Demon with Wolves (Shadowpeak Wolves Book 3) Page 15

“Yes, but I’ll try to only take what I need to sustain me.”

  “You won’t be going to anyone else to get what you need.” His words were an order, and Brynn’s temper stirred.

  “Won’t I?” he said silkily, even knowing he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. As he’d told Dusty before, the thought of touching anyone else repulsed him.

  Cain’s eyes flashed, his face tightening. “If you are in, you are in all the way. Come and go to Hell if you need to. But you do not cheat on us.”

  “Why would you care?”

  Cain raised his eyebrow. “Because it would hurt Dusty. And because, while I may not entirely trust you, I want to get to know you. I want what’s best for Dusty. And I feel something toward you as well.”

  Brynn’s temper backed down. He could be a part of them. He could have the closeness they had. A true family. He didn’t deserve it. Was worried he’d destroy it.

  Yet he couldn’t turn them away.

  “Are you in?” Cain asked.

  Brynn nodded. “I’m in.”

  “We’re going to need permission for you to stay here. That means I’ll go to bat for you. Tell my Alpha he can trust you not to harm the pack. I’m trusting in my wolf, in his belief that you won’t betray us. Doesn’t mean I fully trust you. You fuck up, and I will take you down.”

  “I’ll try not to,” he promised.

  Surprisingly, he actually meant it.

  * * * * *

  Dusty stirred, shivering as pulses of pleasure throbbed through her body. A tongue flicked her clit. She mumbled sleepily, parting her thighs. Her legs were pulled up and apart until she was split wide.

  A single, hot finger entered her, thrusting deep. Another finger soon joined it, this one slightly colder.

  “Oh,” she cried as those fingers moved back and forth in tandem.

  Dusty opened her eyes, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep to watch two heads, one dark, one light, sucking on her nipples. Tidal waves of need swept her away as her hips pushed against them.

  “More, more.”

  Cain chuckled against her breast and withdrew his finger from her pussy.

  “Nooo,” she cried, but before she could protest further, he tapped his finger against her clit. She thrashed her head, need stealing her mind. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “Please what?” Cain asked.

  “More,” she screamed.

  Brynn drove three fingers into her, rubbing them over that special spot inside her until she came in a blinding rush.

  Her mind was zapped of every thought as she clenched around those three fingers, her body bucking as wave after wave of release careened through her.

  Dusty opened her eyes as the bed moved. Cain walked over to the wardrobe, reaching up for something.

  Damn, that was a fine ass.

  Brynn patted her mound as though trying to soothe her.

  When Cain returned, he held some silken scarves in his hands.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as Brynn took hold of her wrists, pushing her arms above her head. Cain quickly tied one wrist to the wooden headboard.

  “Tying you up,” Cain answered. “You’ll have to try very hard not to break these. If you get free, I’ll have to punish you.”

  Dusty narrowed her eyes. “Just what are you two planning?”

  Cain grinned down at his mate. So she didn’t like being tied up? Well tough. He had plans, and they didn’t involve her input. She looked so gorgeous lying there, her arms spread above her head. Her lips were swollen, her glazed blue-green eyes surrounded by long, black eyelashes. Deep red tresses lay spread around her.

  Her curves were starting to fill out again. He loved that she wasn’t built like a pole. Cain was a large man. Petite women terrified him.

  Cain looked at Brynn, gesturing with his eyes toward her nipples. Brynn smiled, kneeling beside Dusty and licking a swollen nub. Cain stood and watched, marveling at how amazing they looked together.

  Dusty wiggled about restlessly.

  “Please, Brynn, I need more.”

  Brynn ignored her.

  “Touch my clit. Make me come.”

  She must have realized that her pleas were falling on deaf ears as she turned to Cain, licking her full lips.

  “Cain,” Dusty moaned.

  “What is it, my love?”

  “Touch me.”

  He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Getting rather demanding now, aren’t you?”

  “Damn it, Cain.”

  “Perhaps I need to gag you. What do you think, Brynn?”

  Cain nearly laughed as her jaw dropped. She shook her head frantically.

