Page 32 of A Bond in Blood (Blood Bound Duet #1)

Chapter 32

S ounds of the party echoed behind us while we all shoved the hidden door open, stumbling into the bedroom. I released their wrists, and turned toward them, my chest rising with nerves.

Olen’s hand gripped mine and I met Ulrich’s eyes.

How were we doing this once more? How was I considering this after I’d just watched the two men before me brutally beat and banish a man?

Ulrich’s eyes were hot while we held our gazes. My body became tight the longer he stared. He was turning me to liquid where I stood, using his power to win this battle.

He approached, forcing me to press against Olen’s chest. His right hand wrapped his arms around me in response.

“Gods, princess,” Olen whispered in my ear. “Here we are again.”

The desire in his voice shook my knees. I moaned, leaning into him, closing my eyes from the maddening heat of his body against mine.

Ulrich’s hand brushed my jaw. “What do you want?”

My eyes fluttered open and I met his gaze. It was full of hunger like each time we found ourselves falling into our lust.

“Both of you,” I whispered.

“Like before?” Olen muttered into my ear, stroking a hand across the neckline of my soul-colored gown.

I kept my eyes on Ulrich, biting my lip.

He grinned. “She’s too shy to ask.”

Olen laughed while he pressed himself into my backside. A moan left my lips from the heat of his erection pushing against the fabric of my gown.

“We will be gentle,” Olen whispered.

“She prefers rough,” Ulrich replied.

My irritation rose at the knowing in his words, but he shook his head.

“Don’t deny it. You and I both know the truth.”

Ulrich ran his hand over my jaw, brushing his finger across my lips. “Tell us what you want.”

I couldn’t utter the words. Not out loud with them both listening intently. I glanced at Olen then pulled away, reaching on my toes to whisper in Ulrich’s ear.

The king’s eyes went wide with a feral heat. He smiled before turning on his heel and leaving me and Olen standing together while he crossed the room.

“Where is he going?” Olen asked.

I kept my eyes on the king, watching him pull the plush chair by the window back to the bed. When he was before us again, Olen’s hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me against him once more.

“He likes to watch,” I whispered.

“Thank the Gods for you, princess,” Olen whispered, kissing my neck.

Ulrich motioned to the bed, a quiet order for me and Olen to follow. They both went to sit, but I held up my hands.

“I am still clothed.”

The words unlocked both of their restraints.

Four hands gripped my body. Two at my chest and two around my waist, pulling at my clothing. Their lips kissed my neck while they tugged at my gown. Ripping it from my body.

“That was expensive,” Ulrich hissed when Olen threw the scraps to the ground.

Olen laughed. “I think Brenna can forgive us for ruining her birthday present.”

My chest went tight with the words, and I met both of their eyes. They stared back at me, heat burning in their gazes.

“This gift may be better,” I whispered.

Ulrich’s eyes grew wide, and he moved them down my body, taking all of me in.

“Fuck,” Ulrich muttered. “I will never tire of that sight.”

Olen was on me first, his lips claiming my own while his hands rose. His fingers pulled at the ribbons of my mask, loosening it from its tight fit against my face. Slowly, he pulled it away from me, tossing it to the ground.

My legs began to tremble as his fingers moved to my hair, pulling the pins and releasing the locks to allow them to brush my back. He moved to my neck, brushing my collarbone until his hands were both cupping a breast.

“Gods,” he groaned, leaning down and taking one into his mouth.

My moan was quiet, a whimper of pleasure and my head went back, landing on Ulrich’s chest as he approached me from behind.

I reached up, running my palm over the king’s shoulder while Olen continued his teasing.

Ulrich grasped my hand, holding it tightly, saying not one word.

“Oh,” I cried when Olen bit down on my nipple and pulled softly.

“Do not call for your Gods, tonight,” Ulrich whispered into my ear while his hand rose and caressed my other breast. “They are banned from this sacred ceremony.”

“Fuck the Gods,” I moaned at his words.

“That’s it,” he laughed, placing a kiss behind my ear.

Olen laughed against my skin, and I lifted my head, watching him lower to his knees. I jolted when his breath hovered over me.

“Ulrich has had a taste,” Olen smiled at me. “I believe I get one too.”

“Oh my—”

My words were cut off when Ulrich’s finger went into my mouth, shocking me with the force of it.

“Ssh,” he whispered.

