Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

“Come here and I’ll take your shirt off,” Severin commanded, getting up from the chair.

Rodrigo took off his gloves and washed his hands, then prepped the piercing station.

“I don’t need help taking off my shirt,” she objected, even though she went to Severin readily enough.

“I didn’t say you needed help, I said I was going to do it.”

She opened her mouth, probably to protest, but he cocked a brow and she shut it again.

“Does it have to be all the way off?” she groused.

“Of course.” He tugged off her shirt, and lost his train of thought as he caught sight of the creamy swell of her breasts against her lacy black bra. Bra. Shit. He’d set himself up to unhook her bra too. No sense in pretending he knew what he was doing. “Turn.”

She did as she was told, and he unclasped the bra, glad he’d decided not to pretend he could do it without looking. Fumbling that much in front of Rodrigo, who could probably unhook a bra with his mind, was far too humiliating.

The lacy confection of an undergarment slowly slid down her arms, and she held the cups of it in place shyly. Between the gesture, the mottled red blush, the submissive duck of her head, and the subtle flirtation in her gaze, Severin’s mouth went dry.

“Sit her on your lap, Sev. I can tell she’s going to give us a hard time.”

A hard time? Oh, he was already hard.

Severin sat and drew the girl into his lap. She sat cautiously, as though his dick might explode. It wasn’t out of the question.

“Am I too heavy, Mister Leduc?” Her voice had gone low and husky.

“Not at all, Miss Korsgaard.” He wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her more firmly against him. The smooth warmth of her naked back against his bare chest was heady. It was difficult not to imagine them in this position with less clothing. Heat from her pussy radiated through the fabric of her jeans. Maybe she was nervous, but she was also aroused. “Let me help you with this.”

He slid the bra straps further down her slender arms, then pulled the garment out of her grip, smiling as she made a small, plaintive sound. Even with her sitting on his lap, from over her shoulder he still had a perfect view of her pert, rosy-tipped breasts. Her nipples had peaked, and grew harder as he drew her hair behind her shoulders. He planted a kiss on her neck, over the bite mark she probably didn’t even know was there, and she shuddered, squirming in his lap.

As she watched Rodrigo collect the supplies he needed, she continued to wriggle in his lap, until Severin held her more firmly. Her skin was so incredibly soft, and the warmth of having her pressed against him was killing him. Part of him wanted to shove her away – to stop her body from touching his at so many points, but her skin was sensual silk against his own, and he never wanted to let her go.

Severin let his hands drift to her belly, then followed the smoothness upward to her perfect, unmarred breasts. His hands cupped her there, replacing her bra, and her taut nipples lured him into plucking them between his fingers.

She moaned then whimpered as he pinched harder, deliberately hurting before starting to tease, stroking and brushing, then hurting her again. Now she squirmed against him, needy, her breathing harsh, making him a slave to the rolling of her hips, the rubbing of her ass against his jeans-covered erection.

Rodrigo watched for a moment, his gaze hazed with arousal, then moved closer as he put on a fresh pair of gloves. “Spread her legs over yours.” He smiled evilly. “I need room to work.”

Severin pulled her legs apart, draping them over his own.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

“You’re fucking killing me, Miss Korsgaard,” Severin said in her ear. “Be a good girl now so that Rodrigo can clean the area with disinfectant.” He moved his hand lower, cupping the underside of her breast and holding it for Ro. His gaze met his friend’s. Ro’s dark eyes were filled with lust, but Severin couldn’t blame him. She was so fucking perfect for men like them – soft and sensual, craving pain just as they craved inflicting it.

Rodrigo did his best to keep the stroke of the disinfecting pad professional, but Severin felt the girl stiffen and shift from the contact.

“Hold her still.”

“Her safeword is tattoo, in case it comes up,” Severin informed him. “Don’t move, Miss Korsgaard. This is going to hurt like a bitch.”

The whimper she gave them as Rodrigo opened the sterile needle with exaggerated slowness made both men groan.

“You’re really not making this easy on us,” Severin complained.

“It was your idea, and you’re both teasing me on purpose!” she complained.

Severin chuckled evilly in her ear, the quiver of fear arcing from her small body almost enough to make him come in his damn jeans.

“No matter how bad this hurts, don’t you fucking move,” Rodrigo growled.