Theirs to Corrupt (Titans Captivated #5)

Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Tessa

The warm water cascades over us, steam filling the air as I stand beneath the expansive showerhead with Pax and Link.

I’m not sure I’ve ever been more exhausted.

Under the ever-watchful eye of some Hawkeye agents, we had an amazing lunch on the Strip, walked forever, then stopped in at the Royal Sterling for a coffee and salted-caramel bourbon cupcake topped with flaked sea salt and thin dark-chocolate shards.

I’d suggested we install an ATM that dispenses goodies at Link’s house. He hadn’t been very agreeable, even though Mira agreed my idea was a good one.

Afterward, an SUV had picked us up and zipped us back to the Bella Rosa where we changed clothing, then headed for the steak house. Then after the riveting burlesque show at the Royal Sterling, featuring the amazing the Sensational Miss Scarlet, we’d been dropped off for that helicopter tour.

I’ve never been so terrified and exhilarated all at the same time.

Then we came back to the hotel suite, and Link drew me to the bathroom.

Now Pax takes the shower wand from its holder, adjusting the setting until it’s pulsating gently. He looks at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he kneels in front of me.

“No,” I whisper, as horrified as I am excited. He can’t mean…

“Oh yes,” Pax confirms. “Spread your legs.”

A little nervous, I take my time doing as he says.

Link stands behind me, and he reaches around me to part my labia, opening me up completely to Pax. I gasp at the sudden exposure, but the sound is quickly replaced by a moan as Pax directs the warm, pulsating water between my legs.

“How sore are you from the last twenty-four hours?” Link asks.

Water pulses against my clit, making words impossible.

“Little dove?”

“A little,” I manage. After all, Link is enormous. And Pax is a demanding lover. “Not too bad.”

“This’ll help,” Pax assures me.

Will it?

Getting turned on and needy?

Link stands behind me and holds my waist to keep me steady as Pax continues to tease me.

Then Link moves one hand between my legs to spread me wider for Pax.

Together the two of them are diabolical.

“Give in,” Link encourages.

With a sigh, I rest the back of my head against Link’s chest while Pax explores every part of me.

He takes his time, standing upright when he moves the spray over my anus. The tingling and my response shocks me.

“A very concentrated place of nerve endings,” Link tells me.

I can’t believe that I don’t want him to instantly move on.

After he rocks me to another climax, Pax hangs up the shower wand.

“How’s that?” he asks.

The warm water soothed, but I’m on fire for them. “I may want to take more showers with you two,” I surprise myself by admitting.

“Fuck. Little dove…”

They take their time, soaping me, their strong hands gliding over my skin. Then they rinse me off again.

But Pax is cursory with the spray between my thighs, rinsing but not bringing me pleasure.

Before I’m ready, Pax steps out of the shower. Instead of drying off, he holds a large, inviting, plush towel open for me.

Water droplets cling to his skin, seeming to highlight the well-defined muscles of his chest and arms. His cock is more than half hard, and I meet his eyes.

He tips his head to one side. “Our night is still young.”

He’s breathtakingly sexy, as protective as he is demanding. I can’t believe we’ll be spending forever together. “So the shower was self-serving?” Another first, joking with him. Right now, it’s as natural as it is fun. Maybe I’ve put the danger behind me, at least for now.

“Of course not. All about you, Tessa.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

He wraps the towel around me, cocooning me in warmth.

Link steps out right behind me and grabs a towel of his own to hang around his waist.

A lock of his hair has fallen across his forehead, and I can’t resist the temptation to brush it back.

He’s so lean and classically handsome with his chiseled cheekbones. But there’s a ruthless power about him that terrifies and lures me in all at the same time.

Once I’m dry, he offers me a robe, and I slip into it. Link drops his towel on the floor and leads me back into the living room.

He’s comfortable being naked. Will I ever get used to it?

I swallow deeply when he sits on the couch, then pulls me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.

His growing erection presses against me, and instinctively I grind against him.

“That’s it.” He moans from deep in his chest.

“Take off your robe,” Pax says.

I loosen the knot, then shrug. He captures the fluffy terry cloth material, tosses it over the back of the couch, then caresses my back, sliding down to cup my ass. He leans down, his breath warm against my nape.

After squeezing one of my buttocks, he lands a light slap on my ass.

I gasp, looking over my shoulder.

He’s standing right there, so close, naked and powerful, studying me.

“Too much?” he asks, caressing the spot he just spanked, soothing the sting.

I shake my head. “It didn’t hurt. Just… I didn’t expect it.” Shockingly, though, I’m even more turned on, and I move against Link’s hard dick.

“Again?”

“I…”

Link captures my chin .“We’ll go slow, Tessa. You can stop us at any time. Just say the word.”

“BDSM?” I manage, the letters almost lodging in my throat.

“A taste,” Pax says. “Nothing more tonight.”

“You two…”

Link quirks an eyebrow in a manner that should indicate interest but is a little intimidating.

“I mean…”

When I falter, Link picks up the conversation. “Open, honest discussion about everything matters.”

I grew up sheltered, and I’m out of my depth. My parents never argued, at least not in front of me. In our house, things were whispered quietly, not exposed to the daylight.

“Ask your question,” Pax encourages.

He hasn’t stopped rubbing my rear.

“Trust us,” he adds. “You’ve been able to so far.”