His hands cupped the back of my thighs, and he lifted me into the air, positioning me before Olen.

“Perfect,” Olen whispered as his mouth claimed me.

I threw my head against Ulrich’s neck, crying out while Olen’s tongue worked on me. His movements were different from Ulrich’s. Not better. But his own techniques, pulling that low pressure from within me. Rising my need for more to the surface.

Ulrich’s hands on my thighs gripped me tighter.

“Does his mouth feel good on your clit?” he muttered, biting my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed out.

“Would you like to learn what his cock is like, Brenna?”

I was lost in ecstasy, unable to find a way to respond to his brazen words.

Olen’s mouth sucked on me while his tongue moved up and down. I jolted when his fingers entered me, moving slowly, not giving me enough of what my body desired.

“Ask for it,” Ulrich whispered. “Beg for it.”

My hands shook, but I could not force the words out.

“Beg for it, Brenna,” Ulrich repeated. “ You are in control .”

That damned word. He used it with precision.

“I want it.” I groaned. “Gods, please I want it.”

Olen stood claiming my mouth against his. The taste of me on his tongue was intoxicating. He pulled away, smiling at me while his fingers moved back to me, entering me slowly.

Ulrich held me closer, his hands gripping my thighs and I was sure he was going to carry me to the bed when suddenly he and Olen were kissing.

I jumped in his hands, staring in shock.

When they pulled away, Olen grinned at me. “You mixed with him is the best taste I’ve come across.”

“Fucking Gods,” I breathed out.

“If you say that word again,” Ulrich whispered, “we will fuck you so hard you will lose the ability to speak.”

My mouth slammed shut and he carried me to the bed, setting me down while he placed himself on his chair.

I trembled in my spot, watching Olen undress before me. His muscled body was on full display as his clothes hit the ground, and I bit my lip.

“What do you want?” Ulrich asked from his seat.

“Control,” I replied, dropping to my knees.

Olen’s eyes went wide when my mouth wrapped around him. One hand went to the back of my head while the other gripped Ulrich’s shoulder.

I moved my lips against him, holding my fingers at his base while I worked.

“Fuck,” Olen groaned, thrusting his hips, forcing his cock down my throat.

I smiled around him, triumphant in his pleasure. When I pulled away, I met Ulrich’s eyes. He was unmoving. His gaze widened. His cock was rigid, pressing against his trousers.

I moved to him, my hands running across the fabric keeping him from me.

“You haven’t let me do this yet,” I muttered.

He said nothing.

“I have dreamt about it,” I continued. “Of your taste. Gods, have I thought about it.”

Ulrich’s eyes snapped to Olen, and I yelled out when the right hand rushed behind me, lifting my hips.

“You were warned,” Olen laughed, slapping my bare skin.

My eyes went wide, and I met Ulrich’s wild smile. His hand ran along my jaw.

“You want this?” he asked.

I turned my gaze to the prize I was determined to claim, wanting the pulse of him in my hands and mouth.

I nodded.

“Open your legs for him,” Ulrich demanded.

I did as he told me, and Olen lifted my hips higher letting out a groan when I was exposed to him.

“Fuck her,” Ulrich demanded, not pulling his eyes from me.

My body went tight at the sound of Olen slipping on a sheath, but I held onto Ulrich’s gaze. Determined to win this battle.

Olen’s hands returned to my body, lifting my hips into the air in his monstrously, strong arms.

“Scream for him,” Ulrich said as his eyes flared.

I nodded.

Olen slammed into me with Ulrich’s order, and I screamed out, gripping Ulrich’s thighs.

“Oh Gods,” I cried, then my eyes wide as the word left my lips.

Both men laughed and Olen picked up his pace. Slamming into me until I could no longer focus on my desire to have Ulrich in my mouth.

My head went limp against Ulrich’s thigh while Olen continued thrusting. The pleasure was so much I could barely breathe. I could only hold onto Ulrich with all my might, terrified I would fall into oblivion.

Then, Olen was pulling away, only he wasn’t done. His hands wrapped around my waist, lifting while he settled on to the bed.

He spread me again, just like he had the first time we’d allowed ourselves this sin and Ulrich’s eyes went dark.

Olen’s hand went to my neck, grasping softly. “He likes to watch, Brenna. Do you know what that means?”

I shook my head while my body trembled.

