening. “I can’t… I won’t last much longer.”

Once more, Pax slides his hand down between Link and me. Maddeningly he circles my clit in time with Link’s thrusts. The added stimulation is too much. Desperately I clutch Link’s shoulders as my hips buck against him.

“Come with me, little dove.” Link’s husky voice is strained. “Let go, baby. Let me feel you come.”

His command is the permission I need.

God. Oh God. Pleasure crashes over me.

“Fuck.” Link thrusts deep one last time, his body rigid as he takes his own release. “Goddamn, little dove.”

Pax slows his motions, drawing out the last shudders of my orgasm. He presses a soft kiss to my temple. “So beautiful, Tessa. So perfect.”

Link and I look at each other, and I ache to soothe the lines that are grooved next to his eyes.

He holds my gaze before dropping a kiss on my mouth.

From earlier, he still tastes like me.

Gently he pulls out, his breaths ragged.

Pax curls against me, his cock hard as it presses against my buttock. He drapes an arm over me, warming my body that is a little damp from exertion.

Link leaves us momentarily to dispose of the condom.

Then he returns, and I’m deliciously trapped between the men I’ve promised my life to.

Both stroke my skin, smoothing the return from my high back down to reality.

I lie between them, sated.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of our breathing, the scent of lovemaking in the air. In this moment, I’m content.

Link props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me, eyebrows drawn together. “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing.” I smile back, a warm glow spreading through me. “That was…incredible.”

Pax rests his hand possessively on my hip. “That was just the beginning, sweetheart. We have all night, and we intend to use every minute. Starting now. Are you ready to be mine, Tessa?”

His question turns me inside out. I know Pax will demand everything from me. And yet, isn’t that exactly what I want?

“You’re not too sore?”

“No,” I whisper, turning to face him. His green eyes blaze with possessive intent.

Pax’s gaze holds me in place as he trails his fingers down my ribs. He’s not as gentle as Link. Instead Pax’s touch is firmer, more insistent, as if he’s barely able to contain his hunger, and he ignites sparks on my skin.

Link shifts, propping himself up on my other side.

In that instant, Pax captures my lips in a fierce kiss. His tongue seeks, then claims.

As Pax’s possession makes me reel, Link traces the curve of my spine before placing a gentle kiss to the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Let us know when you’re ready, little dove.”

Pax slides his hand down to cup me, and he presses against my clit with precise, deliberate movements. Gasping, I shamelessly grind against his hand.

As he ends the kiss, Link guides me onto my back so he can knead and caress my breasts, rolling my nipples between thumbs and forefingers until they’re hard, aching points.

The dual sensations, Pax’s relentless torment of my pussy and Link’s teasing touch, drive me to the brink of madness. They have me panting, writhing, begging for more.

Right as I’m on the verge of coming, Pax pulls away.

I sigh my frustration.

“A little patience,” Link counsels.

Patience? I scowl. Easy for him to say.

Keeping his gaze on me, Pax reaches for a condom.

Teasing me, prolonging my agony, he takes his sweet time rolling the latex down his thick, hard cock.

Then he lies on his back. “You’re going to ride me, gorgeous.”

I inhale, but before I can form any kind of protest, he grips my waist, lifting me effortlessly and positioning me on top, straddling him.

His heat and hardness press into me, making me hyperaware of how large and dangerous he is.

“You’re going to take me, Tessa, but first, I want to be sure you’re ready.”

“I am,” I promise.

“You’re not wet enough. And I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Come here,” Link tells me, sitting up and repositioning me until I’m facing the headboard, my knees on either side of Pax’s head.

They can’t mean…

“Sit on my face, gorgeous,” Pax commands, his voice rough with need.

Scandalized, I freeze.

When I don’t move, Link captures my shoulders and gently but firmly pushes me down. “Do as you’re told, little dove.” His tone is harshly uncompromising.

Pax reaches up to grasp my hips, fingertips digging into my bones, and he guides me down until I’m seated on his face.

I can’t believe this is happening.

Desperately I grab hold of the headboard, hoping to gain leverage to lift myself up. But Link holds me in place.

“Stay where you are.”

Before I can protest, he cups my breasts and gently abrades the tips with his thumbnails, making me forget what I was going to say.

Pax delves between my folds, exploring and teasing me with his mouth.

In under a minute, I forget how nervous this has made me, and instead I shake from the pleasure rocking me.

He licks and sucks, making sure I’m aroused, my pussy drenched.

My body tightens as an orgasm builds.

Forgetting everything but the moment, I tip my head back.

