Theirs to Corrupt (Titans Captivated #5)

Chapter 25

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Tessa

I don’t know why it never occurs to disobey, but it doesn’t.

After placing my purse on a table inside the door, I kick off my shoes and walk across the room to him.

“I missed you.”

My pulse becomes erratic as I start a sensual slide into becoming his, and slowly I lower myself to the floor.

I glance up to meet his unreadable eyes. “Pax knew where I was.”

He nods. “I wasn’t asking for an explanation.”

In relief, I exhale. Just because he saved me doesn’t mean he gets all my freedom.

“I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”

I tear my gaze from his eyes to the front of his slacks, and I try to hide my grin. If appearances can be trusted, he has most definitely been thinking about me.

“I want to fuck you, little dove.”

My insides turn molten.

“Undress me.” The words aren’t a request; they’re a cold, hard demand.

I shove away my moment of hesitation. We’re married. Of course he will expect this kind of attention.

After removing his shoes and socks, I kneel up a little to release his belt buckle.

“That’s it. You’re doing great.”

His approval gives me courage.

I slide the leather from its loops and drop the belt on the couch next to him. Then I release the button at his waist. As I reach for the tab of his zipper, he captures my wrist.

“Stroke me first.”

Swallowing my nerves, I nod.

I grasp him and gently move up and down his length, feeling the way his cock leaps and hardens.

“That’s it.” His voice is a low, rumbly purr of approval.

Emboldened by his pleasure, I close my hand slightly and squeeze harder.

“Fuck, little dove.”

He brushes my hand aside and finishes removing his pants.

Impatient, Mr. Merritt?

But that he’s been with so many women and wants me this badly is thrilling.

Suddenly as impatient as him, I release the buttons on his shirt, fumbling a little. Then I shove the material over his shoulders.

Unable to resist temptation, I trail my hand down his chest, lingering on his tight abs. Being this close, touching him, inhaling his pure, masculine spicy scent, has already made me wet.

“Not too sore from last night?”

Maybe a little, but I’m not confessing that to him. “Not at all.”

“Then we need to try harder to wear you out.”

I look up, and he’s grinning. Having Link tease me is unusual, but I like it.

He stands.

His erect cock is right in front of me, a tiny drop glistening on the tip. Without being asked, without being coached, I do what comes naturally and lick it away. The salty tanginess on my tongue sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“Jesus.”

Emboldened, I suck his cockhead into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. He buries his hand into my hair, holding me tight as I try to take more and more of his length.

Finally my eyes water, and I choke a little. Pulling back, I look up at him.

Link’s eyes are glazed, and that fills me with a feeling of power.

“You’re so damn hot.” He offers me his hand.

Instead of accepting, I lean forward to taste him again.

“That’s enough.”

With a small sigh, I slide my palm against his.

He draws me to him, his hard core pressing into my softness. Then he digs his fingers into my buttocks, making me moan. “I…”

“Soon,” he promises as he releases me. “Now go into the bedroom.”

Curious to know what he has in mind, I cross to the bedroom to find Pax already there, completely naked, his enormous cock jutting toward me.

“We thought we’d try something new this morning,” Pax says.

I barely hear him over my thundering heart.

Link joins us in the room, continuing on to stand next to Pax.

Do these two plan everything they’re going to do to me?

As I watch, he pulls out two condoms from the box. Then once more, he crooks his finger.

“Put one on each of us.”

Pax nods at the floor, and I understand his intent. Without hesitation, I sink to my knees, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

I accept the first packet, and my fingers shake as I tear it open.

I start with Pax, his cock so thick and hard that it’s a challenge to roll the condom down his length. He groans as I touch him, his eyes never leaving mine.

Then I turn to Link. He’s watching me with a heated gaze, his cock twitching as if impatient for my touch. I open the second packet and smooth the condom over him, feeling the pulsing veins beneath my fingers.

Being on my knees in front of them shoots goose bumps down my arms.

“Good girl,” Link praises, his voice low and husky. He offers me his hand, helping me to my feet.

Pax moves to the bed, lying down, his erection jutting up demandingly toward me. “Come here, sweetheart.”

Once I’ve straddled him, Link lies next to us.

“Lean forward,” Pax instructs, his hands gripping my hips to guide me.

When I do, he positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against my wetness before slowly pushing inside.

Like last night, I gasp at the fullness, the feeling of being stretched around him.

Pax begins to move beneath me, his thrusts slow and deep.

He draws me down to his chest, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. Then he trails his hands over my body, lighting fires on my skin as he cups my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I gasp, and heat builds in me.

Link slides his hand onto my belly, then moves lower, finding my clit and teasing it until I’m writhing against him.

Just when I’m on the edge, Pax grasps my hips and lifts me off him.

“What?” I ask, dazed.

“My turn,” Link says.

“Your—”

My words are cut off when Link moves me onto his lap, my back to his chest. He lifts me slightly. “Take my cock. Handle it. Put it in you.”

His demands are so sexy that my head spins.

