Page 85 of A Courage of the Chosen

Callahan picks up the pace, his body slapping against mine in obscene sounds that only heighten everything he makes me feel. Sweat soaks my skin and he continues to drive me into the mattress.

I wrap myself around him, simply holding on as he takes control and brings me mindless pleasure.

The second orgasm builds momentum, starting at the base of my spine where his forearm is pressed into me.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Please, don’t stop.”

Callahan drives into me harder, leaving me clueless as to how he’s fucking me this way and we’re both surviving. The headboard thumps against the wall and his grunts get louder and wilder.

My body gives in to him, accepting him like he’s part of me.

Then . . . we’re not alone anymore.

The bond shifts around my hold before I can stop it, and the door that’s been left ajar beyond my control peeks open wider. His presence worms its way into something that should remain between only me and Callahan.

I scramble to shove it away, to shove him out and rebuild my walls. But my mind is spinning between him bullying his way in and the visceral reactions Callahan is evoking in my body. I can’t stop it. I can’t stop any of it.

“Tell me, little warrior. Does he make you come as hard as I did?”

My eyes fly open at the voice that’s angry and . . . aroused?

He’s enjoying it, and my pleasure spikes down those dark threads without my permission, like Tavish is drawing it to him.

Maybe, just as it is with Cal when I’m feeling something so intensely, there’s no preventing it from pouring out of me. That explains why Tavish always seems to appear when I’m feeling nervous or scared. And apparently when I come now, too.

Tavish is here in my mind while Callahan fucks me.

And the really fucked up thing is . . . my body reacts. The orgasm creeps closer, and I grow wetter around Callahan’s cock.

It’s forbidden. Taboo. The person I’ve vowed to kill is front and center while his cousin worships my body.

He knows exactly what’s happening, and it’s turning him on. His arousal reaches out for me, thick and heavy, and it adds to the swirling vortex of heat and shame colliding inside me.

Tavish is getting off on it. He wants it.

Fuck him.

If he wants to play this game. Let’s play.

Instead of pushing Tavish away, I let him in. I let him feel exactly what Callahan is doing to me while being so fucking careful to make sure that the man in my arms doesn’t know what’s going on.

It’s shameful, and wrong. So wrong.

But those dark parts of me, the ones I shackle and pretend don’t exist, relish in it. They rejoice in my submission to the most basic of my desires. To be worshipped as something beautiful. To be wanted in a way that ruins kingdoms.

In my heart and my bed is a man who would burn it all down for me. He’s said as much.

In my mind, there’s a presence, a connection I can’t explain, but he would see it all burn to have me too.

It terrifies me how intoxicating this feeling is.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

It’s everything.

I drag Callahan’s face so we’re eye to eye, and kiss him with every ounce of passion and desire I can summon.