Page 66 of Upon Blooded Lips (Vengeance #1)

ERIC

A fter a sumptuous meal under palm trees covered in fairy lights, where we ate and drank too much while regaling each other with stories, Nate tosses our new wife over his shoulder and takes my hand, dragging us back to the house while The Duke heads to her hotel.

Warmth spreads through, almost high on the emotions of the day, along with a few too many glasses of champagne.

I don’t know how Nate managed all this without spilling the beans, and I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day.

But by the way my husband is ushering us toward the house at breakneck speed, I’m betting the night isn’t over just yet.

We bound up the stairs and throw open the door on the right. The room is empty except for a king-sized bed and a chair with a wand vibrator attached to a hole in the seat. Soft restraints cling to the chair’s arms and legs, perfectly positioned to keep her open and vulnerable to us.

“Put me down, oaf,” Tessa grumbles into Nate’s shoulder.

“Put me down, husband .”

“You’re not the boss of me.” A chuckle rumbles in my chest. He sets her on her feet, and she sways, tucking a strand behind her ear before spotting the chair. “What the fuck is that?”

“Your punishment.”

Tessa shakes her head and takes a step back. “For what? What did I do?”

I glide around the room, coming up behind her and gripping her hips to hold her steady while Nate stalks toward her. “Do you remember what I said to you in the pool?”

“You said a lot of things in the pool.”

Ooh, bratty. My brother’s been far too lenient with her, always promising retribution but never following through. Our wife’s about to learn what happens when you press him too far.

“I told you I made a promise to Eric that I’d always protect him, even from you.”

And he’s kept it ever since, even when it came at his expense, even when he was too young to do more than throw himself in front of our father.

He’s always been the one constant, the one I could lean on, confide in, and trust. And now he’s my husband.

I keep rolling that word over, the sound of it making my chest swell.

Tessa squirms, but I swat her ass, and she stills.

I draw her dress up, inch by inch, revealing her long, tanned legs, lacy thong, and the balcony bra barely concealing her heaving breasts.

I slide it over her head and drop it to the floor before divesting her of her underwear.

My cock aches with need, the desire to take both of them so strong I have to fight against it.

“I apologized already,” she says, her gaze locked on what must look like a torture device.

“I know. But do you know what that did to him?”

My mouth finds the base of her neck, and I run my lips up the column until I reach her ear. “Seeing you flee from me like I was one of your monsters broke my heart. You believing we could do that to you nearly destroyed me.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you. The minute Colton captured me in the warehouse, I realized how stupid I had been. I promise I’ve learned my lesson.”

He shakes his head, letting out a low chuckle.

“If it was just that, I’d let it go. But your actions put the only two people on this planet I care about in danger.

I don’t know how David discovered the warehouse, but he wouldn’t have found you in the kill room if you’d stayed there and talked it out. And for that, you have to be punished.”

Her shoulders fall, and a part of me feels sorry for her. But it’s not like Nate’s going to take a whip to her or anything. She won’t die from orgasm overload. And when it’s over, we’ll make her feel better.

I lead her over to the chair, and Nate kneels before her, using the restraints to attach her wrists and ankles to it. Her spread legs put her perfect pussy on display, moisture glistening down her labia. It proves how much she wants us despite her weak protests.

“Safe word?” I check.

She heaves a sigh. “Beetlejuice.”

“Good girl.”

Goosebumps explode across her arms, her nipples hardening.

Nate adjusts the wand before rising with a smirk on his face.

He slides a small remote from his pocket and switches it on.

She gasps. I slide the flowers from her hair, one by one, letting them flutter to the floor as I unclip her long hair and spread it out around her shoulders.

“You look like a goddess,” I breathe, backing away to stand beside Nate. She narrows her eyes before dropping her head back, a low moan spilling from her when he turns up the speed.

“How many orgasms?” he asks me, arching a brow.

“Mmm … three?”

“I don’t think that’s enough. Five, at least.”

Tessa’s head snaps up. “Five?” she shrieks. “I can’t. Fuck, fuck.” Her body trembles, her toes clenching as the first one robs her of speech.

“Beautiful,” Nate murmurs. He steps behind me and runs his hands down my sides. “Watch our wife while I make you come.”

I bite my lip while he unbuttons my pants and draws them down. He grips my cock, giving it a squeeze before sliding his hand up and down it.

“See the way her pupils dilate? The way her tongue darts out to wet her lips?” he whispers in my ear, pinching my cockhead and making me whimper.

“And that sweet, juicy pussy just begging us to take it? We’re going to do it together, split her open on our cocks and fill her with our cum until she’s begging us to stop. ”

“Fuck.”

“But I’m going to make you come first, baby brother.

” He speeds up, his grip tight, just how I like it.

I press my ass into him, his hard length straining against his pants.

“Our wife’s watching us.” His free hand glides up my chest, those inked fingers wrapping around my neck.

“Come for her. For me. Paint my hand with your cum while she shatters with her second orgasm.”

“Jesus,” Tessa hisses, her ass rising from the chair, nipples like pebbles.

Nate bites down on my ear, tightens his grip around my neck, and presses his cock against my ass. “Now, husband.”

Tessa cries out, and my nerves light up, pleasure building and expanding until I explode. Nate holds me tight, still stroking me but lighter now, until I collapse against him.

“Such a fucking good boy,” he growls low.

I inhale a sharp breath when he sucks the skin at the base of my neck into his mouth, drawing at it until he leaves a mark behind.

He chuckles when my knees threaten to give out and moves me so my back’s against the wall.

He pops his fingers into his mouth, licking my cum from them with a deep groan.

“You’re so damn hot,” I say, leaning forward to touch my lips to his. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, my release bursting over my tastebuds.

