Theirs to Corrupt (Titans Captivated #5)

Chapter 27

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Tessa

“How about a nightcap?” Link suggests.

I’m tired, but I’m still a little wound up. So much has happened today, and the sex we just shared was so amazing that I’m not quite ready to go to sleep. “Sounds good,” I respond as I snuggle back into my robe.

“Champagne, wine, something else?” Pax offers

“Surprise me.”

“Whiskey, boss?”

Link nods.

Pax walks into the bedroom, and when he returns, he’s wearing slacks and nothing else. There’s an easy intimacy between us now that I find unusual but nice.

I honestly don’t remember the last time I was this happy.

While Pax is at the bar area, Link goes into the bedroom, and I curl up on the couch.

Pax is methodical as he pours the alcohol. Then he drops ice into another glass, opens a bottle, then the refrigerator.

Link strides back into the living room wearing a pair of black lounge pants. And obviously no underwear. For a moment, I can’t help but stare.

When he catches me, he grins.

Blushing, I lower my head and look away.

Without a word, he goes and gets the glasses from the bar area. Then Pax carries a drink to me.

“What is it?”

“Chocolate liqueur and cream.”

With cocoa powder on the top and some shaved chocolate.

“The alcohol may make you drowsy, and the milk should help you stay asleep.”

Thoughtful. “Sounds good. Thank you,” I say as I accept the cocktail.

“We need to be sure you get your rest.”

“I see.” Grinning, I swirl the ingredients together. “Who are you most concerned about? Me or yourselves?”

“Yes,” Link replies, making me laugh.

The men drop into armchairs that are near each other. Both of them look like they are kings on their respective thrones.

A week ago, I couldn’t have imagined that I’d be so comfortable with them that I’d look forward to spending this kind of time together.

“What do you think?” Pax asks, leaning forward to pick up his whiskey.

I take a small sample. “Delicious.” My new favorite thing. “Feel free to make me one anytime. Every evening, for example.” I smile. Already I’m feeling spoiled, and I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t admit I like it as much as I enjoy our lovemaking, and even the spanking.

Heat races through me. It’s because of the liqueur I tell myself. Nothing more.

“And how is everything else?” he asks.

I look at him. Has he read my mind?

“The spanking,” he prompts.

He has read my mind. How is that possible?

“We told you we’d be watching you.”

Still a little uncomfortable to be talking about this, especially since we’re not in an intimate scene, I change positions. “Nothing like I might have expected.”

“You didn’t use a slow word or a safe word,” Link says.

I shake my head.

“Awful?” Pax suggests. “Something you’d prefer not to do again?”

When I don’t respond, he offers, “Just okay? Take it or leave it? Intriguing? Wonderful?”

I shift once more.

He flicks a glance toward Link. “I think she liked it.”

“Did you, little dove?”

The experience was somewhere between intriguing and wonderful. Then again, everything I’ve done with them has been thrilling.

“Want to try another spanking?” Pax asks.

Every cell in my body heats and responds.

“You’re free to say no,” he goes on. “But if you’d like to explore a little more, stand up and take off your robe.”

Movements a little awkward, I set down my glass and slowly stand, very much aware of how focused they are on me.

Since my fingers suddenly don’t seem to want to work properly, I need two tries to get the belt loosened.

While Link holds his drink contemplatively, Pax slides his onto the coffee table.

“Stand in front of me,” he says, voice soft but tone uncompromising.

My heart roars in my ears.

“Stop there.”

Though I’m confused because I’m a few feet away from him, I do as he says.

In complete silence, he studies me, and I’m so captivated by him that I can’t look away.

Deliberately he glances at the floor.

Understanding, I kneel, like I had for Link.

“Lower your head a little.”

Feeling awkward, I focus my gaze on the floor in front of me.

An interminable amount of time passes, ratcheting up my tension with each passing moment.

“Breathe. Long, slow, deep breaths.”

His voice is mesmerizing.

Audibly, he breathes aloud. Seconds later, I follow his pattern. Surprising me, I begin to relax.

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

His approval feeds a part of me that I hadn’t realized was needy.

For maybe two full minutes, he leads me.

Not being able to see what’s going on around me is kind of a mind-fuck, but then I forget about anything except the moment.

I’m more emotionally grounded than I’ve been in months. Maybe since before I fled my childhood home or even before that, when my parents had died in that horrific crash.

Pax leaves me where I am for long moments before softly saying my name.

Startled, I look up.

“So perfect. Now stand and come to me.”

A wave of nervous anticipation washes over me as I do as he says.

He offers his hand and guides me into place over his lap. His legs are muscular, powerful, beneath my body.

With a firm hand on my waist, he adjusts my position.

“Tell me your safe word,” he prompts.

“Red,” I whisper.

“And to have me slow down or because you’re uncomfortable or may need to talk?”

“Yellow.”

“Very good.”

Until recently, I had no idea how much their approval meant to me.

He glides a hand over my exposed skin, heightening my senses, igniting a yearning.

Pax spreads his legs a few inches, and I wiggle, trying to get more comfortable.

Not that such a thing is possible.

Then he raises one knee, jostling me forward. Desperately I touch my fingers to the floor so I don’t topple off him. But one of his hands is clamped around my waist, and on some level I know he will never allow me to fall.

His touch is gentle as he soothes my bare buttocks, his fingers tracing idle patterns.

“Remember to communicate with me.”

