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CHAPTER 19

brIAR

W hen we barge through the door, Bastian kicks it closed before whirling around. He lets me slide down his body before pressing me up against the hard surface. I let out a small squeak of surprise, which he quiets by slanting his mouth over mine. He shoves a leg between my thighs.

His kiss is soft and sweet but with an undertone of dominance. While his tongue gently slips into my mouth and his lips delicately press against mine, he tangles his hand in my hair to keep my head right where he wants it, not letting me move an inch.

By the time he pulls away, I’m panting and needy. I try to grind down on his leg, but he pins my hips in place with his to keep me still. My eyes jump up to his in surprise, finding his intense gaze already on mine.

“How certain are you that you’re healed all the way?” Bastian’s voice is strained, and he looks like he’s trying to hold himself back.

“Positive.” I reach between us to hike up my shirt so he can see the pale scar, all that’s left of Ryker’s and Anson’s attempts to kill me. I’ve occasionally felt a dull twinge in my abdomen today, but the pain is pretty much gone at this point.

Bastian traces gentle fingers over the silvery line. He closes his eyes as his face twists in a grimace before he shakes himself out of it. Pinning me with his emerald gaze, Bastian rasps, “I want you, pretty girl, so fucking bad. Are you up for it?”

“Absolutely,” I respond, probably a little too fast.

His lips twitch up in a pleased smile. “You’ll let me know if anything I’m doing hurts, right?” He waits for my nod before continuing. “You feel like trying something new, sweet girl?”

“Yeah.” I find myself agreeing before I really have a chance to think it through. But this is Bastian, and I know I’ll like whatever he does to me.

Flashing me a heart-stopping smile filled with pure joy, Bastian asks, “You trust me?”

Blowing out a breath, I give him a jerky nod. I do trust him and my other mates more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. After everything Patrick did, trust doesn’t come easily to me anymore. But the Wyldharts and Saint have more than earned my trust.

“I’ll be right back, then.” He pulls me away from the door and slips out into the hall before I have a chance to say anything.

I’m still standing there confused when Bastian comes back less than a minute later. My eyes widen when I see he has a bunch of dark green fabric in his hands. When I can tear my gaze away from what I’m pretty sure are restraints, I find him patiently waiting for me to look at him.

“What are those for?” I whisper.

He reaches out his free hand to brush a strand of my raven hair off my forehead. “They’re for tying you up. It won’t hurt, and I’ll untie you the second you ask. But if it’s too much for you, we don’t have to do this.”

My mouth goes dry at the thought of being tied up. I feel like I should be more afraid than I am. While there’s a hint of fear, mostly just excitement races through me. I’ve never been tied up before, and I’ve always wondered what it would be like.

When Bastian starts nervously shifting from foot to foot, I realize I haven’t said anything. “I wanna try.” My voice is breathy and quiet. By the grin stretching across his face, he has no problem hearing me, though.

Placing his free hand on my back, he guides me toward the bed. He drops the emerald fabric, the color almost matching his eyes, on the comforter before turning back to me. Tunneling a hand into my hair, Bastian pulls me in for another kiss, this one harder and more desperate than the last.

All I can do is take what he wants to give me. I get lost in the all-consuming kiss. Without taking his lips off mine, Bastian shoves a hand under my top to palm one of my breasts. He squeezes hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth before rolling my nipple between his fingers. Repeating the motion on the other side, he reluctantly pulls away.

Letting go of my hair, he slips his other hand under my sweatshirt and pulls it over my head. I raise my arms up to help him. He lets my top fall to the floor as his hungry gaze roams over my lacy blue bra and bare skin above my pants. With a flick of his fingers, he deftly undoes my bra before that, too, flutters to the floor.

I reflexively cross my arms over my chest to cover myself.

“No,” Bastian growls as he pries my arms apart, holding one in each hand. “Let me look.”

My eyebrows rise in surprise at how demanding my normally calm and easygoing mate is, but I don’t protest.

Not releasing my wrists, Bastian leans down to wrap his mouth around my nipple. He lashes the sensitive peak with his tongue before biting down. I yelp in surprise. Then I moan as the pain morphs into a sharp pleasure.

