Page 169 of Slashed Bonds

I want the pressure from both sides, the way it makes the world so small there’s no space for anything I’m not choosing.

Killian groans, guttural and obscene, and my skin is still throbbing from Nikolai’s bite when the next wave lands: Killian’s teeth at my opposite shoulder, less warning, more a blunt, bruising claim.

There’s a split second where pain and pleasure fight for dominance, but the fight is rigged—my brain is already so white-hot with sensation that all the sharpness just folds into hunger.

My legs won’t hold—they’re trembling, knees hollow, but both of them are holding me upright, like they’d rather see me come apart in their hands than let me drop. I’m pinned between them, the wall at my spine and muscle at my front and back, and I don’t even bother pretending I can resist.

I feel Nikolai’s cock, hard and impossible, pressed between the cheeks of my ass, grinding against me in a way that says he’s been ready for hours and is just now unwrapping the present.

The chill of his piercings, metal cold even after so much skin, makes every press feel urgent and extra real. The pressure builds and builds, and every movement sets off sparks low in my belly, so I can’t fucking think, just want.

Killian’s hand is around his own cock, and I can feel the head of it drag slow and wet over the slick-drenched skin of my entrance. The anticipation is a living thing—it claws at my insides, makes my mouth go dry, and my vision tunnel down to the red-hot point of contact.

I whimper, and fucking hell, it’s a sound I haven’t heard leave my lips in so fucking long, I thought I wasn’t capable of making these submissive impatient sounds.

Killian moves his mouth from my shoulder to my jaw, licking the beads of what I can only assume is water, before he grabs my chin and tips my head up to his. His eyes are so dark they look black, and dares to whisper…

“Our Monarch ready for a double ride?”

I could spit something back, but I just moan and kiss him, biting at his lip, because talking is not a thing I can do right now.

Behind me, Nikolai laughs, low and decadent, and the sound vibrates through my whole body.

He’s not patient, not even a little.

His cock pushes between my ass cheeks, the tip already leaking and hot, and I feel the nudge of his piercings, the way he lines himself up without mercy.

He leans in, mouth at my ear.

“You better be extra good, or your prize goes to Killian.”

I snort, half-laugh, half-cry.

“And what’s my prize, Daddy? Watching you kiss your man?”

The air shifts—Nikolai’s cock spasms, hard, and he presses in tighter, his hand gripping my waist so I can’t squirm away. He’s silent for a beat, wrestling down the growl in his throat, then says, softer.

“Mommy has an explorative mind, doesn’t she? What else do you wanna see?”

This is my chance.

I should ask for soft, for a break, for some sweet aftercare. Instead, the words that fall out of my mouth are pure, unscripted filth:

“I wanna see your man take your knot after you finish in my ass.”

Even through the haze, I feel the shock of that land.

Killian freezes, then laughs, a high sound full of pure Alpha approval, and the sound ricochets through the shower.

Nikolai’s whole body tenses behind me, dick throbbing against my skin, and for a second I wonder if I broke him.

And this is the moment of truth if my crazed kinks I’ve kept in the dark may potentially see a glimpse of light…

“We love an adventurous Omega, don’t we, Nikolai?” Killian says, voice rough and hoarse.

“Fuck yeah,” Nikolai grits out, and then he slaps my ass, palm stinging, making me jolt forward and back.

The pain is gone before the echo dies, and in its place is this raw, animal need. Nikolai’s hand fists in my hair and yanks my head back, not gentle at all, so he can lick the side of my throat, right over where his teeth left their mark.