I suck in a deep breath of air as Fangy crawls over me, his naked skin, brushing mine in all the right places. He begins to untie my left hand, and I grin to myself. One down, and then they’re mine. But instead of completely untying it, he clicks a handcuff on and holds the other end tightly as if waiting for something. My eyes fly around the room until they land on my mate, who is staring at Toga, watching her breathe heavily in the chair. She glaring at him murderously, and I suddenly feel a cold chill run up my spine. This could be bad.

He doesn’t even turn around as he asks, “Fang, are you over there messing around, or is she ready?” I can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s planning something, and I laugh inwardly at Toga for letting herself get dragged into this. Raj can be a crafty sonofabitch if you give him the chance, and he’s probably got it in his head that he owes her for helping them out, albeit unwillingly.

I feel Fangy’s hands slide down my leg slowly and have to bite my lip to keep from whimpering. Every goddamn nerve ending in my body is still firing all at one time, and he’s just sitting there calmly adjusting the tie on my leg. I realize this gives me half my body free and wait to strike. Unfortunately, this clone knows me as well as my mate, and scoots his butt over, sitting on my leg and effectively trapping it as well.

He flashes one fang at me teasingly, and turns to Raj. “She’s more ‘n ready, mate, if you’d quit staring at Toga like she’s a piece of meat. Get her out of the chair and over here so’s I can get em tied.”

Raj rolls his eyes, but unlocks the cuffs, and grasps her legs tightly as she struggles. It takes him a few minutes, but he manages to wrestle her onto the bed. Fangy promptly grabs her left wrist and locks it my right one, fastening our hands together at our sides. Then he uses the rope formerly on my wrist to tie Toga’s outer arm to the bed frame. Raj is fastening our legs in the same manner, and once he finishes, he climbs over the footboard, watching us with the damned smirk on his face. I decide smacking it off his face probably wouldn’t be a stretch when I finally get out of this, and a smirk crosses my features for once. My mind wanders a bit for second, imagining what I’m going to do to Fangy while Raj is recovering from the smack.

I turn to Toga, who shrugged as best she could. I look at my mate and my Fangy, giving them a piercing look. “What exactly do you plan on doing with us now that we’re trussed up like turkeys?”

Fangy clucks his tongue and sighs. “No matter how many times I tell you, you still don’t learn that a smart mouth will get you nowhere. Tell her, Toga.”

Toga smirks at him defiantly. “I think I agree with Deli. You’re just jerking our chains.”

“Oh not yet we aren’t, pet. You’re not going to be that lucky,” Raj says, holding his hand out to Fangy as he walks toward the bed.

I watch Fangy stand up on the bed, trying to step carefully between us to reach the edge. I look at Toga and she winks. We let him almost make it and then we squeeze our bound feet around his ankle, tripping him. He crashes forward, knocking into Raj and sending them sprawling into a tangle of limbs on the floor. I can’t help myself and I start snickering, elbowing Toga as best I can with out cuffed arms. She starts giggling, and before long we’re howling on the bed.

Suddenly, this eloquent seduction scene has turned into a French farce and I cannot stop laughing.
I turn my head away from making gloating faces with Toga to see the clones sprawled on the floor. When I focus my tear fuzzy eyes on them, my breath completely stops, almost causing me to choke as I watch them untangle their hard bodies slowly. “Holy shit,” I mutter.

Toga starts bucking upwards, trying to see. “What? What? I can’t fucking see!”

I’m still staring like a slack jawed yokel, unable to tear my eyes away and Toga’s damn near ripping our limbs off, urging me to describe what was happening. “They were… I mean… on the floor…the sign, Toga, the bloody sign is on!” I finally blurt out.

“Fuck and I can’t see it? Why do you get to be on the outside?”

I watch them glance at each other, bemused expressions on their faces. They’d done nothing except fall on one another and the results were amazing. I’m blabbering like an idiot, and Toga is trying to break our arms so she can see better. A shoulder shrug is exchanged, and they head for the end of the bed. I groan inwardly, knowing they’ve gotten at least some of what they want: they know what will affect us both.