  “Hmm.” Brynn raised his head and stared up at Dusty. “She is rather noisy. I don’t think she can stay quiet.”

  “I can.”

  “Prove it,” Cain dared her. “You stay quiet while Brynn plays with your nipples and I eat your pussy, and I’ll untie you. But you make any noise, and I’ll flip you over, spank your butt, and get out the nipple clamps. Deal?”

  She gaped at him, and he thought she might refuse the dare. He should have known better. A stubborn look crossed her face, and she nodded. “Deal.”

  “No noise, Dusty. That means no whimpers, no cries, no begging.”

  “I don’t beg.”

  Brynn snorted.

  “I don’t—”

  “Quiet,” Cain said softly. “Silence.”

  Dusty closed her eyes, her face scrunching in concentration.

  Oh, she really wasn’t going to last.

  Cain lay between her legs and parted her moist folds. He blew on her clit, smiling as she jumped. Breathing in deep, he took in her sweet scent, knowing the taste of her was just as delicious.

  “You look so beautiful. I love the taste of you, Dusty. It’s addictive.”

  He took one long, deep taste. Thrusting two fingers deep, he plunged in and out as he used his tongue, his lips to explore her. She arched up, her thighs trembling, and he knew she was close to breaking.

  When the first scream broke the silence of the room, he pulled back.

  “No, don’t stop, I was so close,” she yelled.

  Brynn sat up, grinning.

  “Lasted longer than I thought you would, hellcat,” he teased her.

  “Oh, shut up,” she growled, disgruntled.

  “Untie her,” Cain ordered. “You can hold her hands.”

  Brynn undid the scarves, rolling her onto her stomach. He held her hands above her head. Cain lifted her hips, placing two pillows beneath her, so her bottom was high. A perfect target.

  “Time for your spanking,” he said.

  “Ahh, Cain,” she said hesitantly before his hand smacked down on her ass, leaving his handprint on her pale butt.

  “Oohhh,” she cried out as he kept up a steady barrage of spanks, stopping every so often to rub her deliciously pink buttocks. He dipped his hand down to her wet pussy, evidence of how much she was enjoying herself.

  “You like this too much, I think,” he observed.

  Brynn stared over at him, his breath coming quickly. Cain held up his fingers, moist with the evidence of her pleasure. He leaned forward, holding them out to Brynn, who sucked them deep into his mouth. Cain’s dick twitched in response. He stared at Brynn in surprise. Then he drew his fingers out and, giving into the impulse, leaned over and kissed him.

  Kissing Brynn was like coming home. Different from Dusty. His lips weren’t as soft. He was harder, pushier and Cain had to fight with him for dominance over the kiss. But eventually, he softened beneath Cain’s touch. Cain cupped his cheek, rubbing his thumb over the other man’s cool skin.

  He broke the kiss, pulling back to look into Brynn’s shadowed eyes. He didn’t know how long he would have sat there, staring at him, if Dusty hadn’t interrupted them.

  “Wow that was hot, do it again.”

  Cain glanced down to see she’d rolled onto her side. Brynn had let her go. Her gaze was frankly
interested as she licked her lips and stared at them both.

  “Did I say you could move?” Cain asked sternly.

  She shook her head.

  “That deserves some punishment.” He tapped his finger against her nose. “You only get to come tonight if I say so.”

  “How’s that different from every other night?” she grumbled.

  “Oh, you’re in trouble,” he warned. “Now where did I put those nipple clamps?”

  Dusty looked over at Brynn as Cain stood. Brynn placed his fingers against his lips, looking shocked.

  “You ever kissed a guy before?” she asked curiously.

  “Yes. But it’s never felt like that.”

  “Good, right?”

  Brynn glanced down at her, clearly startled. Then a slow grin crossed his face.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Stop jabbering, you two. Brynn, I want you inside her pussy. Dusty, you are not to come.”

  Dusty gazed up at Cain, swallowing when she saw what he held in his hand. Nipple clamps. She’d never experienced them before, and she wasn’t at all sure she wanted to now.

  But she trusted Cain.

