He saw Manx swallow hard, taking in her character’s unbelievable proportions. He gripped his tattooed cock in his fist, and Saint understood exactly how he felt.
Saint grabbed the red bag and slid it in front of her, nodding in satisfaction when it stood at hip level. Perfect.
“Look at Manx, Ume. See how hungry he is. For you. You like the way he looks at you. Don’t bother to deny it.”
Ume shook her head absently. “I won’t. I mean, I do. I like it.”
“Smart girl. Any other answer and I wouldn’t have done this.” Saint bent her over the bag, the rope giving just enough to allow for the movement.
“Fuck.” Manx’s look of helpless joy was almost comical as he watched her breasts jiggle and sway.
Saint’s teeth would be ground to powder at this rate. Maybe he should have created a breast-reduction stall. A potion. Something she would believe. But then, he’d been enjoying the view too much to even consider it. He knew what Ume really looked like. Thought her body was perfection, just the way it was.
But those breasts she’d given herself were too delicious to resist.
Saint circled her, smiling into her eyes before disappearing behind her again. “Spread your legs, Ume.”
She hesitated, and Saint pounced. He pressed his thigh between hers and opened her legs wide. So wide she lost her footing, and all her weight was balancing on the bag. “That’s it. Oh, that’s beautiful. You okay?”
He heard the quaver in her voice. The excitement she couldn’t quite conceal. “I think so.”
“You think so?” He let his fingertips glide down her back to her tails, which were stiff with expectation. He gripped all three in his hand and tugged lightly.
“Oh! Yes. Yes, I’m okay.”
He smiled, letting her go before taking off his clothes. She was ready.
She couldn’t think. Could hardly breathe. She wanted to scream at them to do something. Anything. Her body was on fire and all they’d done was tie her up and take off her clothes. Ume watched the handsome Manx stroke himself slowly, hypnotically, and heard the distinctive sounds of Sinner undressing.
Sinner. A character from a game. So why was he suddenly the focus of her every thought? She wanted him inside her. She needed him. He was hers. Game or not, delusion or not, it no longer mattered.
She was keyed up, each muscle so tightly wound that the first smack of Sinner’s palm across one cheek of her ass had her arching like a bow. The second made her gasp at the sharp sensation, the heat that followed.
The third, the one he’d sent between her legs, sent an arc of burning heat up her spine, making her arch with the strength of her climax.
“Damn she’s responsive.”
Manx’s words made her laugh, though the sound was mangled by her tears of release. She couldn’t remember ever coming that hard, or that quickly. And never from…something like that. “Responsive? Is that guy code for easy?”
“Maybe.” Manx’s smile was wicked. “But in this case? That’s a good thing, sugar. Believe me.”
She looked over her shoulder at her warrior, marveling at
his body again. She noticed how still he was standing, with his fists clenched, and his eyes closed. “Sinner?”
He stayed silent for so long Manx chimed in. “Still with us?”
“Blindfold her.”
The gruff words shocked her. “No! Wait, I want to see.”
Manx moved to the cabinet, gathering a few bottles and a long, blue swath of silk. “I think you need to go with him on this, Ume. You’ll feel even more. As a kitsune you’ll sense more. And he’ll be able to give you what you need.”
He nodded encouragingly at her disappointed expression and placed the fabric over her eyes.
As soon as the knot was tied behind her head she felt Sinner move in behind her. He pressed his chest against her back and she moaned at the heat of his skin. “You steal my control, Ume. There’s so much I want to do to you, but you come so sweetly for me, so hard and sweet, that it’s all I can do to keep from falling on you like a mad thing.”
She could hear the truth of it. Hear how close he was to the edge in the rasp of his voice. She shivered, amazed at how powerful she felt. Tied up, blindfolded and powerful. “Do it.”