Into the Lair (Falcon Mercenary Group #2)(59)

“Hell,” Ian muttered. “Give me a minute to recover before you make those kinds of sounds.”

She snuggled a little closer to Braden even as her hands went out, seeking Ian’s body. “Give me an hour and we’ll do it again,” she said as a huge, contented yawn split her lips.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Katie came awake as her legs were spread and one long finger rimmed her anus. Her eyes widened as she processed that she was flat on her belly, her ass splayed open to seeking fingers.

Cool gel contrasted with the spark of heat and edge of pain when another finger pushed bluntly at the tight ring.

“Don’t tense,” Braden murmured next to her ear.

She turned her head to see him lying beside her, which meant Ian’s fingers were the ones inside her.

“Relax, let him in.”

“How is your stomach?” Ian asked from behind her.

“What stomach?” she asked as she tried to squeeze breath into her lungs.

Braden chuckled. And then his hand smoothed over her back, warm and sensual.

“We’re going to f**k your ass, Katie. Did Paulo ever do that?”

Slowly she nodded.

“And did you enjoy it?”

She nodded again.

“We won’t be gentle,” he said silkily. “It’ll probably hurt.”

Her shoulders shook as a spasm overtook her. She had to close her eyes and breathe deep through her nose.

Ian pressed a third finger, stretching her until her ass twitched in pain.

“And you’ll lay here helpless while we f**k your ass,” Braden continued. “First Ian. Then me.”

She whimpered as Ian worked his fingers back and forth.

“How much hurt can you take, Katie? How rough do you want it?” Ian growled.

“Hard,” she whispered. “I want it hard.”

Both men sucked in their breath.

Braden yanked her arms above her head and quickly tied them to the headboard. She jerked her head up in surprise, blinking when she saw her wrists bound. She couldn’t be in a more helpless position. On her belly, unable to move.

Braden left her side and disappeared from her vision. Hands gripped her ankles and spread her wider. Oh God.

The heat of a body, male flesh, covered her back. A huge cock, blunt and pressing, striving to gain entry into her body. There was no easing, no gentle wooing. He thrust forward, opening her wide.

She screamed hoarsely, her head rearing back as her entire ass caught fire. Pain. Wonderful, excruciating pleasure. Oh God, it hurt. She’d never felt anything more exquisite.

She panted and curled her fingers into her palms, tugging at the bindings around her wrist.

Ian didn’t give her any time to recover. He planted his hands on either side of her waist and pulled back before slamming his hips against her ass again.

Her vision blurred. The headboard swam in front of her and she squeezed her eyes shut to try and prolong the sensation, the burn. She grabbed it and held on, not wanting to let go, fearing the sharp edge would subside as her body stretched to accommodate Ian’s size.

He withdrew, easing out as her body clutched greedily at him. She released him with a small sigh. He paused just a moment before ruthlessly opening her again.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” she panted.

He hunched down over her and began riding her, his hips undulating and slapping against her ass over and over. Braden’s hand tangled in her hair, pulling her sharply back until her gaze found his.

His eyes glittered with lust as he watched her, as he forced her to watch him. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her, his teeth sinking into her lip. She bit him back, taking him every bit as hard as he took her. Their kiss was no loving meeting of mouths. It was a battle, fierce and ungiving.

“I’m next, Katie,” he breathed against her mouth. “I won’t be as gentle.”

She closed her eyes and moaned. Anticipation flickered like flame to dry wood. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she taunted in a hoarse voice.

He yanked her head back and stared at her with glittering eyes. “You’ll beg for mercy.”

“I don’t beg.”

And the challenge was laid.

He let go of her head, and she slumped forward as Ian slammed into her again. Her orgasm lurked, building, each burst of pain and raw pleasure sending her ever closer. But she wouldn’t go. Not without the right stimulation. And it was killing her. She couldn’t last like this, and they both damn well knew it.

Ian leaned down, his body covering hers, his weight blanketing her. His teeth sank into her shoulder as his body trembled with his release. She writhed, needing her own release, but Braden merely laughed softly as he left her side.

Just as she squirmed in protest of Ian’s weight pressing her wound into the bed, he propped himself up with his hands and eased out of her body.

She moaned and lay there limply, trying to collect herself, to steel herself for Braden’s assault. She was a fool to think she could. He was on her, fast and furious, his hands spreading her as his c**k found its target.

No, he wasn’t as gentle as Ian, and Ian hadn’t been a bit easy. Braden ripped into her and never gave her a moment to react. He knew what she needed, maybe even better than she did. He knew she wanted even more than she thought she could take.

His thumbs spread her cheeks impossibly wide and with each thrust, he pulled completely out only to ram inside again. It was torture. She dangled so precariously close to her orgasm, but something held her back. If they would only touch her. Her br**sts, her clit, anything.