Ghost and König Meet Their Match

Chapter Fifteen

Despite the height of the tall metal shelf you sat on, you still felt small, the coolness of the metal doing nothing to soothe the fire building between your legs and pooling in your stomach.

Ghost and Konig stood over you like predators; both had their heads at a tilt as they awaited your answer to Ghost's previous question. Your words were lost on your lips, your voice stuttering as you attempted to think when they were so close to you, your innate desire for your mates preventing you from thinking clearly.

Konig leaned forward and nipped roughly at your jawline, another hand gripping your thigh tightly. "Answer your lieutenant, mein kleiner." His mouth moved from his attack on your jaw to licking the edge of your ear, a sweet feeling before he bit down on the sensitive skin and you yelped. "Speak, Täubchen. I will only bite harder."

You weren't sure if his warning turned you on even more or if it was the slight fear in you that made you turn to look at Ghost's form, obedience slithering into your body language that didn't go unnoticed by either man.

"I-I needed to change and his room was just the first one, he wasn't even in it."

The change in your tone, defiant to pliable, reared the dominance in both officers, enjoying this side of you that would be reserved for them and only them. You knew how badly they wanted to love and take care of you, it was evident in the way they let you get away with so much more than any other lower rank would ever come close to. Yet, you had found the location of the button that had pushed their patience with you too far. And that was your safety and well-being, that was the area of this mating bond that you would not sway for them.

Konig's hand trailed its way up the hem of Johnny's shorts, cool metal trailing your thigh. You were unaware he even moved his knife out of his jeans. With one swift motion, Johnny's shorts were cut off of you. Konig quickly tore them away from your body, just barely allowing the oversized shirt to cover you. You cried out in protest, getting ready to cover yourself in fear of exposing your scars when Konig's hand beat you to your sensitive nub. He began rubbing teasing little circles that immediately distracted your mind from why you were protesting.

You gripped tightly to his arms, looking up at him as he continued to rub your clit between his ring and pointer finger in an expert manner, pulling breathy little moans from your lips.

His eyes were ravenous as he stared down at you, his eyes glued to your splayed flesh. "See? Good girls get to feel good." He practically cooed at you, "Don't you want your Konig to make you feel good?"

You could reply only in a whimper as his fingers began to become coated in your slick. His ministrations continued, building up a tight feeling in your core as your head fell back against the wall.

"Yes, please don't stop, you feel- feel so good, Ko." You clung tighter to his biceps that bulged out under the dark t-shirt he was wearing, the veins in his forearm popping out as he worked your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Just as your build-up was coming to its final destination, Konig withdrew, causing you to cry out at the sudden loss of touch. Your head tilted back to its normal position, searching for the answer to his retreat in his face. He held your gaze with him, still smiling at you.

Konig put his face close to yours, "But that bratty attitude of yours drives me so crazy. How can I focus on working when I know you're out somewhere on base, doing whatever the fuck you want because you know Ghost and I will get you out of whatever trouble you're in?" His large hands trailed up the sides of your thighs, barely touching the skin there and leaving goosebumps in his wake. "Isn't that right, Ghost?"