Theirs to Corrupt (Titans Captivated #5)

Epilogue

Five Weeks Later

Tessa

Slowly, aware I’m alone, I open my eyes.

My husbands have let me sleep in, and I appreciate their thoughtfulness.

With a satisfied yawn, I stretch.

Last night, we’d ordered in, and they’d taken turns feeding me while I was blindfolded. Then they’d taken me upstairs to my old room, one that they’ve turned into a dungeon.

I’d suggested we could use the guest cottage for that, but Link insisted that it’s mine to do with as I wish. So I’ve turned it into a bit of a sanctuary, part study space, part feminine retreat. Natalie helped me choose furnishings and bookcases, and we’ve spent the last few Saturday afternoons shopping for items to fill the shelves.

Last weekend, David was out of town, so I invited her to come over, and we watched silly romantic comedies, things our men would never be interested in.

Since she left late, Pax drove her home, and a Hawkeye agent delivered her car to her.

If this is marriage, I’m happy.

When I found out I wasn’t pregnant, I made an appointment to get on birth control, and the three of us decided we’d talk occasionally about when we might want to have kids. For now, I want to enjoy the three of us being a family and finish my education.

I’m considering something in finance as a career, maybe advising other women about their money so they’re not as clueless as I am.

Natalie thinks that’s a great idea. She’s considering real estate, and she wants me to be on her team as a mortgage broker. Every time we’re together, she brings it up.

Our dreams are so different from where we started at the Rusty Nail.

Axel has finally stopped messaging. With my blessing, Pax and Link are following his case, along with the prosecution of Emiliano. But I want nothing to do with any of that.

I fought Link hard for my independence, and it turns out there are things I actually prefer him to handle.

He’s been wonderful, letting me adjust to my new life. But he’s asked if I’m okay serving as his hostess at a party this holiday season.

As long as all I have to do is memorize names and be gracious, I’m fine with it. Though I did negotiate for a spa day at the Uptown Sterling before the evening’s festivities.

If he wants to spoil me, I’ll let him do it on my terms.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee reaches me, finally dragging me out of the warm bed. With another yawn, I pad to the bathroom for my silky robe and knot the belt as I walk down the stairs.

Sunlight is streaming through the large windows, which means it’s later than I originally thought.

I adore weekends because both men adjust their schedules so we have some family time. Though they both generally work on Saturdays, they go in late. But I appreciate them leaving the house because it gives me time to catch up on my studies.

In the kitchen, there’s a box of bagels on the counter, along with a to-go cup from my favorite coffee shop.

Pax must have slipped out early. I smile at the thought of him—this strong, stoic man—braving lines at two stores to make me happy.

Link is dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves turned back oh-so sexily. He’s seated at the island, his laptop open in front of him, and he’s scrolling through what I assume are emails.

He looks up as I enter, and he allows his gaze to meander down my body, reminding me of everything we’d done in our dungeon last night. He smiles, and I blush, looking down.

“Morning, little dove.”

Even now, the way he says that makes my heart flutter.

“Morning.”

“No adverse effects from your spanking?”

“None.” Though when I slide onto my chair, I wince a little. “Well, maybe one or two.”

“Let me look.”

I open my mouth to ask if he’s serious, but he immediately arches an eyebrow in what I now think of as his Dom look.

Without sighing, because that might earn me a reprimand, I slip off my seat, turn my back to him, and lift the hem of my robe as I bend over.

He doesn’t just look; he uses his hands, even parting my buttocks. “Link!”

“You’ve got a couple of tiny marks. I’ll get the arnica.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He flips the robe down. “Did I ask your opinion?”

I hold my sigh until he’s out of the room entirely.

Then, grinning, I pick up my coffee.

The stuff they brew would be fine, especially since they keep hazelnut creamer in the refrigerator for me. But this is a wonderful treat.

When he returns, he tells me to put my hands on the counter, and he massages the cream into a couple of tender spots. “Thank you,” I say when he’s done.

“Self-serving,” he admits, capping the tube.

“Need to make sure I’m ready for tonight and tomorrow?”