He chuckles, the deep sound vibrating through me, before he drops to his knees in front of me. Making quick work of the rest of my clothes, it’s not long before I’m completely naked. Still in his tee and sweats, Bastian stares at me for a beat before standing up.

“On the bed,” he orders in a rough voice.

I hesitate for a second. Bastian cocks an eyebrow at me but doesn’t say anything as he waits for me to do what he wants. Still unused to this side of him, I climb onto the bed without a word. Unsure what to do next, I turn around and startle when I almost bump into him.

Sometime after I got on the bed, Bastian stripped down to his black boxer briefs and hopped in after me. I greedily drink in the sight of his rock-hard abs, defined pecs, and the hint of his adonis belt before it disappears into his waistband. Reaching out my hand, I gently trace the tattoo of a wolf wrapped in wolfsbane on his chest.

He lets me look for a moment, smirking the whole time. When I drag my gaze up to his, Bastian spins me around to face the headboard. Pulling my arms behind my back, he runs one hand lightly up and down them while he reaches for something behind us.

When I feel a soft, silky fabric brush against my skin, I realize he’s planning to tie me up like this. My heart beats a little harder as he loops the cloth around my wrists, my arms still outstretched. I shiver when his fingers brush against my bare skin as he crisscrosses the material over and over.

As Bastian slowly binds my arms together, I feel a strange sense of calm, along with heat pooling in my core. My tightly bunched muscles relax as I sink into the feeling of peace from giving up control. There’s nothing I’m supposed to, or really can, do right now, which is a refreshing change from what feels like constant problems I have to solve.

I don’t know how long Bastian spends tying me up, but I startle when I feel his warm breath feathering over my ear. “How are you doin’, pretty girl?” he rasps as he molds himself to my back. His erection digs into the top of my ass, and my eyes widen at how big he feels.

I have to swallow a few times before I can make my voice work. “I’m good. I feel weirdly… floaty, I guess? But in a good way, if that makes any sense.” I’m pretty sure I’m not making any sense because all my brain power is focused on how good he feels against me and the growing ache between my thighs.

Bastian hums against my neck. “You make sense, sweet girl. It’s a pretty common feeling with being tied up. It can help you relax, oddly enough. Are you okay with me fucking you like this?”

“Yeah. Do I need a, uh, safe word?” My cheeks flame at the question. Why asking about a safe word embarrasses me more than being naked and bound, I have no clue. Of the million and one things wrong with me, though, it’s not really high on my list to address.

“We can if it makes you more comfortable. I generally prefer just stopping if you say so, but I’m open to trying something new.” He rubs his palms over my shoulders and down my sides teasingly. The contact has me arching into him, desperate for him to touch me where I really need him.

“Just ‘stop’ is good,” I tell him distractedly as his hands trail lower down my stomach, just inches away from where I want him. It makes it hard to focus.

Letting out a satisfied chuckle, Bastian presses on my back until I fall forward onto the mattress. Without my arms to catch me, I land on my shoulders, the soft surface cushioning my landing. I manage to turn my head in time not to face-plant, which is a surprising amount of coordination I didn’t know I was capable of.

Before I have much time to wonder what I’m supposed to do now, I feel Bastian’s tongue on my clit. I jerk in surprise at the unexpected sensation, not able to see what he’s doing. After a few licks, Bastian shoves two fingers in me. I cry out at the intrusion, the sting from stretching around him heightening my pleasure.

It doesn’t take long before my orgasm barrels into me, the pleasure sweeping over me and causing stars to explode behind my lids. I gasp out his name as I clench around his fingers. He keeps thrusting and licking as I ride my climax out and doesn’t stop until I whimper from the overstimulation.

Withdrawing his hand, Bastian replaces it with the head of his cock. I groan as he slowly starts pushing into me. He thrusts in inch by inch, his pace excruciatingly slow. Shoving my ass back, I try to force him to up his pace, but his almost-bruising grip on my hips stops me.

He drapes himself over me and stays right where he is, not moving another inch. His voice is gruff against my neck when he says, “You’re not the one in control here. Every time you try to set the pace, I’ll stop. So, all you can do is relax and feel, sweet girl, and trust me to make it good for you.”