Tessa lets out another wail, rocking the chair hard enough that she falls backward.

Nate and I rush to her side, picking up the chair and repositioning it.

Tears glimmer on her cheeks, and she sucks in quick breaths, her body trembling above the wand.

“Pl-please. I can’t take any more. I-I promise I’ll never run again. ”

Nate and I exchange glances, and I give him a nod. I forgave her the moment I saw her in the warehouse bound and gagged, and I doubt she’ll do anything so reckless again. Plus, it’s our wedding night. We don’t want her too exhausted. Yet.

Nate strips his clothes off and lies in the middle of the bed while I unstrap Tessa, murmuring nonsense as she gets to her feet. Her knees buckle beneath her, and I scoop her up and carry her to the bed before tearing my clothes off and joining them.

“Is she wet enough for us?” Nate asks. He reaches under the pillow and withdraws a bottle of lube.

“I can speak for myself,” she grumbles into his armpit from her position beside him. “And wet enough for what? Haven’t you wrecked me enough already?”

I slide my hand up her leg and open her up.

Goddamn, she’s gorgeous. Swollen and pink and so fucking wet.

My tongue glides through her and circles her clit, and she hisses when I suck it into my mouth.

She tries to push me away, but she tastes too fucking sweet to stop.

When her legs tense, I reluctantly pull back, denying her another orgasm.

The next one she has will be all over our cocks.

Nate covers his length with lube and hands me the tube.

I squeeze the thick gel over my fingers and swipe it around her labia and entrance, pushing inside to add extra lubrication to her already slick cunt.

After coating myself, I lift Tessa on top of our husband, helping position her so she’s lying on her back.

He slides inside her, an inch at a time, until he’s fully seated.

He wraps his arms around hers and uses his thighs to spread her open.

My throat tightens at the sight of his huge cock buried deep inside her, already stretching her wide.

I crawl between their legs and suck Nate’s balls into my mouth.

“Get up here,” he growls. “I fucking need you in here with me.”

Tessa’s eyes fly wide. “Wait, what? There’s no way the two of you are going to fit.” She rocks against Nate’s hold, but he’s as immovable as a mountain.

“Are you safe wording?” I ask before kissing up her belly to her luscious tits.

She sucks in a breath and moans when I bite down on her nipple. “N-no. Just be gentle, okay? I’m still sensitive from the vibrator.”

I hum an agreement and slide down her body, notching my cock at her entrance. “Take a deep breath, angel.” Her chest rises, her eyes scrunching closed, body tensing with apprehension. My thumb swipes over her sensitive clit until she relaxes and lets out an adorable whimper.

“Fuck,” I mutter and force my way inside her, sliding in alongside Nate. Sweat dots my brow as I rein myself back, not wanting to hurt her. My hips rock back and forth, each tiny thrust getting me farther in.

“Jesus Christ. It’s so fucking tight I can feel your veins,” Nate says. He tightens his hold on her arms when I bottom out, those impressive muscles flexing in a way that drives me mad. He grins up at me, and I return it before we both slide out and back in.

“Oh god, yes,” Tessa hisses, her lips parting and pupils dilating.

“I fucking love this greedy little cunt. Look how well it takes both your husbands’ cocks. You’re fucking perfect for us.”

I lean down and slam my lips over hers. Our gazes lock before I break away and do the same with Nate, crushing Tessa between us.

Our cocks slide together, slick with Tessa’s releases and the lube.

The feeling is indescribable—hot, wet, tight, like nothing I’ve felt before.

Tingles of pleasure shoot up my spine, making my hips stutter.

“My brother’s about to come,” Nate murmurs in Tessa’s ear.

“He’s going to fill you up with his cum until it drips down your thighs.

Do you know what I’ll do then?” Tessa shakes her head.

“I’m going to fuck it back into you. Hard.

Fast. Until you scream our names. Until I paint your womb with my release. ”

His dirty talk does it for me, and with one last hard thrust, I come so hard it makes little black spots dance in my vision. I withdraw with a hiss and collapse on the bed beside them, throwing an arm over my eyes. “Fuck, that was intense.”

Nate chuckles and pulls out, flips Tessa over so she’s on her back, and slams back into her.

The muscles in his back and shoulders ripple as he drives into her so forcefully she has to wrap herself around him and hold on for dear life.

“I’m not stopping until you come on my cock.

So if you want to walk tomorrow, I suggest you hurry. ”

Tessa gives him a mock glare. “May I suggest a library?”

Nate’s brows lower, but he doesn’t slow his relentless pace. “For what?”

“I’m sure they have self-help books about making women come. Maybe you should check one out.”

I clap a hand over my mouth and pretend to cough to cover up my laugh. One day, her mouth’s going to get her in trouble.

Nate withdraws and flips her for a second time, arranging her on her hands and knees before thrusting back inside her. One large hand holds her hip while the other slides around her front and toys with her clit. “Shut up and take my cock like the good little brat you are.”

A smile tugs at my lips. I crawl around them, landing on my knees in front of her. “Maybe this bratty mouth needs something to occupy it.” I wrap my hand around her chin, and her eyes sparkle when she meets my gaze. “While you’re bratting for Nate, you can be a good girl for me and clean me up.”

“Yes, husband,” she replies, and opens her mouth.

I feed her my half-hard cock, still sensitive from my orgasms but already interested in more. I doubt I can come again, but her mouth feels like heaven, and I need to keep it busy before she gets herself in trouble.

My eyes shutter closed when her tongue works my shaft. I twine my hands in her hair, holding her tight while I slide in and out of her, moving farther back with each pass. Nate comes with a roar with Tessa following seconds later, almost choking on me as her body trembles with her release.

I’m the luckiest bastard on the planet.