Page 37 of Run, Little Rabbit (Blood & Bonds #1)

Chapter Thirty-Three

Echo

“ D o you want to touch?”

Did Max really just say that?

“Yes,” Angel replies softly. I crane my head awkwardly over my shoulder and see the pair of them looking at me. No, not looking.

Staring.

Max looks like he is one step away from devouring me whole, but Angel, he’s caught somewhere between fascination, curiosity and wariness.

“Please,” I whisper. I feel so exposed. So vulnerable. So desperate.

I need them to touch me. I’m so wet, I can practically feel it dripping down my thighs.

“Oh, pet.” Max tuts at me and the grin he throws my way is wicked. “I said to be quiet.”

My heart jumps in my mouth, and a rush of breath escapes me. I instinctively brace myself as I lock eyes with him, waiting for what he’s going to do next. He slowly stands, his movements graceful and predatory, and grabs my knife from the desk.

Fuck, what’s he going to do with that?

He kneels back down, never taking his eyes away from mine, and my heart thuds in my chest. I’m pretty sure I can feel it vibrating beneath me on the desk. In one quick move, he slices through the sides of my thong and pulls it from my legs.

I flinch when the knife clatters on the desk next to me, my sleek little blade catching in the sunshine.

“Open wide,” he commands, his voice sharp, as he scrunches the lacy material into a ball.

My mouth parts before my brain catches up, and Max pushes the lacy fabric against my tongue. Saliva pools in my mouth, and my tongue works against Max’s fingers as he pushes the material deeper towards the back of my throat.

“That’s a good pet,” he coos with his fingers buried in my mouth. He looks feral as he watches me try not to gag. There’s an obsessive glint in his dark eyes as he pushes the thong against my tongue, so hard that I have to fight to stop him ramming it down my throat.

“Not another word now,” he says as he swipes his thumb down my chin, wiping away the spit that’s escaped at the corner of my mouth. “Nod if you understand.”

I try to nod, but it’s more of a stilted jerk of my head with his fingers still buried in my mouth and my arms pinned to my back.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and it’s such a dirty sound that my pussy clenches.

Angel breathes in sharply, and I’m intrigued to know what’s going through his head. Has he ever even seen a pussy before? Is this even turning him on? Or is it because it’s me and Max?

To be honest, I don’t think I even care about the why . I just care about the fucking when at the moment. Like, when is someone going to touch me? Because without their touch, I think I’m going to die.

Max finally pulls his fingers from my mouth, and my tongue relaxes at being given a bit more space. It’s hard to breathe though, and I keep having to take deep inhales through my nose just to stop myself from getting lightheaded.

“Now, where were we?” Max says as he returns to his spot behind me. “No, this won’t do.”

Huh? I crane my neck to look, but before I even get a chance, my feet are kicked apart and my legs splayed even wider so Angel can get a better view.

Another sharp hiss comes from behind me, but I don’t know who it came from.

“It’s so pink,” Angel whispers, sounding completely enthralled. Jesus, why is it so hot that it’s my pussy that’s put that amazement in his voice?

My body jerks as a thumb hits my clit, rubbing slow circles and alternating pressure until my hips are rolling with his touch. It has to be Max, his touch sure and almost arrogant. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to bring me to my knees.

Desire zings along my synapses as I feel my orgasm build.

Yes. There, right fucking—

Max pulls his hand away, and a groan of frustration rips from my chest.

The man laughs, a deep husky rumble that I feel all the way down to my toes, and I swear, when I get the chance, I’m going to edge him until he can’t see straight, until he’s so wound up that he’s going to be nothing more than a begging, crying mess.

“Now you try,” Max says softly.

I just about hear Angel gulp over the thudding sound of my blood rushing around my head.

Angel's touch whispers against my clit and down the length of my pussy, causing me to shiver. It’s soft and exploratory, almost scientific, as he learns his way around my pussy. But he must be watching my reactions because he soon learns what makes me groan or flinch or chase his touch.

I don't know which is worse: Max's steady, arrogant rhythm or Angel's soft exploration. Maybe it’s the combination of both that has my body wound up tighter than a damn spring. All I know is that I need more; I don’t care which, but someone needs to bring me to an orgasm.

“Is this okay?” Angel asks shyly, and I want to scream, yes, yes. I need more!

“Look how wet she is,” Max says as he pushes a finger deep inside me and the sound my pussy makes is obscene.

It fucking squelches.