“Exactly.” He gives me a long, lazy kiss that makes me hungry for him right now.

When he releases me, I take my seat again, and he returns to his. Then I enjoy another sip of my amazingly strong, sweet drink. If my guess is right, Pax added an extra shot of espresso to my order, and I glance at the printed ticket on it. I’m right. But then I catch the name on the label, Princess Tessa.

Grinning, I hold the cup tight. “Where’s Pax?”

“On a call.” Link closes his laptop to give me his full attention. “What are your plans for the day?”

“After my bath…”

“Smart. I ordered more Epsom salts for you.”

“For who?” I counter, remembering what he’d said about being self-serving.

He grins.

“I’m going to spend the morning studying. I have a test coming up next week. Then I’m meeting Natalie for lunch.”

Link nods. “I’m going to head into the office for a bit.”

Then, no doubt, he’ll hit the treadmill or get some other form of punishing cardio. Assuming he hasn’t already done so.

Just then, Pax enters the kitchen. He’s wearing a fitted black T-shirt and jeans, his muscles bulging slightly as he moves. The man is so delicious, and I can’t believe he’s mine.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He drops a kiss on my forehead.

“I thought maybe you’d changed my name to princess.”

“Fits.”

“Thank you for getting breakfast.”

He shrugs, as if it’s no big deal. “I had a meeting with some of the guys at Hawkeye this morning. I figured I’d pick up some bagels on the way back.”

I look between the two men, grateful for the life we’re building together. “Are we going out to dinner?” It’s becoming a bit of a tradition.

Link glances at Pax before answering. “How about seven? Maestro’s? That should give us all enough time to get our work done.”

I appreciate that he doesn’t always make assumptions. He’s not perfect, but more often than not, he catches himself and tries again. “Sounds perfect.”

As we sit there, the three of us enjoying our breakfast and catching up, I want to pinch myself. This is what my version of happiness looks like. I have a family, people I cherish, men I’d do anything for.

Even though we all have things to do and places to be, we somehow end up back in bed for a quickie that leaves all of us satisfied and anxious to reunite in a few hours.

“No masturbating,” Pax warns before he heads out the door.

I blink. Until now, I hadn’t even considered it.

“If I ask, and you lie, you’ll blush.” He lifts one shoulder. “Dead giveaway.”

Frowning, I protest, “You’re diabolical, Agent Gallagher.”

“I mean it. Keep your hands—and any toys—away from our pussy, or you’ll have a difficult time sitting for a couple of days…”

Because I’m thinking about the night ahead, I struggle to focus on my studying, but I enjoy my time with Natalie immensely.

By six thirty, I’m wearing a dress, and I have on heels.

I’ve taken the time to put my hair up, and I’ve added a necklace and earrings that Link bought for me.

As I walk down the stairs, I see both of my men sitting in the living room, glasses of whiskey in hand. Bonds, no doubt. Only the best for my men.

When they catch sight of me, they stand.

The way they treat me, with such courtesy and respect, always makes me want to swoon.

To think how close I came to losing it all…

“Join us,” Link invites.

When I do, they both kiss me.

“You look exquisite, little dove.”

“So do both of you.” Link is dressed perfectly, as always. Pax has on a suit jacket, but no tie, and his first couple of buttons are unfastened.

Suddenly I’m voting to stay home instead of going to a restaurant.

“We have a surprise for you this evening,” Link adds.

I shake my head. “You’ll turn me into a spoiled brat.”

“If you’re in any danger of that, we’ll give you a much-needed spanking.”

No doubt that’s true.

Pax reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small, metal piece that resembles a teardrop with a base at one end.

Suddenly I realize it’s a butt plug, and I sink onto the couch. No. No, no, no .

“I don’t think we need to explain,” Link teases.

My gaze lands on a small bottle of lube. They can’t mean… “You want…?”

“We do,” Link assures me.

“The less fuss, the better.” Pax’s voice contains a hard, no-nonsense quality. “We’ll give you choices. You can bend over the back of the couch, drape yourself across Link’s knee, or get on all fours on the coffee table.”

Dressed like this? None of the above.

When I clamp my lips, Pax nods. “Over Link’s knee it is.”