“He wants to watch me fill you,” Olen licked my neck. “He wants to watch you come around my cock. He will not give you what you want until he gets what he wants.”

I stared at Ulrich while Olen’s fingers went to my clit. The king watched, his eyes moving along with Olen’s circling. Like he was trapped in a spell.

“Fuck me,” I whispered to Olen. “More.”

Olen lifted me up and Ulrich’s chest rose slower.

“Fill me,” I said loudly, holding the king’s gaze.

Olen’s hip went upward while he held me by my thighs, lifting me up and down on him. Giving Ulrich the perfect view of us joining together.

“Touch yourself,” Ulrich said breathlessly.

One hand went to a breast and the other went lower, running along my most sensitive spot. I jolted at my own touch while Olen’s hip thrusted into me.

“Fuck,” I cried.

Ulrich smiled.

“More.”

Olen went faster, his groans now right behind my ear. My legs shook on him while I continued touching, helping my body enjoy the man inside of me and the man watching it all.

My fingers went faster, without my control, while Olen picked up his pace.

“Come for me,” Ulrich said.

The demand—Gods, I could not deny it if I had wanted.

My legs spasmed in Olen’s hands and my head went back against his chest while I released around him.

He bit down on my neck as I trembled in his hands. By the way his body shook beneath me, I was sure he was finding his own release along with my own.

My body could barely move when a hand ran along my jaw again and I found an unclothed Ulrich before me.

“Open your mouth.”

Olen shifted slightly, moving us closer to the floor with him still deep inside of me, providing a better angle to access the man before me. I did as I was told and to my shock, Olen resumed his thrusting.

My eyes went to Ulrich and my hands rose, wrapping around him. Relishing in my conquest.

I claimed my prize, wrapping my lips around him.

They both moaned as I did. Ulrich’s hand went to my head, and he pushed down my throat while Olen thrusted up into me.

Tears came from my eyes the faster Ulrich moved his hips. But I did not want either of them to stop.

Ulrich pulled away, brushing his finger over my lips.

“There is one thing we enjoy,” he whispered. “But only if you want it.”

Olen stopped his thrusting.

My chest rose slowly, and Ulrich’s hand cupped my flesh.

“Both of us,” Ulrich whispered.

At first I did not understand. I had them both already. I blinked at him, unable to respond when Olen thrusted softly in response.

“ Both of us,” Ulrich repeated.

My eyes went wide, and I pulled my hand from him, holding it against my chest.

“I’ve never…”

Olen kissed my neck. “You are not required to.”

“Control,” Ulrich muttered. “We will force nothing.”

Olen continued his soft thrusts while his hand held my thigh.

I closed my eyes for just a moment before nodding.

Once.

Just as they did.

Ulrich lifted me from Olen softly. He helped me to my feet, spinning me around to watch his right hand crawl up the bed slowly.

“How?” I asked nervously.

“However you’d like,” Ulrich replied, holding me close against him.

“Where?”

He laughed. “There are two choices.” His hand gripped my backside.

I spun around, my mouth open in shock. “I will not do that .”

“That’s a damned shame,” Olen laughed from the bed.

“Then there’s the second choice.” Ulrich brushed my cheek. “It is my favorite anyway.”

His hand went to the front of me, brushing my sensitive flesh softly. “Both of us,” he whispered.

“Will it hurt?”

“We will stop if it does.”

For some damned reason, I trusted him. I trusted both of them. Not questioning that I was safe in their arms. That no harm would come to me at that moment.

Even though they both had caused me harm already.

Ulrich spun me to face Olen again while he retrieved his own sheath.

Olen motioned to me with his finger, calling me to him.

I followed, crawling up the bed and straddling over him. Not lowering but teasing him just enough.

He sat up, gripping my face.

“You are a rare woman indeed,” he whispered.

I trembled at his words, shaking further when Ulrich’s weight shifted the mattress. I moved, twisting to look at Ulrich. He smiled at me, running his hand down my back. Pausing, as he always did, at the scars on my back.

“Olen, switch with me,” Ulrich whispered.

Olen offered me a wink and lifted me away. Ulrich laid in his spot, motioning me to him.

I straddled him, like I had Olen, and paused for a moment with panic rising in my chest.

“We can stop,” he said quietly.

“No.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to.”

I lowered onto him, gripping his inked skin until I was fully seated.

“Fuck,” Olen groaned behind me.