I want to growl in frustration, but instead, I give him a small nod. As he said, there’s not really anything I can do right now when I’m tied up and impaled on his dick.

Waiting until I go limp under him, Bastian straightens and resumes his tortuously slow pace. We both groan when he’s finally all the way in. “Oh, fuck,” he pants. “You feel even better than I imagined. Jesus, pretty girl, you’re practically strangling my cock.”

I don’t get the chance to say anything because he pulls back and slams all the way into me, robbing me of my ability to respond coherently. He bottoms out with each thrust, and I’m on the verge of coming embarrassingly fast.

Snaking his hand underneath me, Bastian rubs my clit. I let out a moan as my orgasm builds. Distantly, I hear the door open before what sounds like Xander muttering, “Fuck.”

“Twinnie, what a surprise.” Bastian’s voice is strained, but he keeps thrusting. I freeze when I realize Xander’s in the room, watching his brother pound into me. My climax slips away as I try to twist around to see him. The way Bastian’s tied me up prevents me from moving much, though.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Xander demands.

“Our beautiful mate. What does it look like I’m doing?” Bastian retorts, his tone dripping with sarcasm. I can’t help my quiet snort at his reply.

“Yeah, I gathered that. I’m not strong enough for this,” Xander groans before I hear his footsteps on the wood floors. A moment later, he walks over to me and crouches down so he can look at my face. “Is my twin taking care of you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” I whisper, feeling super weird having a conversation with Xander while I’m on his twin’s dick.

“I bet we could make her feel even better together,” Bastian chimes in. My eyes widen in surprise before heat courses through me at the thought. I’ve never taken more than one guy at once, but I’m intrigued by the prospect.

Xander’s gaze flicks up to Bastian before he focuses back on me, heat darkening his emerald gaze. “You want that, Briar? Feeling both of us at the same time?”

I’m nodding before I have a chance to think it through. “What, uh, what would that look like?”

“You could take Xander in your mouth. Or you could take him here.” Bastian strokes between my ass cheeks, and I jolt at the sensation as arousal snakes up my spine. “Mm, you like that idea, don’t you? I can feel you clenching down on my cock when I touch you there.”

I bite my lip uncertainly before I admit, “I’ve never done it before.” I’ve always wondered what it would feel like, but I’ve never trusted anyone enough to try it. But the thought of having Xander in my ass and Bastian in my pussy at the same time turns me on so much that I feel like I’m going to combust.

Xander reaches out to stroke my face with his thumb. “That’s okay, sweetheart. If you want that, I’ll be gentle and ease you into it. But it’s up to you.”

Blowing out a breath because I already know my answer, even if I’m a little scared, I give him a nod. Xander rewards me with a half smile. He stands up and begins unbuttoning his crisp white dress shirt to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his bare chest.

While Xander’s undressing, Bastian begins to untie my arms. His knuckles skim against my flushed skin, causing me to gasp. When he has the last knot untied, he rubs up and down my limbs for a moment.

He then moves around the bed until he’s in front of me. Stretching out on the bed, Bastian crooks his fingers for me to come over. Once I’m close enough, he lifts me up by my hips and sets me down straddling him.

Positioning his cock at my entrance with one hand, he uses his other to force me down on him. I moan at how good the new angle feels and try to move on him. With his grip on my hip, he keeps me in place before threading a hand through my hair and pulling me down for a hard kiss.

While I’m getting lost in Bastian’s mouth on mine, I feel something cold drip between my cheeks. I jerk in surprise, but Bastian keeps me right where I am. When I feel Xander’s finger start to press inside my ass, I instinctively tense up.

Xander pauses. “You have to relax and let me in, sweetheart. Otherwise, this won’t work.”

Tearing my lips away from Bastian, I bury my head in his shoulder as I try to force my muscles to relax. It must work because Xander resumes slowly pushing into me. It’s hard to remember how to breathe when I feel so full from just a single finger.

But as I focus on my breathing, the burning pain slowly fades until I feel a pleasure more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. By the time he adds a second one and then a third, I’m trying to push back to take him deeper.