Link takes a seat in an armchair.

In moments, I’m off the floor and over Link’s lap. My breath whooshes out of me, and I can’t even protest when the two of them somehow manage to lift my dress and lower my panties, dropping them to my ankles.

“You don’t want to make us late for our reservations,” Link warns.

His thighs are strong beneath me, and he clamps an arm around my waist to hold me solidly in place.

“Kicking will earn you a spanking,” Pax informs me matter-of-factly.

When I test him, he proves his point, making me yelp.

“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks for me, sweetheart.”

I’m drowning in embarrassment.

When I don’t act quickly enough, he gives me a second spank.

“Show us that tight little hole.”

Instinctively I tighten my buttocks.

“Tessa.” A third, much harder spank lands.

We all know I have a safe word, but I don’t use it. I’m not even a little bit tempted.

Moving slow—testing him?—I open myself for him.

“Such a pretty sight. And after we take you tonight, it will no longer be a virgin hole.”

My heart stops.

How do they expect me to make it through the night knowing they plan to fuck my ass? Taking a finger is hard enough.

He lubes the metal and begins to press it in.

They’ve taught me to bear down when they tease me there, and I do so now. Surprising me, it slides in easily enough, but it takes me a moment to adjust to the coldness and the intrusion. “Will it…stay?”

“Unless you push it out,” Pax replies.

“Which would make us both unhappy. And result in us putting it back in you at the restaurant.”

Gasping, I try to lift my head to see if they’re serious.

But I already know they are.

Link helps me to stand, and I pull up my panties and straighten my dress. Having the plug inside me is not awful, just strange.

I squirm and wiggle all the way to the restaurant, and when we’re shown to our favorite table and have champagne in front of us, Pax glances at me. “Sit flat on your ass.”

Until he gives me that instruction, I hadn’t realized I’d been leaning slightly to one side. “But it will go in more.”

Both men flash me wicked grins.

Since I know there will be consequences if I disobey, I reluctantly comply.

“Much better.”

Link’s approval is almost worth the discomfort. Almost.

Throughout the meal, I’m a little lost inside my thoughts.

Over coffee and dessert, Pax’s voice cuts through my fog to capture my attention. “Sorry?”

“I was asking if you played with yourself this afternoon.”

My eyes widen, and I frantically look around to see if anyone overheard us.

“I asked you a question.”

“No, Sir.” God. How did that word slip out in public? “I didn’t.”

“Such a good little dove.” Link all but purrs his approval.

The drive home seems to take a handful of minutes, even though I know that’s not possible. For once, I’d like to delay the inevitable, but every light seems to turn green as we approach.

Pax barely has the car in Park before Link is out and opening my door, offering his hand to assist me. My heart races with each step we take toward the house.

Pax closes the door behind us, and after the alarm is set, the entire space seems supercharged with tension.

“Our bedroom,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Reluctantly, my legs feeling heavy, I lead the way. As I walk up the stairs, I’m acutely aware of their gazes on me, their eyes burning into my back, my hips, my legs. Each step sends a shiver of anticipation mixed with nervousness down my spine.

Once we reach the bedroom, Link takes control. “Stop where you are,” Link instructs.

He continues past me, and when he turns to me, his eyes are dark with a hint of dominance that sends a shiver down my spine. He begins to undress, his movements deliberate and controlled. I watch, mesmerized, as he reveals his toned body, the muscles honed from years of discipline and control.

Behind me, Pax moves closer, his fingers sure as he slides my zipper down. Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, he eases the dress off, letting it pool at my feet. I step out of it, breathless as Pax unhooks my bra and slides my panties down. I’m left standing in just my heels and the jewelry Link had given me.

Link, now naked, comes to stand in front of me. His cock is already hard. He reaches to cup one of my breasts, his thumb brushing over my nipple, making it pebble. “God, little dove. You’re perfect.”

Near me, Pax finishes undressing.

Then the heat and strength of his body presses against my back, and his rigid cock nudges against me.

“Now, little dove...” Link voice is part soothing, part firm. “Bend over, grab your ankles, and spread your legs. Show us that pretty plug.”