Ulrich grinned and lifted his hips, thrusting into me. I leaned forward while his hands gripped my backside, giving Olen a clear view of him and me.

“Fuck,” Olen groaned again.

Ulrich kissed my neck.

“I cannot,” he thrusted again, and I cried out, “explain what it is like to watch that.”

He thrusted again.

“The beauty of watching you get filled and fucked.”

I lifted my head, staring into the eyes behind his skeletal mask.

“You are perfect,” he muttered, claiming my lips like he had on the throne.

My hands gripped his chest while he moved his hips, pounding into me, making me lose myself. When I could no longer stand it, I laid my head against his chest while he continued, wondering when Olen would join us. Wanting to experience something that should have terrified me to the core.

“Just say when,” Olen said, slapping my backside as Ulrich thrusted into me again.

“Yes,” I cried out. “Please.”

“Such manners,” Ulrich smiled.

His movements stopped and he gripped my chin, pulling my face to his.

“You need to tell us if this is too much,” he said softly.

I nodded.

“No, I am serious.”

“I know,” I replied. “I will.”

Olen approached and Ulrich shifted slightly with me still seated on him, giving Olen more room.

I laid back again, keeping my cheek on Ulrich’s chest, gripping his shoulder while Olen slowly slipped into me alongside his king.

I bit down on Ulrich’s chest from the pressure of them both together.

“Are you alright?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes.”

Ulrich stayed unmoving while Olen began to thrust softly. The sensation was so much. Too much and not enough all at once. Tight at first, but then pure ecstasy within moments of Olen’s movements starting.

“More,” I begged, gripping Ulrich’s shoulder.

Olen’s hands pulled my arms from Ulrich, holding them at the base of my lower back. Lifting me so my breasts were bared to the king.

“You want more?” Ulrich said, his eyes burning with passion.

“Please,” I cried. “Please.”

Olen kept his grip on me, his hands restraining my arms, and together they moved. In sync. In mind-numbing thrusts that took the breath from my lungs.

I could not find the air to let out my screams of pleasure the faster they moved together. My mind wandered, allowing myself to realize they were rubbing against each other inside of me, their bodies touching.

Gods, I could barely stand it.

Olen’s grip went tighter while his moans grew louder and soon Ulrich followed. Their hips went faster, forcing more screams from my lips with the sharp inhale that I took.

“Fuck,” Ulrich cried out, thrusting upward while Olen’s hips did the same.

I jolted with the pressure of them both fully inside of me as they shook below and behind me.

It was a prize feeling them both lose themselves in their release, and knowing my body had brought that for them.

Olen let out a sigh, pulling away first while I remained on Ulrich’s chest. Ulrich’s hands ran down my body.

“Brenna?” he asked.

I could not move.

“Princess?” Olen whispered.

I sat up, staring at them both.

“That was amazing,” I muttered while my cheeks warmed.

Olen grinned, leaning forward and kissing me. His hands ran down my body, stopping at my belly.

“You’re not done,” Ulrich said, pulling me from the kiss.

Olen gripped me, forcing me to lay between them both. They each grabbed an arm, splaying me out while their bodies laid on my limbs, holding me in place.

“Scream for us,” Ulrich whispered while his fingers entered me.

“Let go,” Olen added, circling my clit.

I jolted, trying to fight the pressure they were forcing me to release.

“I have already—” My protest stopped when Ulrich began to curl his fingers up.

“You are not done,” he whispered.

My head went against the pillow as they worked. Both of them let out moans of appreciation while they played with my body. Putting me completely at their mercy.

Forcing me to scream out with my orgasm.

It was as maddening as before. Consuming my mind and soul.

My body shook, violently, causing the bed to tremble while my legs convulsed with my release. Each time I thought I was done, a wave came over me, drowning me in pleasure and ecstasy. My body happily accepting their insistence for me to lose myself.

To let go.

When I could no longer move, they both pulled from me. Each offering my neck a kiss on either side. Ulrich’s arm pulled me onto his chest while Olen’s body lifted from the bed. His footsteps retreated to the bathing room and water turned on before I finally met Ulrich’s eyes again.

He stared back while his hand ran down my back.

“I think you’re going to destroy me, Brenna,” he whispered. “No—I’m certain you will.”

I did not know what he meant, I only knew he likely was not wrong. Because I was already destroyed and claimed by him.

I was fully at his mercy.