The Brink (Unbroken Raine Falling 3)

“If you need rope, mate, it’s in the nightstand,” Liam murmured against her weeping folds.

“Good man.” Then Hammer drilled her with a command. “Don’t move.”

Raine held her breath, not even daring to shake her head. Oh, she loved bondage, and they both knew it. That persistent ache behind her clit ramped up again, and she shot him an imploring stare, even as Liam opened his mouth against her and ate at her hungrily once more.

Macen returned in moments with a length of silky white rope. He tied it to the end of his belt, then secured the length to the bedframe and stepped back to admire his handiwork with a self-satisfied smile.

As if she wasn’t in total sensual distress, Hammer settled onto the bed next to her and smoothed his fingers through her hair. She raised her head, silently asking for a kiss.

He skimmed a slow gaze over her face and shook his head. “What else led you to think you weren’t as attractive as Marlie or Gwyneth?”

“Macen…” she whimpered. Stop talking. Let me come.

At her whine, Liam released her clit and pinned her with a warning glare. “Answer him.”

She gave them both a long-suffering sigh. They weren’t going to budge until she talked. “It’s probably stupid…but none of the Doms at Shadows ever seemed interested in me. I know their opinions shouldn’t matter. It’s just…I always figured I must be unattractive since no one even wanted to play with me.”

Hammer’s expression clouded with guilt. “I’m to blame for that. When you first arrived, I declared myself your protector. Everyone respected the fact that an underage girl was off limits. When you turned eighteen…” He grimaced. “I got hit up three times during your party alone. I’m still approached regularly. I refuse everyone. It’s not you.”

His words hit like a slugger’s bat to her psyche. Her jaw dropped. “I had no idea.”

“I concealed the information for a couple of reasons. You needed someone to watch over you, and I didn’t want you mixed up with some player who might screw with your head or bruise your tender heart.”

Like Zak, who’d taken her virginity.

Macen could be an ass, but he was a natural-born defender. In a way, his protectiveness was touching.

He looked uncomfortable. “And…I didn’t think I could stand to watch anyone else touch you. I was selfish, and I’m sorry if hoarding you made you question your worth.”

Liam grinned, rubbing his fingers around her clit again in aimless circles. “Raine, I took you under my wing because you needed it. And because I couldn’t resist you. You’re lovely.”

Their attention now made her feel lovely. She smiled—and maybe even glowed a little.

“Thank you for being honest,” she murmured to Hammer, then turned to Liam. “And for being so kind.”

“Let us show you how beautiful we think you are,” Liam murmured before laying siege to her pussy once more—sucking and licking while penetrating her empty sex with nimble fingers.

Raine cried out in delight and curled her hands around the taut leather belt, holding tight as she endured his stunning assault.

Then Hammer added to her torment, bending to her and laving her nipple. She let out a long moan as he sucked deep and feasted on her heavy breast.

The teasing game they’d played—taking her to the brink of release only to deny her—had stripped her of restraint. Pleasure pelted her from every direction at once. She couldn’t contain or control it. Raine simply hung on for the shuddering breakneck ride.

Liam scraped his teeth over her throbbing clit. With an agonized groan, she fought the rising desire because they hadn’t given her permission to come. Hammer continued the double assault, devouring her lips, her neck, her breasts like a hungry wolf. Together, they forced her headlong toward oblivion. Thrashing between them, Raine moaned and pleaded as they ripped every ounce of pleasure from her.

Aware of Hammer leaning over her, she whispered in hoarse desperation, “Please…Sirs. Please.”

He paused, and she glimpsed pride in his smile—along with a bit of sadistic joy. “You’ve earned this one. Come hard. Give Liam your pleasure.”

Before he’d even finished speaking, the rush of blood and desire burst into a writhing euphoria that sent her soaring. As her sex clenched, a guttural scream tore from her throat. Liam suckled her clit and rubbed at her most sensitive spots with his clever fingers. He drew her pleasure out with precision. It was nothing less than exquisite torture. Cries of rapture tore from her throat as she called their names.

“Fuck,” Hammer cursed as he cupped her face. “You make me want you so damn bad. I’m going to pack your pussy full, precious.”

Even as Liam stroked his tongue gently over her throbbing bud, drawing a lingering sweetness from the climax and easing her down, Hammer’s vow ratcheted her back up again. Shock waves pinged through her body.