With a deep breath, I do as he says, and I grip my ankles tightly. Cool air brushes my exposed pussy and the plug that’s snuggled into my most private place. I’m on display for them, completely vulnerable.

“That’s our good girl,” Link murmurs.

I hear the rustle of his movements, and then his warm hands are on my ass, gently spreading my cheeks apart.

“Such a beautiful sight.”

Pax echoes his sentiment with a low groan. “You have no idea how stunning you look, sweetheart. Seeing you like this, submitting to us… It’s more than we could have ever asked for.”

There’s a gentle pull on the plug, and I gasp as nerves spark to life. Link traces the rim where the cool metal meets my skin, making my knees shake.

“How does it feel?”

“Strange,” I admit. “But…okay.”

In an instant, Pax removes the plug. I gasp at the sudden emptiness, and I tighten my butt cheeks.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

He disappears into the bathroom, and in the distance, water splashes.

Link helps me to stand up, and he trails his touch down my body, finding my clit and circling it lightly.

We haven’t even started, and my body is already on fire.

Pax returns, his cock hard and ready, a bottle of lube in his hand. “I’ll be the first to fuck your tight virgin hole.”

“Bend over for him,” Link tells me as Pax coats his fingers with the lube, then presses one against my tight hole.

Link teases my clit, his touch featherlight and teasing, distracting me.

Pax presses his finger in slowly. It’s a little uncomfortable, but as Link increases the pressure on my clit, I’m filled with an intense pleasure.

“You’re doing so well, little dove,” Link murmurs, never stopping his delicious torment.

Pax adds a second finger, stretching me farther. I gasp, and I latch onto my ankles for support.

Link’s touch becomes more demanding, his fingers moving faster, making sure I can’t focus entirely on what Pax is doing.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Pax says, his voice rough with desire. He adds a third finger, and I whimper.

I’m impossibly full.

“Keep breathing,” Link advises. His touch keeps me grounded, his fingers working their magic.

Pax pulls out, but before I can react, he captures my hips in his firm grip, holding me in place as he presses the head of his cock against my anal whorl.

There’s no way I can do this.

He gives me time to adjust, but his cock feels so different from his fingers: harder, unyielding. There’s no way I can do this.

Link leaves me for a moment. Lost, I cry out.

Water runs again, and when he returns, he has a small vibrator in his hand. He kneels in front of me, his fingers finding my clit once more as he turns on the vibrator and presses it against my pussy.

Waves of arousal wash through me. As Pax surges deeper, taking my ass, my discomfort is overtaken by pleasure.

“Fuck. You feel so good, sweetheart.” Pax groans, his grip on my hips tightening.

“And you look so beautiful, taking him like that,” Link adds, his fingers moving faster, the vibrator pressing harder against me.

“Oh God!”

As Pax begins to move, his thrusts slow and steady, I shout his name.

Sensation after sensation bombards me.

Link doesn’t let up. His touch is relentless, driving me higher, outside myself.

Finally I scream, the world spinning as an orgasm rushes through me.

Pax’s thrusts become faster, harder, his groans filling the room. With a final, deep thrust, he comes, his body shuddering against mine.

As Pax pulls out, Link turns off the vibrator, his fingers gentling, bringing me down slowly. I release my ankles, my body trembling with the aftermath of my orgasm. Link scoops me up, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently.

“You were incredible, little dove,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against mine.

“Let’s shower,” Pax suggests a short time later.

In there, they wash me, tenderly taking care of me.

After they dry me, they help me back to bed.

These men have completely changed my life and given me something perfect in return.

Until them, I had no idea it was even possible to be this happy.

Link makes sweet love to me while I stroke Pax. Shockingly he begins to harden again. How is this even possible?

We make love again, and afterward Link bathes me between the legs. “You know I love you.” Then he pulls me back against him.

Moments later, Pax’s warm, strong body is protecting me from the other side. “You’re ours, sweetheart. Always.”

I’m snuggled between them, my body sated, my heart full. I’ve never felt more loved, more cherished. As we drift off to sleep, I know that this is where I belong.

Forever…