Chelsea Landon’s running scared. When a detour through the hometown she abandoned ends in an accident, she finds safety with EMT twins Braden and Micah Chandler. But, to be in their arms, she must succumb to dark desires she’s barely aware of before proving to them she’s the submissive they crave.
Braden has loved Chelsea forever. When she crashes back into his life, sticking around isn’t the only thing he will demand. He expects full submission in exchange for the erotic pleasures he will give her. But her past and the demons chasing her won’t make that easy to get.
Micah’s feelings for Chelsea are as strong as Braden’s. So are his desires. But sometimes love hurts rather than heals. They are too dominant for her. Still, they will protect her at all costs. When trouble follows, the vixen is unleashed, and resistance starts to slip, it might be them in need of rescue.
Chelsea moaned, her breath hitching as something satiny soft and blissfully warm swiped lightly over her clit. The sensation tingled down as the same something glided between her pussy lips with a mirroring featherlike caress before delving inside her channel. Her hips bucked, her eyes flying open as the object probed deep, slithered along the walls of her cunt, and drew back.
Braden’s lazy drawl drifted to her on a gentle breeze of mounting sensuality. She lifted her head off the pillow to find her legs draped over his broad shoulders. His hands were beneath her, gripping her ass, and a devilish grin spread his lips glistening with the moisture of her pussy.
She blinked at him, mortification slamming into her as every ounce of sleepiness morphed into lucid reality. “What are you doing?”
“Having—” She started to repeat his answer inanely but broke off when she attempted to move her arms and realized she couldn’t. She turned her head and saw he had bound her wrists with the leather straps attached to his headboard. Identical straps were fastened to her ankles at the ends of what appeared to be leather ropes that provided more slack than the wrist restraints. Slack Braden had tightened by placing her legs on his shoulders and lifting her ass into the air.
“You tied me down.” Sheer shock dissipated the mortification as she gaped at him, wide-eyed. “I didn’t get out of this bed when you threatened me the other day and I’m here this morning just like you told me to be and, yet, you did it anyway.”
“Yep.” His simple response had her temper boiling. “That way you couldn’t try to stop us from looking our fill at the body we’re intent on claiming. Nor did I want you keeping me from my breakfast. It’s been a long twenty-four hours, darlin’. I’m starving.”
He dipped his head, burying his face in her pussy again, and stole her breath right along with any words she might have said to that. The coarseness of his stubbled jaw grated lightly against her sensitive flesh as he drove his questing tongue into her opening and straight through her sanity.
Chelsea let her head fall back, closing her eyes as electricity sparked, exploded, and sizzled through her head. She closed her eyes as it rained down her body in a dazzling display of colorful pleasure that tore through her system. A whimper escaped her, morphing into a cry of sheer pain-laced pleasure as he pulled his tongue back, rolled one side of her labia between his lips, and nipped. The darkly erotic sensation leapt from her pussy to her breast as a quick dart of pained ecstasy shot through her nipple.
“Open your eyes, Sea.” Micah’s tone was husky and thick with his own arousal. “Keep them open. I want see what you’re feeling while he’s eating your cunt.”
Chelsea forced her eyes open and found Micah on his knees beside her on the bed. Braden and his actions between her legs had commanded so much of her attention she hadn’t realized Micah had crawled up beside her. She hadn’t felt him bend down to draw her nipple into his mouth until he latched onto the bud with his teeth and sent her senses screaming. Christ, how could she not have realized he was there?
“Help me.” The strangled plea rolled from her lips as raking fingers of fiery bliss continued to manipulate her essence. Braden’s tongue plunged inside her channel once more, settling into a rapid rhythm of fucking that drove her straight up orgasmic mountain.
Micah’s hands were on her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her nipples to achingly solid points. “What do you want, Sea? Do you want us to stop?”
“No.” She said the word without a thought, her head lolling from side to side on its own accord as sexual confusion and stupendous awareness mixed a crazy concoction in her bloodstream.
“Then how can I help you, my love?”
Chelsea started to say she didn’t know. Dear God, she had been eaten out before, but it had never felt like this. Braden held her steady, imprisoned her lower body with his hands more effectively even than the bindings on her ankles, and dominated her very soul. His hand on her ass gripped tighter, spreading her cheeks as he slipped one finger of his other hand between them. The callused pad of the digit grazed over her anus, and she froze, no longer straining against her bindings, no longer thrashing from the intense pleasures that were driving her out of her mind.
Fear sliced from her ass to her head, the blazing heat inside her clashing with icy shards that threatened to shatter her even as needs darker and seedier than she had ever known mounted in her body.
“Braden!” Even as his name gushed from her throat, Micah’s attention to her breasts sent her senses whirling anew. His thumbs and fingers twisted her nipples in pressured squeezes that had her back coming off the mattress beneath her despite the bindings on her wrists holding her arms securely straight above her head. Lightning surges of painful pleasure bolted from her breasts to her pussy to her ass, only to retrace the path over and over again.
“What is it you want, Chelsea?” Micah’s tone held a tenderness his fingers did not as he worked her nipples and molded his wide hands to her breasts.”
“I. Don’t. Know.” Her struggle to breathe made each word a sentence of its own. “Too much. Don’t. Know. What. To. Do.”
“Enjoy it, love,” he said so compassionately it brought tears to her eyes. “Let yourself feel. Let yourself go. Let us take care of you.”