A pair of groans sound from behind me and I watch as Angel wraps his tongue around Max’s finger.

His eyes widen as he gets his first taste of me and something warm explodes in my chest at the fact that I get to share this first experience with him.

That he chose me to be the one and that he’s enjoying it because it is me makes me feel pretty wonderful, actually.

“I want to do that, too,” Angel says with a quiet enthusiasm, and holy fuck, why is that so adorable?

The first time Angel slides a finger inside me, it’s a little awkward.

“No, relax your hand a little,” Max instructs, and Angel does as he says, softening his finger as he thrusts it in and out.

I catch Angel’s eyes, and they’re filled to the brim with wonder, and I hope he sees the encouragement I’m trying to signal with my own eyes, that and the amount of desperation I feel because I want to cum.

“That’s it; now add another,” Max whispers into Angel’s ear before licking up the length of his ear. It’s only then that I realise that Max has his hand down Angel’s trousers, and he’s pumping the length of Angel’s dick.

Fuck me. That’s a sight.

Angel adds another finger, increasing his thrusts in time with the pace my own hips are setting.

“Now curl them just a little until you can feel some little ridges,” Max says, his mouth buried in the crook of Angel’s neck. I can’t take my eyes off them; they’re so sexy together, so in tune with each other. It’s a massive turn on. I’d be happy just watching those two.

Jeez, I never knew I had a voyeurism kink, but maybe those two bring it out in me.

“I found it,” Angel gasps triumphantly, but it’s followed by a groan as Max speeds up his hand.

“Good boy,” Max says. “Now, can you make her cum before you do?”

There’s a renewed determination in Angel as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me, curling against the spot that makes my knees weak like he’s a fucking expert and not doing this for the first time. Holy fuck, the guy is a quick study.

“That’s it,” Max encourages as Angel continues to pump his fingers in and out. “Look at how her legs tremble.”

They are absolutely fucking trembling. I am so fucking close, my breaths coming so fast because I can’t get air quick enough through my nose, and it’s making my vision turn hazy.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I can’t think.

Can’t breathe.

My orgasm builds in my core, like lightning crackling before the storm.

“Keep going, love,” Max says softly.

“I can feel it,” Angel says with wonder as my pussy squeezes the ever-loving life out of his fingers.

Yes. There.

Oh, God. Yes.

Everything tightens and tenses.

My hands clench, and then my entire body jerks as my orgasm finally hits like a goddamn tsunami. Lightning fires through me, igniting my nerve endings until I’m a quivering mess.

“Holy fuck ,” Angel groans, and I manage to catch the sight of him cumming as I try and catch my breath. His neck tightens as his head is thrown backward, and cum shoots from his cock all over Max’s hand.

My body trembles as I watch Max stroke Angel’s hair through his orgasm, petting him and murmuring words of praise as he comes down from his high.

They stand together, and Max pulls him in for the filthiest kiss I think I’ve ever witnessed. It’s all tongue and teeth, and Max dominates Angel, almost bending him in two as he plunges his tongue deep into Angel’s mouth.

Once I’m confident my legs aren’t going to buckle when I stand up, I start to peel myself up from Max’s desk.

A hand slams between my shoulder blades, forcing me back down onto the wooden surface.

“I didn’t say you could move, pet.”

I shudder at the threat in Max’s tone. That deep commanding edge setting my core on fire.

Again .

How is it possible to be this turned on again so soon after cumming as hard as I just did?

A sharp sting lances across my scalp as Max wraps my braids around his hand. He pulls until my neck is curved backwards and my shoulders lift off the desk. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, but when Max leans over me and swipes his tongue up the length of my neck, I forget to care.

He nips the sensitive spot beneath my ear and rubs his erection into my ass.

“It’s my turn now, pet,” he growls, and he sounds absolutely menacing.

I shiver in anticipation, my pulse skyrocketing again as the sound of a zipper lowering rips through the air louder than it should.

My breaths are frantic and shallow, and that haziness returns as I try to breathe around that fucking thong. I want to spit it out, but I also don’t want to disappoint Max.

Max doesn’t give me any warning. He slams into me, bottoming out in one brutal thrust that has tears brimming in my eyes.

He also doesn’t let me adjust. He pounds into me, his pace fast and so close to the wrong side of being violent, that every thrust almost hurts a little too much.

But he must be watching me for cues because it’s never more than I can handle.

Never more painful than pleasurable, and I am here for it.