When I don’t respond, he prompts me again. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, Pax.”

Gently his palm connects with my rear, an intoxicating combination of sting and warmth. I gasp.

“I want you to count for me.”

Why?

“Tessa?”

Wishing I could read his expression, I finally manage, “One.”

“Such a good girl.” He rewards me with a gentle caress, soothing the place he just lightly spanked.

Then he does it again.

My head swims. “Two.”

With every tap, Pax builds a rhythm. As he continues, he begins to increase the force a little, almost unnoticeably, and he continues to mix the slight pain with a healing touch.

As I count, I’m pulled deeper in a sensual haze where nothing exists except the moment.

When I reach ten, he pauses, running his fingers down my spine.

I draw in as deep a breath as possible given my position.

“You’re handling this beautifully, sweetheart.”

I close my eyes as his words go through me.

“Do you want to continue?”

I consider how to answer. My mind is swirling from the experience, and I’m trying to process what’s happening, my emotions, the undeniable acknowledgment of my trust in them and their sensual dominance over me.

“Yes,” I finally whisper. I’m curious, and I don’t want this to end.

“My pleasure.”

This time, his spank is a tiny bit harder. “Eleven,” I somehow manage.

All of a sudden Link is crouched next to me. “Spread your legs more.”

Since I take my time responding, Pax bounces his knees, and Link parts my thighs.

Pax goes on, his next slap sending a rush of warmth through me, leaving me teetering between discomfort and ecstasy.

“Twelve.”

Link eases his hand up the inside of one of my thighs and continues until he reaches the apex.

“So fucking wet, little dove.”

Even his words arouse me more.

Pax clamps my waist harder, holding me prisoner while Link explores my pussy.

Desperately I squirm against Pax’s lap, wordlessly pleading with them to continue.

“Tell us. Ask for what you want,” Link commands.

He slides a finger inside me, angling it to find a spot so amazing and sensitive that I gulp in air and lift my head.

“Like that?”

Oh God. “Yes.”

He presses a fingertip against me and Pax spanks me again. The tiny shocks send me soaring.

“What number was that?”

As if I have any idea.

“Tessa?” he prompts.

“Lost count.”

“Thirteen.”

“Okay.” I nod. No matter what he had said, I would have agreed.

“How many more?”

“I… Just keep going?” How long should it last? Am I supposed to say something specific?

Then I lose my train of thought as Link slides two fingers in and out of me, taking time to tease my clit as he does.

Pax continues. Between his stinging spanks and Link’s demands, I barely remember to count.

I’m helpless, instinctively lifting my hips while trying to grind myself against the heel of Link’s hand.

“Twenty?” I guess after Pax’s hand lands once again.

“Close.”

He goes on and on while Link continues to be relentless, blurring my reality.

“Remember to breathe.” Pax’s voice is calm, a lifeline of sorts. Maybe that’s a good thing because I’m so close to being untethered.

An orgasm unfurls demandingly. “I— I can’t—” Suddenly everything is too much. My breathing quickens, and I can feel the wave of awakening cresting high, ready to crash.

“Come for us, little dove.”

Link finger-fucks me faster, and my world spins.

At the same time, Pax stops spanking me. Instead he rubs away the aching burn he caused.

Frantically I jerk my hips and arch my back, needing, taking.

Then I scream as I lose control.

“Such an obedient little dove.”

Link eases from inside me, then he places his fingers against my lips.

“Dry them for me.”

Can I refuse these men anything?

I open my mouth and suck the saltiness from them.

“Good girl.” His praise is laced with gruffness.

Pax gives me another hard spank. Yelping, I kick my legs.

Since he’s so much bigger and stronger, that doesn’t even seem to faze him, and he helps me to stand while dizzying aftershocks make me sway.

Pax clamps his hands on my waist, holding me steady. Then Link scoops me into his arms.

“We’ll let you rest,” he says as he strides toward his bedroom.

Really?

“For a little while.”

That’s more what I expected from him.

Pax follows us into the bedroom.

While we were out for the evening, the resort staff had turned down the bedding, and Pax pulls it back a little more so that Link can place me directly in the middle of the mattress.

Each man joins me, one on either side.

“You did amazing,” Pax tells me.

I look up at him. There’s a blaze of pure, primal power in his green eyes.

“Are you okay?” Brushing back a strand of hair from my forehead, he studies my features.

“Yes.” More than okay.

“You’d do it again?” Link asks.

“It was…amazing,” I admit, to myself as much as to them.

“That’s a yes?” he presses.

I nod. Every time I’m with them, I experience something new. And I can’t wait to discover more.

From the living room, my phone chimes, and I sit up.

“Leave it,” Link says.

“It’s late,” Pax agrees. “Check in the morning.”

For a moment, I consider their opinions, and then I remember the evening that Natalie had called after the break-in.

I don’t get a lot of calls, and since it’s already after midnight, the text might be important. “I’ll be right back.”

Instead of trying to climb over either man, I crawl to the end of the bed.

After scooping up a discarded shirt from the edge of the mattress, I slip it on as I make my way to the living room.

Still naked, Pax is right behind me.

I dig my phone from the bottom of my purse and check the display. “Axel.” I look at Pax.

With a scowl, he extends his hand. “Give that to me.”

“The hell?” Link demands. Then he scowls at me. “How the fuck did he get your phone number?”

I have no idea.

Turning my back to them, I unlock the message.