My eyes glaze over as Raj leans forward and nips at Fangy’s neck, and the small hiss the Lin’s clone lets out makes my skin break out in goose bumps. How in the holy hell am I supposed to keep calm and cool and smart alecky if they do this? When Fangy puts his hands on my mate’s ass and pulls him closer, their sculpted chests meet and I feel Toga tense next to me. My eyes slide down to Raj’s open fly, where the tips of their cocks are brushing against one another and I draw in a silent breath, trying to hold in the moan that keeps trying to erupt. They seem oblivious as to us as Raj moves his lips up Fangy’s neck, licking his way to his mouth and pausing before crushing their mouths together.

I know Toga’s got more control than me, and a glance at her tells me she’s fighting it, too. She keeps inching our handcuffed hands over, moving them towards her thigh slowly. I take another breath in, trying not to pant. My eyes skitter back to Fangy’s hands, which are wandering from their position on Raj’s ass to his waistband and sliding the tight jeans over his hipbones slowly. As the encased cock pops free, he groans into my mate’s mouth, arching his hips up to meet it with his own. He breaks the kiss to slide the jeans all the way down Raj’s legs, his dark eyes locking with the matching pair. Rolling to his feet, he stops only to press an airy kiss on the tip of the erection in front of him.

I feel my legs flood with wetness and that’s it. I know I’m gonna lose this battle. I gasp softly, starting to yank the handcuffed hands towards my thigh, finally figuring out what Toga was trying to do. She grunts and gives me a dirty look, trying to yank our hands back in her direction and I growl. The boys’ heads whip around in unison, looking at us suspiciously. They look at us, trying to figure out what’s going on, and I give them my best tortured face. Toga manages a small groan and I have to bite my lips to keep from snickering. They shrug and turn back to each other, starting up where they’d left off before we so rudely interrupted.

My eyes rivet to Raj, who’s scratching his nails down Fangy’s sides, then resting his left hand on the elder clone’s hip. His right hand begins to trail down to stroke the hard shaft. He works the shaft slowly, watching Fangy’s face twitch and contort as his fingers press in the most sensitive spots. His lips trail back down to the column of the other clones neck, biting harder this time, and he grins against the skin when Fangy begins growling.

I’m not sure I’ve even blinked in the past three minutes, and if I have, I’m pissed because I had to have missed something good. My nerve endings are so fried I’m just about to implode as I watch them fondle, bite, and lick each other. A glance at Toga tells me she’s about ready for liftoff as well, and I can tell you this: when they untie us, it’s not going to be pretty. It’s like poking a big old mean bear with a short little stick; one day, he’s gonna run out of patience. That’s me right now. I said before that I’m crazy when you push me to the edge and leave me there, and this is about as close to the edge as I’ve been in awhile. Everything in me is straining for release, and by God, I’m going to get it.

I’ve barely finished that thought when Raj kneels down and wraps his lips around Fangy’s cock, and my brain starts to completely shut down. Toga starts twitching almost imperceptibly next to me, and I make my decision. This is wonderful and beautiful and goddamnit, it’s gotta stop. I know my limits and in a moment, I’m going to start gnawing the fucking ropes just to get out. Fangy’s growling and moaning as he disappears into Raj’s mouth and my nail are drawing blood on the inside of my hand. I sneak a glance at Toga, who might just be catatonic.

“ENOUGH!” I practically scream.

Both their heads whip around to stare at me, completely amazed that I’ve given in. I’m not sure it’s ever happened before, cause I’ll just about knock myself out before I’ll admit defeat. But this…is too much. The prefacing build up, the slash, Toga writhing around handcuffed to me…I can’t deal. Sensory overload with a big old O. At least, there better be a big fucking O soon. Or I might wring someone’s neck.

My voice is low and dangerous when I growl quietly, “Untie us. Now.”

Fangy’s cock slips out of Raj’s mouth with an audible pop, which might have been funny if I wasn’t about ready to devour someone. My mate stands up, and walks over to the bed, untying Toga’s out arms and legs first, then mine. While he’s undoing the final knots on my leg, my eyes slide to Toga, who’s smirking. A slow grin crosses my face, and I look at the boys, then at Toga, and then smirk.

Toga starts to grin that signature grin. The one that lets you know she’s up to something and it’s undoubtedly naughty. I can almost hear her whistling quietly in my head. I wink at her and she winks back. All that’s left now are the cuffs and the scarves on our joined limbs, and I wait patiently for Toga to strike. It’s all up to her now.