Page 78 of Hybrid Heroics

I hummed. “You should know me better than that.”

The vines bit harder, the thorns as big as pen tips as they pushed deeper into my skin. They were the only thing inside me, and that was starting to piss me off.

“Be a good girl,” Palmer advised, his voice husky in my ear. “And we’ll make sure you stay full.”

York lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist. The thorns didn’t bite him, or he didn’t react if they were. He lined himself up, the head of his cock thick and heavy, right where I wanted him.

I wasn’t ready… But somehow I was always ready for them. It was an odd conundrum that I never wanted to work out.

Pain was the foreplay today. And they were certainly giving me my buffet of pleasure.

Unannounced, Palmer slid slick fingers into my ass, making me gasp as he worked them in and out before pulling back. He prodded the head of his cock against me, slipping beyond the tight ring and pausing to let me adjust.

After that moment of reprieve, they timed their movements, going oh so slowly. One was always filling me when the other wasn’t.

York out. Palmer in.

Palmer out. York in.

The rhythm was torture, leaving me hanging, chasing the release that was just beyond my reach.

“Harder,” I nearly pleaded.

“No,” Palmer growled.

York shook his head. “Not yet.”

When the fuck did they get on the same wavelength? They were trying to kill me. But it was a death I would gladly surrender to… As long as I got my O first.

“Harder,” I demanded.

“Be. Patient.” York punctuated each word with a slightly harder thrust.

“Be good,” Palmer reminded me. “And you’ll get what you want.”

My release was so close, but five punishing pumps between them, and they slowed down again.

I groaned in aggravation, and they chuckled once more.

I tried to yank on the vines, but when I resisted, the thorns grew until they were impossibly long, piercing my flesh like living hooks. My blood coated our skin, filling the room with a tangy aroma, and dripped onto the floor in a mesmerizing tink, tink, tink.

They speed up, but just barely…

My head lolled back, resting against Palmer’s shoulder. My eyes closed, no matter how hard I fought to keep them open. I was so close, I could reach out and touch my fingertips to my orgasm.

Delayed gratification was worth it, but the build-up was hell. Fuck waiting. I wanted what I wanted when I wanted it.

They weren’t giving it to me.

But they were…

“Please,” I pleaded, attempting the good girl approach.

“Try again, Love,” Palmer murmured in my ear, his lips tracing down my neck.

I huffed, blowing strands of hair from my face. “Please, stop denying me?”

“Denying what?” York asked, playing coy.