Chapter 327

When I awaken, I’m cradled in the safety of Neil’s arms, my cheek to his chest with him carding his fingers through my hair. Lifting my head, he pauses, watching me as I take in our surroundings.

This bed has gotten lower somehow or… wait…

“We broke the bed,” I say, looking around.

“Yes,” Neil replies simply.

Not only have we broken box springs, sending the mattress crashing down to the ground, but the headboard was entirely knocked off its connectors and is buried half into the wall. I don’t even see the baseboard.

“I may have gotten… overly enthusiastic,” Neil says shyly, glancing away. In a flash, his eyes are right back on me. “You aren’t hurt.”

For his sake, I consider it. “No,” I say. “I feel great, actually.” Reaching up, I touch the new mark on the back of my neck. Satisfaction surges through me. I’m one more step to completing my bonds.

“One left,” Neil says. He can’t seem to stop touching me, tracing his fingers down my arm to the elbow and back up to the shoulder. I close my eyes, enjoying it.

“Archer,” I say. “Any idea where he is?”

“I think you know,” Neil says.

“I do.”

Neil hums. Leaning down he peppers my face in soft kisses. “I’m glad it was you, Chloe.”

“Me?”

“Our mate.”

“Oh.” I laugh a little. “Me too. I didn’t want to have to reject anyone else.”

“Reject?” Neil says, voice suddenly dark. “If anyone else tried to claim you, Chloe, we would have killed him.”

I laugh a little harder, forcefully, even if Neil doesn’t. These brothers can be a bit scary sometimes, but I suppose I don’t mind it. Especially since none of that murder stuff is necessary now. I belong to the Hayes brothers, just as they belong to me.

Well. Almost.

“I better find him,” I say.

Neil leans back, allowing me room. “I’ll research sturdier beds.”

This time when I laugh, he joins me.

For a moment, I think of returning to my room to throw on a shirt or some clothes, but at this point, why bother? With Archer, they are only likely to be torn off again. Though I do take the time to clean myself up, as I did between every encounter.

I’m not embarrassed by my nakedness. I’m no prude. So I go into the elevator and press the button down, not caring that I don’t have a stitch of clothing on me.

What surprises me though is when I walk into the gym where I guessed Archer would be, he’s naked too.

His back is to me as he punches at the punching bag. A sheen of sweat glistens over his working muscles.

Gods, I could watch this show all day.

He must know I’m here. If he didn’t hear me, he must smell me by now, with how much I want him.

Being a werewolf is truly wild. Never in my life would I have thought that I could bounce from one brother to the next, receiving orgasms and marks all night. Yet here I am, and I’m not even tired.

In fact, I’m ready for so much more.

As I watch, he puts some more effort into his punches. I can’t help wonder if this display is for my benefit. Either way, I’m all for it.

Finally, he finishes, though he keeps his back to me. “Saved the best for last.” It’s not a question, but a statement.

Smug, stubborn asshole. He hasn’t changed a bit.

Slowly, he turns to look at me. The bastard is smirking, though that only holds my attention for a moment. Immediately, my gaze drops to his rock hard dick standing nearly straight up, straining so hard it almost looked painful.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?” his voice dropped lower. That word… That tone…

I clenched my pussy tight, aching for friction. How could he get me so riled up so quickly. With just one smirk, a hard dick, and a word.

“You’ve been fucked all night, but it’s not enough, is it? You need this dick.” He takes himself in hand and slowly begins to stroke from base to tip. A bead of precum glistens at his slit.

I lick my lips, desperate to taste it.

“You want to suck my dick, slut?” Archer asks. He steps closer to me. I’m standing in the middle of the gym, on top of a mat that we use when we spar. “What have you done to earn it?”

“I’ve been good,” I whimper.

“What do you call me?” he snaps.

“Daddy,” I say on reflex.

He hums, satisfied. The sound fills me with pleasure.

“How should Daddy play with you tonight?” Archer asks, his eyes flitting across the room. His eyes stop on the wall, where two hooks are high, near the ceiling. There’s already two pairs of handcuffs dangling from those hooks.

Seeing them, my throat goes dry.

“I’ll have you at my mercy, slut,” Archer says. “Now, up against the wall.”

Quickly, I move to obey him. I press my back to the wall and lift my arms above my head in anticipation.

His brow lowers with irritation. “Did I tell you how to stand? Turn around, hands on the wall. Stick that ass out for me, and take your punishment.”

Anticipation fluttering through me, I obey at once, eager to please. Just as I stick my ass out, he slaps it once with an open hand. Then without warning and in a show of great strength, he turns me around, shoves my back against the wall. He lifts me with one hand and secures the cuffs with the other, first around one wrist and then the other.

Pulling back, he looks at his handiwork. I’m not entirely off the ground, my toes still touch, but I have to stretch as much as I can.

He peers down along my body.

“Are you a good slut for Daddy?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“Prove it,” he demands and drops to his knees. He hitches my thighs over his shoulders, then laps and sucks at my clit, while plunging his fingers inside of me.

I know this game. If I cum, I lose.

I have to hold on. I have to be a good girl for him. Then he’ll give me the pleasure that I want.

But only then.

“D-Daddy!” I beg and whimper. “O-Oh! Please!”

Pulling back he licks his lips. “What do you want, slut?”

“Your dick!”

“Just my dick?”

“N-no! Your mark!”

Humming, he returns his attention to my clit. It’s so much, too much, his tongue circling and relentlessly bully the tiny nub.

With our bond thrumming between us, I know I’m not going to last long like this. Everything feels so much more intense.

“I can’t! I c-can’t!”

With one last long lick, he finally released my clit.

He doesn’t release me, though. He keeps holding me by my thighs as he rises to his feet. Then, without warning, he slides his dick straight into me while also claiming my mouth with his own.

With his body pressed to mine, keeping me safe against the wall, the game starts to slip. I love it, but right now I want Archer, not Daddy.

“Chloe,” he whispers against my lips. He’s bucking wildly inside of me, hitting my g-spot with every upward thrust.

My throat is already hoarse from moaning and screaming.

He kisses down the side of my cheek, somehow gentle despite the sharp movements of his hips.

I tilt my head, giving him more room.

Finding a bare spot, he licks it first, as if in preparation. Then, shoving me over the edge of desire, he bites his teeth down into my skin and makes me his.

At last.