  Brynn knelt between her thighs, stealing her attention. He drove his cock deep into her welcoming pussy.

  “Yes,” she hissed, loving the full, hard feel of him inside her. He stilled. She thrust up, determined to make him move. But he grasped her hips, holding her still.

  Cain sucked one nipple into his mouth, licking, nibbling until she was wild with pleasure. Then he slipped the clamp over her engorged nipple, slowly tightening the screw.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried. Pain engulfed her before giving way to amazing rapture.

  “Remember to breathe, hellcat,” Brynn said with some amusement as Cain moved to her other breast. By the time he’d finished, her clit was throbbing wildly, her passage clenching in need.

  “Good girl,” Cain praised her. “Damn, you look beautiful.” He tugged on the chain connecting the clamps, and she groaned as pleasure rippled through her nipples.

  Brynn drew his cock out a little before pushing it inside her. Little pulses of movement, enough to stir her nerve endings, but nowhere near enough to satisfy her. He teased her to the point of sensation overload.

  “Brynn, deeper, harder,” she gasped.

  Dusty grabbed his shoulders, needing the anchor as he pressed his way forward until his balls hit her ass. Cain pulled her up, sitting behind her, tucking her back into his chest. His hands cupped her breasts, tugging lightly on the clamps.

  Pain and pleasure morphed together. The combination was incredible. She was on sensory overload—she couldn’t keep up. So she let go, let herself swim along the currents of desire as they raced from her pussy to her nipples and back.

  Her orgasm took her by surprise, hitting her hard. She arched her back with a silent scream, her pussy clenching hard on Brynn’s cock. He plunged into her forcefully until he groaned, following her over the edge.

  “Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” Cain murmured in her ear, her only warning before he released one of the clamps. The rush was incredible, the pain soon joined by pleasure as Cain rubbed the abused nipple gently. Then he did the same to the other one, sensation rocketing straight to her clit, bucking her body.

  Cain lifted her, setting her on his lap. His erection pressed against her as he rocked her. She realized then that she was crying, tears dripping down her hot cheeks.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Cain murmured.

  “Dusty?” Brynn asked.

  She opened her eyes to find Brynn kneeling beside them, his gaze serious. She cupped his cheek with her hand.

  “I’m fine, more than fine. I’m fantastic.”

  Brynn smiled. “Looks like you need to find a new punishment,” he said to Cain. “I think she enjoyed those clamps far too much.”

  “Umm-hmm, you can punish me any time.”

  Cain’s chest moved as he silently laughed.

  “But not for a while. I need some recovery time. In the meantime though…” She wiggled against Cain’s cock suggestively. He groaned, grabbing her hips.

  “Stop that.”

  “Stop what?”

  “Stop teasing me.”

  “Oh, was that uncomfortable for you? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She batted her eyes at him.

  “Right, brat. You want to tease then you can just reap what you sow.” Cain lifted her off his lap and lay on his back on the bed. He grasped his cock, running his hand up and down it.

  “Take me in your mouth. I’m dying to be inside you. Make me come.”

  Leaning down, Dusty sucked him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. She squeezed his balls lightly, moving up and down his shaft quickly until his breath was coming in short, hard gasps.

  “That feels so good, baby. Too good.”

  Dusty licked the top of his head before taking him in deep.

  “I’m going to come,” he shouted.

  Clasping the base of his cock in her hand, she held him tightly. Then she hummed, and it sent him over the edge. He came in thick, lush bursts. Swallowing him down, she was reluctant to leave him, licking his spent cock. Then with a last, final kiss, she moved back up the bed.

  Cain gathered her against his chest.

  “You okay?” Cain whispered, running his hand over her hair.

  “Yeah.”

  “I’ve got to get up. I have a day shift. I need to speak to Cooper about all this,” he said quietly. She peered over at Brynn. He stared at them, his emotions tightly hidden.

  “How do you think he’ll take it?” she asked. By rights, Cooper could kill Brynn on sight for knowingly coming onto pack territory without permission. Some Alphas would. Luckily, Cooper was more reasonable than most.