He raises an eyebrow. “Do it.”

I turn my head a little and reach behind me to grab hold of him.

A little nervous because I’m accustomed to them taking charge, I hold his dick steady and move myself onto his cockhead.

“Good.” His tone is filled with approval. “That’s it.”

Feeling ridiculously awkward, I lower myself. Then I lift up a little.

“Fuck me, little dove.”

Instead of waiting for me, he circles my wrist and pulls my hand aside to enter me with a single, powerful thrust, filling me completely.

I cry out, from pleasure, not pain.

He holds my waist firm, anchoring me against him.

I lift myself a little, moving with urgent, intense strokes, each one pushing me higher, closer to a climax.

My thoughts blur. Everything inside me begins to tighten, and he lifts me up.

I cry out my protest. My clit is throbbing. I want this. Need it.

“You’ll come when we say, little dove.”

“You’re awful.”

“Terrible,” he agrees.

I’m shaking, and my pussy has never been wetter.

“Pax is waiting.”

They’re passing me back and forth between them?

Reeling, my mind barely able to string two thoughts together, I accept his hand as he helps me move into position. I’m shaking as I take him inside me once more.

Link kneels behind me and reaches around to cup my breasts and tease my nipples into hard peaks. He trails kisses down my neck.

I moan helplessly as every part of me responds to their dual touch, their dual possession.

Pax thrusts, building a steady rhythm.

Once more, his strokes push me closer to the edge. “Please,” I beg. I’m desperate, coming undone, and I have no idea how long they intend to keep this torment going.

Link eases one hand lower to play with my clit, circling it, teasing it, driving me wild.

They’ve turned me into a panting, moaning mess.

Pax holds me tight, and his thrusts become more urgent, more demanding, each keeping me on the edge.

Tension coils in me. And still, Link is relentless.

“Please,” I beg again, my voice a ragged whisper. “I need… I need to come.”

“Yes.” Pax’s gaze locks onto mine, his eyes filled with a fierce intensity. “Come with me.”

I shatter, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me. My internal muscles clamp down on him. Moments later, he groans, calling my name, finding his own release, pulsing deep inside me.

Link’s touch is lighter now. “You’re beautiful when you come, little dove.”

Pax trails his fingers up my sides to cup my breasts. “Gorgeous,” he agrees, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, drawing out a gasp from deep within me.

I lean forward, resting my forehead on Pax’s chest, trying to catch my breath.

“That was…” I struggle to find the right words. “Incredible.”

Link chuckles, lying down beside us, his hand tracing lazy patterns on my back. “We’re glad you approve.”

Pax slips out of me, then rolls us so that I’m underneath him. He presses a soft kiss on my lips before moving away.

Link brushes back my hair as Pax walks into the bathroom, his cock still impossibly big.

“Marrying you may be the best decision I ever made,” Link says.

His confession stuns me, and I have no idea what to say in return.

I’m saved from responding when Pax returns with a warm washcloth. I sigh as he gently soothes between my legs. After last night and what we’ve just shared, I’m a little tender, even if I wouldn’t admit that to either of them.

“We’re not quite finished,” Link says, positioning himself between my legs.

They’re insatiable, but I want this more than I could have imagined possible.

His eyes are filled with hunger, and he devours my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.

He strokes into me, allowing me to feel every inch of his hardness.

This position seems more intimate. I love the passion the three of us have been sharing, but this is more than a fuck, as he’d called it earlier.

It feels like making love.

Or maybe I’m making up things that I want to be true.

Propping his weight away from me, he moves, taking his time, allowing me to savor their actions.

As I respond, becoming wetter, arching my back, he thrusts harder, deeper, each motion a mark of his possession.

“That’s it. Give yourself to me. Everything you’ve got.”

Pax strokes my spine. His touch is comforting, and it keeps the three of us grounded as lovers.

My body instinctively syncs with my husband’s.

Deep inside, my climax builds

“You belong to us.”

As if he owns me, he sends me over the edge, crying out his name.

Moments later, he groans, and he comes, his body shuddering. Then, for a moment, he holds me tight, and I drink in desperate gulps of air.

I’m shattered.

“You okay?” Pax asks.

“I’m not sure.” It’s the honest truth. I tingle, and I ache a little.

“She may need a breather.” Pax shrugs

“You have time for a bath, if you’d like,” Link says.

Not wanting our connection to end, I trace his jawbone.

“An hour long enough for you to get ready?” he asks.

“Ready?” I ask, frowning. “For what?”

“We’re going to lunch, maybe take in a few sights.”

“Maybe a cupcake from the ATM at the Royal Sterling?” Pax suggests.

Are they serious?

“We’re on our honeymoon, and we’re in Las Vegas,” Link says. “Tonight after dinner and the cabaret show, we’re scheduled for a helicopter tour of the Strip.”

“Dress comfortably,” Pax tells me. “You’ve got a long day?—”

“ And night ,” Link interrupts.

Pax nods. “ And night ahead of you.”

Am I going to survive my husbands and their never-ending demands?