Chapter 79 Part 2
Chapter 79 Part 2
Vincent
I step back, giving Quinn and Alec room to move. They flank her, their hands roaming over her body, their touches deliberate, teasing. Quinn’s fingers trace the curve of her breast, his thumb brushing her nipple, while Alec’s hands slide down her thighs, his touch firm but gentle.
“You’re so beautiful,” Alec murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect for us.”
Quinn leans down, his lips brushing her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin. “We’ve missed this,” he says, his voice rough. “Missed having you all to ourselves.”
I watch, my pulse pounding in my veins, as they undress her, their movements synchronized, their touches hungry. Nelly’s eyes are closed, her head tilted back, her body arching into their hands. She’s ours, completely and utterly, her surrender a gift I cherish.
I step forward, my belt already in my hand, the leather soft and worn. “Hands behind your back,” I order, my voice brooking no argument. Nelly complies, her wrists pressing together as I bind them with the belt, the leather tight against her skin.
“What are you—” she starts, but I silence her with a kiss, my lips demanding, my tongue tangling with hers. She tastes like dark chocolate and desire, her moan vibrating against my mouth.
Alec and Quinn step back, giving me space, their eyes never leaving her. I run my hands over her body, my touch possessive, my fingers tracing the swell of her belly. “Our family’s child,” I murmur, my voice filled with awe. “But tonight, you’re ours.”
Quinn steps forward, his hands gripping her hips, his touch firm. She rises to press herself to him. He growls. “On your knees,” he repeats, his voice commanding. Nelly lowers herself to the floor, her bound hands resting on her thighs, her gaze flicking between us.
Alec kneels in front of her, his hands cupping her face, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. “Open your mouth,” he orders, his voice gentle but firm. Nelly hesitates, but his gaze holds her captive, and she parts her lips, her breath coming in short gasps.
Alec leans forward, his lips brushing hers, his tongue teasing her mouth open. He feeds her, his touch tender, his movements slow and deliberate. Quinn steps behind her, his hands sliding down her back, his touch possessive.
I watch, my desire spiraling out of control, as they take her, their touches synchronized, their movements deliberate. Nelly’s moans fill the room, her body arching into their hands, her surrender complete.
“Enough,” I growl, stepping forward. Alec and Quinn step back, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. I kneel in front of her, my hands gripping her hips, my touch firm. “Time for your lesson,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear.
Nelly’s eyes flutter open, her gaze meeting mine, her breath coming in short gasps. “What lesson?” she whispers, her voice hoarse.
I smile, my lips brushing her throat, my teeth grazing her skin. “The lesson in obedience,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding. “The lesson in belonging.”
Her eyes widen, her body tensing as I press her back onto the floor, my weight pinning her down. Alec and Quinn move closer, their hands roaming over her body, their touches possessive.
“We’re not done with you yet,” Alec murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Not even close.”
Quinn leans down, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Surrender to us,” he whispers. “Let us show you how much you belong to us.”
Nelly’s breath hitches, her body softening beneath mine, her surrender complete. I press a kiss to her throat, my teeth grazing her skin, my desire spiraling out of control.
The night stretches before us, endless and full of possibility. Nelly is ours, completely and utterly, her body, her heart, her soul. And we’re not letting her go. Not ever.
The candlelight flickers, casting shadows on the walls as our lesson begins, our touches hungry, our desires relentless. Nelly’s moans fill the room, her body arching into ours, her surrender a gift we cherish.