Wounded Kiss (To Be Claimed 1)

“Nod if you understand.” She stares back defiantly although some of her fight has waned.

“We’re your mates. You belong to us and we belong to you.” Dom’s statement means more to me than anything else I’ve ever heard.

She hears, she knows. I know she does from the way her breathing picks up and her chest rises and falls heavily. It’s sinking in and I pray she can feel the pull and how much stronger it’s gotten in only seconds.

“Do you understand what that means? That we’re both your mates and you are our only?”

“Little one, answer Caleb.” Dom’s voice is level, but full of authority. Our stubborn mate continues to ignore the two of us, refusing to nod or attempt to speak. But I know she heard; I know it’s dawning on her. Dom sighs as though he’s not looking forward to what he’s about to do and I watch as he crawls on the bed to wind rope around her knee that’s farthest from me. After he knots it, he pulls it to the edge of the bed, forcing her legs to spread apart. He secures the rope to something under the bed and I can’t help but wonder where he came up with this idea. My dick pulses in agony at the sight of her legs being forced open. She’s completely exposed with no way to hide and I fucking love it.

“You’re my mate, Lizzie. Our mate.” He glances at me and I nod my head while keeping my eyes on Liz. She looks downright pathetic as she struggles against the rope at her knee. I use a little force to bring her other knee up while Dom secures it. I can’t take my eyes off of her pussy. The skimpy lace has shifted from her struggles and she’s partially exposed. My mouth waters at the sight. Dom moves between her legs then gently pets her pussy, and the smell of her desire nearly makes me lose all control. Between fear and lust, a being will cling to lust. It’s just a matter of offering it, and letting them choose it willingly.

“We’re going to relax you, Lizzie,” he says as he rubs his thumb along her clit. I see him press down as he looks back up at Liz to gauge her reaction. “I won’t fuck you until you beg me.” She moans and throws her head back at his touch, making my dick struggle for release in my pants.

“You’ll snap your fingers if it’s too much,” he says, allowing her a safe signal and Liz’s only response is to breathe in deeply. “Do it once for me,” he commands her. When she doesn’t answer, he pauses his ministrations. I nearly repeat his demand, desperate for this to continue, but she looks him dead in the eye and her fingers come together, although there’s no crisp snap. She makes the effort and that’s good enough for him.

I watch as two of his thick fingers slip past the lace material and dip into her heat. His thumb continues to rub circles against her little nub while he strokes the front wall of her pussy, hitting that sweet spot that has her nearly begging for more.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He finger fucks her harder. I groan at the sight of her writhing helplessly at his touch. I lean down and kiss the inside of her knee as a reward for her. I grin as I realize even if she wanted to bash my nose in with her knee, she couldn’t. She can barely move any part of her body. Liz moans and rocks her pussy against Dom’s hand as she gets closer and closer to her release. She’s pulling at her ropes, but this time it’s not to escape.

“Caleb asked you a question, little one.” He stops all of his movements and looks expectantly at her. Her eyes pop open, revealing dilated pupils and she hisses something at him through the shirt.

“Do you know what it means to be our mate?” he asks her calmly.

She nods vigorously. “Good girl.” He starts hammering his fingers into her cunt, adding a third, and leans down to suck her clit into his mouth. Her moans of pleasure fuel my need to be inside her and I struggle to keep my eyes from closing in ecstasy. I don’t want to miss seeing any second of Dom coaxing her orgasm out of her. All I can smell is her arousal and it’s suffocating me. I give in to my need to find my release and stand up, unzipping my pants while watching my gorgeous mate writhe with pleasure.

“I want to fuck you, baby. Tell me I can fuck you.” Although it’s meant to be a command, I’m practically begging as I pant out the words. Even as she’s approaching her climax, she shakes her head, refusing my need for her welcoming heat. I groan out in agony as I climb on the bed. “That’s all right, baby. I understand.” I stroke myself over her and breathe heavily as my spine tingles and my toes go numb. The gag is muffling her sounds too much and I need to hear her just a little more clearly as I race for my own release. I rip the shirt out of her mouth and she screams out in ecstasy, thrashing her head as she comes all over Dom’s fingers. Just the sight of her screaming in pleasure pushes me over the edge.