  “Hopefully he’ll allow us to petition for Brynn to become part of the pack.”

  “And if I don’t want to be part of the pack?” Brynn interjected. “What has being part of this pack brought Cassie?”

  “You need his permission to be here. Otherwise we won’t be able to see you,” Dusty explained.

  “If I don’t want him to see me, he won’t.”

  “We can’t lie like that, not to our Alpha. We’ve sworn allegiance to him. We have to have his permission for you to be here.”

  “And if he doesn’t give it?” Brynn asked.

  “Let’s not borrow trouble,” Cain replied sensibly. “For now, let’s show him that you’re not a threat to the pack. Cooper’s more forward thinking than other Alphas, but with these threats to Laney, he’s in overprotective mode, and I don’t know how he will react.”

  Chapter Ten

  Dusty stood at the kitchen counter, chopping veggies for a stir-fry.

  She stifled a yawn. Cain and Brynn had tortured her erotically for hours last night. Not that she was complaining. The things they’d done…

  She wiped a hand across her forehead, suddenly boiling hot. Her clit throbbed. Fire raced up her spine, sizzling her skin.

  Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. She had to concentrate. Cooper and Laney were coming over for dinner to meet Brynn.

  Dusty had no idea whether Cooper would accept their bond or not. There was a good chance he’d see Brynn as a danger to the pack and order him to leave.

  Everyone was on edge after Laney had received yet another threat. Someone had sent her a plain brown envelope with her name written on the outside.

  Inside the envelope were photos of a woman who’d been tortured brutally before she’d been killed. She was petite and blonde. A short note had accompanied them.

  You’re next.

  Dusty chopped cauliflower viciously as she remembered Laney’s haunted eyes. This had to stop. Dusty could see the strain eating away at her friend. Cooper’s temper was getting shorter, and it was affecting the whole pack. Everyone was on edge.

  She’d love to get hold of the bastard tormenting Laney. She’d welcome him with open arms, right before she cut off his balls and fed
them to him.

  “That’s a rather vicious grin, my own.”

  Dusty yelped as the knife slipped, slicing deeply into her hand.

  “Fuck!”

  “Quick, under the water.” Brynn moved swiftly, turning on the tap and placing her bleeding hand beneath.

  “Damn it,” she swore.

  “I’m an idiot,” he berated himself. “Look at your hand, that’s going to need stitches.”

  “What’s going on?” Cain asked.

  She’d been so caught up in dealing with her hand she hadn’t even heard Cain enter. And by the surprised look on Brynn’s face, neither had he.

  Cain strode up to the sink, tugging Brynn away from her. “What the hell happened?”

  “It was my fault,” Brynn admitted.

  Cain’s face hardened, and he turned, stepping toward Brynn.

  “Cain, no!”

  Dusty swiftly grabbed a towel and, pressing it to the wound, slid between them.

  “It wasn’t Brynn’s fault.”

  “Yes, it was,” Brynn insisted.

  She shot him a quelling look over her shoulder.

  “No, it wasn’t. I was chopping up veggies, and I cut myself.”

  “Because I frightened you.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m buying you a collar with a bell on it tomorrow. But you didn’t mean for me to get hurt, did you?” she asked Brynn.

  “No,” Brynn replied.

  She stared up at Cain. “See?”

  He relaxed a little. “Sorry.”

  “Understandable,” Brynn replied, but his gaze remained wary. Dusty pressed against her hand harder, drawing Cain’s concerned gaze.

  “How bad is it?”

  “It’s fine.” She backed away as he reached for her.

  “Dusty,” he warned. She took another step back, banging into Brynn’s cool body.

  “Show him, hellcat.” Not waiting for her consent, Brynn held her arm out and whipped away the towel. Cain’s breath hissed out through his teeth.

  “I’m fine.”

  “Have you looked at it? It’s not fine at all.”

  Of course, she hadn’t looked at it. Was he crazy? She didn’t want to see her skin torn apart.

  “Change.”

  “W-what?” She gaped up at Cain.

  “You need to change, just your hand. It will help the wound heal.”