Chuckling at my eagerness, Xander pumps his fingers into me a few more times before he withdraws completely. I let out an embarrassing whine at the loss of him, but I only have to wait a beat until I feel the head of his dick at my entrance and his hands digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks.

As he slowly starts entering my ass, I do my best not to tense up at the flash of pain. When he’s fully inside, I let out a whimper at how full I feel. It feels like the two of them are going to split me in half.

Xander stills, giving me time to get used to him. “How are you doing?”

“So full,” I pant.

“Too much?” Bastian rumbles from beneath me.

I mutely shake my head because, if anything, it’s starting to be not enough. I need them to start moving. Pushing my ass back against Xander, we both groan at how good it feels. He takes the hint and slowly withdraws before thrusting into my ass harder than before. Bastian starts driving into me, too. He syncs his movements with Xander so that I’m always filled by one of them. My fingers curl in the sheets as all I can do is desperately try to hold on as they use my body.

As our sweat-slicked bodies move as one, it’s not long before I’m close to coming. But I need one thing to push me over the edge. “Bite me,” I demand. Both of them stop moving, and I groan in frustration as my climax slips just out of reach again.

They don’t say anything for a long moment, and I start to regret mentioning anything.

Before I can take it back, Bastian exhales raggedly. “I feel like I should be trying to talk you out of bonding in the heat of the moment, but, fuck, do I wanna bite your pretty little shoulder and add my mark to Kai’s. Are you gonna be the voice of reason, twinnie?”

“Fuck no. I’m not going to talk Briar out of her probably poor life decision to bond with me. I want it too much. Just… are you sure, sweetheart?” His voice is so hesitant, like he can’t believe that I’d truly want to mate with him. My heart aches for him.

I shake my head. “It’s not a bad life decision, Xander, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Taking me at my word, they resume mercilessly thrusting into me. Bastian lowers his face to my shoulder at the same time as I feel Xander’s teeth dig into my other side. As one, they bite down. I scream as my orgasm hits me full force. My vision goes hazy as wave after wave of pleasure sweeps over me and I clench down on their cocks. The sensation is so intense that I worry I’ll never surface again.

What feels like an eternity later, I can finally pry my lids open to see Bastian with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He’s still pounding into me, as is Xander. Like last time, my wolf takes control temporarily, and I clamp my teeth around Bastian’s shoulder. His eyes open in surprise before he slams me down on his dick and comes in me with a shout. The bond snaps into place as soon as I lift my head to look at him.

Reaching back for Xander, I grab the only body part I really can and bring his hand up to my mouth. I bite down hard on the inside of his wrist and taste his coppery blood as I complete the bond with him. His thrusts stutter before he finishes in my ass with a groan. Warm cum spills out as he works himself in and out of me a few more times before stilling.

All three of us are breathing heavily as we come down from our orgasms. Bastian and Xander somehow coordinate well enough to roll us so we’re on our sides with both of them still in me.

When we’re settled with Xander spooning me and Bastian cuddled up against me from the front, Xander leans down to rasp, “I haven’t gotten the chance to tell you yet, but I love you, Briar. So goddamn much it hurts. You’re everything I needed but never let myself want. You’ve helped me see things in a few months that I struggled to see clearly for almost fifteen years. You never gave up on me, even when I really fucking deserved it, and it only made me love you more. I know we didn’t get off to a great start, but I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that you made the right choice.”

I let out an exhausted chuckle. “I love you, too, Xander. And you don’t have to prove anything to me. I already know I made the right choice, and I wouldn’t trade our type of love for anything. You can be prickly on the outside, but underneath it all, you are one of the most devoted, loving, sweet, and caring men that I’ve ever met. I’ll never give up on you as long as I’m still breathing. Promise.”

Xander cups my face and tilts it back until he can press a sweet kiss to my lips that I get lost in. After a long moment, he lets me go and resumes spooning me. I start to drift off between two of my mates.

My last thought before sleep pulls me under is that I’m willing to do whatever is needed to make sure my mates and I get the happily ever after that seems so out of reach right now. I refuse to roll over and let the Knights and Ryker take that away from me too.