Since he’s right, I try. “You do this—that—the kinky stuff with other women?”

“Did,” Link says. “Past tense. You are the only woman in our lives from this day forward.”

“Since that moment at the Rusty Nail,” Pax amends. “Link was obsessed.”

I meet his gaze, and he doesn’t deny his bodyguard’s words.

Instead he tells me, “If you don’t want this to be part of our relationship, we’ll do without.”

Yesterday, I was a virgin. And now I’m talking about kinky things I know next to nothing about. “But… Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Did that spanking hurt?” Pax asks.

“Well…” I’ve already admitted it didn’t. “No.”

“The way we’ve squeezed your nipples?”

I shake my head. In fact, it was delicious.

“Some things can be painful.” As I expect, Link is plainspoken. “But only to enhance pleasure.”

Skeptical, I wrinkle my nose.

“Consent,” Link reasserts. “You can always say no.”

“Most typically, you’ll have a safe word,” Pax explains. “You’re welcome to choose whatever you want, something you won’t say accidentally. To keep it simple, a lot of people choose red for stop immediately and yellow to slow down or maybe a time out if needed to talk about the situation or an emotional need. Things along those lines.”

Since I’m unsure how to respond, I remain silent.

Pax goes on. “That said, we will be watching you at all times. You’ll be our complete focus. We’ll read your reactions, maybe before you’re even aware of them.”

Since no one has ever paid me that kind of attention, my skepticism deepens.

“In turn, you’ll be aware of us on a level you’ve never experienced with anyone else.”

“All of this sounds fantastical. Impossible.”

“Does it?” Link asks.

I remember the lovemaking we’ve already shared and the way they’ve taken such good care of me.

“Always your choice,” he goes on.

I take a shallow breath to steady my nerves. Then I nod.

“We need to hear your consent.”

“Yes.” My voice is so shaky. “I’m willing to try.”

“Safe words?” Pax prompts.

“I’ll go with red and yellow.” Easy enough to remember. I hope.

“In that case…” Pax lands another slap on my ass, this time on the other cheek.

This one stings a little more, but that ache vanishes when he massages it away.

“Ride my cock,” Link commands.

I frown. He’s not inside me.

Reaching to hold apart my buttocks, he leans toward me. When he speaks, his words are soft but undeniably sexy. “Do I need to repeat myself? You might not like the consequences.”

My insides liquify.

Obediently I do as he wants. The friction of his bare, hard dick against my slightly swollen pussy makes me moan.

Link moves me, simulating lovemaking.

Pax alternates between spanking and caressing, each slap sending a small jolt of pain through me, each caress soothing the burn.

I’m lost.

Every part of me responds to them. I grind myself against Link, and my breaths become ragged, desperate gasps.

Pax becomes even more overwhelming, adding tiny pinches to my skin, then my nipples.

They’re holding me apart, and sensations assail me from everywhere, all at the same time.

I lose track of where I am, what’s happening.

All that matters is the swirling light around me and the way my body is on fire, needing release.

Pax squeezes my nipple harder than before, and I tip my head back.

He trails a fingertip down the column of my throat, then across my shoulder and down my spine.

Lazily he continues on, dipping between my ass cheeks.

I freeze.

“Did I say you can stop riding me?” Link’s voice is harsh in a way that spurs me on.

“No!” Immediately I begin to move again.

Not knowing what to expect next is undoing me.

The men are in tune with each other, as if they can communicate without words.

Link holds my buttocks farther apart, and I suddenly know what Pax intends.

He circles the tight ring of muscle, applying a slight pressure that makes me gasp. “Relax, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice soothing. “We won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to relax as Pax squirts some liquid onto his finger, then crouches behind me to gently probe my rear.

Oh God.

With his free hand, he cups my shoulder.

I’m trapped between these powerful, relentless men. The dual nature of their possession is mind boggling.

Pax begins to press into me. “Bear down.”

I’m not sure I can do that.

“It’ll be easier.”

He’s against a tight ring of muscle, and I clench involuntarily.

Sharply he gives me a spank, making me cry out and relax all at once, and he breaches past the barrier.

The initial discomfort vanishes, and he massages my rear.

I’m so full, and a strange pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced washes through me.

Link moves me faster, and I’m griding against him in rhythm with Pax’s movements.

I’m intoxicated… “Oh!”

“That’s it, little dove.”

I arch my back a little so my breasts are against Link’s chest, my nipples abrading his chest.

Desire builds with each movement.

I feel Link and Pax everywhere, and their touch swallows me whole.

“Let go.” Pax’s words are a low growl against my ear.

His words push me over the edge.

I cry out. Then I collapse as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Link holds me tight, supporting me as I ride out the orgasm.

Gently Pax withdraws his finger, and he presses a kiss against the side of my neck as I come down from my climactic high.

Then he’s gone, and Link captures my mouth.

Finally reality returns as Link ends the kiss and Pax presses a warm, damp cloth against my rear.

Beneath me, Link’s cock is still hard as granite.

If this has anything to do with BDSM, I’m intrigued.

“Soon you’ll be taking both of us at the same time.”

“You mean…” I can’t form the words.

“I can’t wait to fuck your ass,” Pax says.

Link adds, “While I fill your pussy.”

Frantically I shake my head. I’m not just flabbergasted by their confidence. There’s absolutely no way both my husbands will fit inside me at the same time. Regardless, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to test the theory…