Just as I’m about to come, Pax clamps his hands on my hips and lifts me off his face.

Aching for release, I whimper. “No!”

The two men, both terrible, move me once more, leaving me positioned over Pax’s throbbing cock.

“Now you’re ready.”

More than.

“Take me, Tessa. All of me.” He fists his cock, and he encourages me to go at my own pace, but there’s an impatient hunger in his eyes that tells me he won’t wait forever.

I lower myself a little, and he positions himself at my entrance. I’m already so wet, but as I begin to take him inside, I inhale sharply at the sheer size of him. He’s bigger than Link, and my body struggles to adjust to his invasion.

“Easy.” Link strokes my back.

Pax clenches his jaw, restraint visible in the tense lines of his body. Yet even he doesn’t rush me.

After releasing a deep breath, I take him in inch by inch, my body stretching to accommodate him.

Being so full is incredible, and I ache from the deep satisfaction of being claimed so completely.

“That’s it.”

Once I’m fully seated, my pussy against his groin, he tightens his hands on my hips. “You’re in control. Ride me, Tessa.”

The idea that I might ever be in control of either of these men is absurd, but I begin to move, rising a little, then lowering myself again.

He groans.

Link’s hands are everywhere: my back, my breasts, my ass. His touch adds fuel to the fire, making me lose control.

Suddenly Pax takes over, urging me to go faster, harder. He meets each of my downward strokes with a thrust of his own, his hips slamming against mine, and I get hotter by the moment.

Surrendering, I lean back against Link as Pax controls my movements, using my body for his pleasure and mine.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are, little dove?” Link demands.

Pax’s gaze is locked onto mine. “You’re more than just sexy You’re a goddamn temptress.”

His words thrill me, and I grind down on him, accepting him even deeper. The mixture of pleasure and pain makes me cry out.

Pax groans.

The realization that I can affect him like that fills me with a sense of feminine power unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

He thrusts again, and I rock faster, driven by his demands and my own needs.

Link reaches between us to circle my clit, keeping time with our lovemaking.

The added stimulation is… “Too much,” I manage, but already a climax is unfurling again. This time it’s more insistent because of the way they’ve denied me.

I go tense.

Pax is slick with sweat, his muscles rigid as he fights to maintain control. “Not yet, sweetheart. You don’t come until I say so.”

Is he serious?

In frustration, I force out a breath.

Link shrugs, a diabolical, nonsympathetic motion. “He’s in charge now. I’m sure he’ll make it worth the wait.”

Pax’s movements become more forceful, and his fingertips have to be leaving tiny marks on my skin.

Each stroke sends shockwaves through me, and I can barely breathe, barely think.

Link circles my clit even faster.

I can’t hold out any longer. “Please.” My voice is a jagged whisper. “Please, Pax. I need to come.”

There’s dark triumph in his eyes. “Do it. Come for me, Tessa. All over my cock.”

With his permission, I shudder, and my climax crashes over me. I’m squeezing him internally as I toss back my head, shaking, crying out both of their names.

“Fucking hot.” Link’s voice is a purr of approval.

Thank God Link eases his hand away from me, but Pax continues on, drawing out my climax until I’m shuddering.

Remaining upright takes all my energy.

“Fuck.” Pax’s body tenses. “Tessa…”

With a final, powerful thrust, he ejaculates, his body rigid, his cock pulsing inside me. “Fu-uck…”

I collapse against Pax’s chest, and his heart thunders beneath my cheek.

I’m completely exhausted, and I shudder from the little ripples of aftershocks.

Link is there, scooping back my hair. “We’re proud of you.”

Pax feathers a finger across my cheek, his touch surprisingly tender after the energy of our joining. “I know I’m not easy, but you were fucking perfect.”

I offer a small smile, and I manage to lift my head a little so I can look at him.

His green eyes are softer now, fierce hunger replaced by a warmth. Gently I kiss him. “That was amazing.”

I glance over at Link. He’s hard. Ready.

Another reminder that our night is far from over?

“How about a glass of wine, little dove? We’ll show some mercy.”

“Oh?”

“Temporarily. The honeymoon is just beginning, and we want to be sure you’re not too sore for what’s going to come next.”

Every time I feel like I can relax, they ratchet up my tension.

Across the room, a phone rings.

At this time of night?

Link excuses himself, leaving the bed, then grabbing a robe before heading into the living room for some privacy.

“Do you two ever stop working?”

Pax grins. “From time to time. But I’ve got an idea to keep you busy until he comes back…”