Demon with Wolves (Shadowpeak Wolves Book 3) Page 17

  Cain growled. “Sit down. Do we look like we’re fading away? If anything, I felt more energized after the last time. You’re staying.”

  “Stay,” Dusty urged. “Give this a chance. If we start to get tired, if you’re draining us, you can leave.”

  “Brynn, you’re staying,” Cain ordered. “Dusty, I believe I gave you an order.”

  She sat still.

  “Dusty,” his kept his voice at a soft growl, immensely satisfied when she stood. Although she did give him a disgruntled look. Cain sat on the sofa as she faced him and tugged off her t-shirt. Brynn sat beside him.

  “Go slowly,” Brynn ordered. “Give us a show, my own.”

  Cain watched, his lust growing. Dusty swayed as though there were music playing in her head. She held on to the back of a chair for balance as she stripped her pants off, her bad leg not helping her balance.

  Finally, she got down to her bra and panties, both silky and bright red. A smug smile crossed her face, her gaze pointedly resting on his cock, which was uncomfortably pressing against his jeans.

  Brat, he thought lovingly. She knew what she was doing to them.

  Brynn chuckled. “Oh, she’s really scared of being punished.”

  Cain just smiled. “And the rest, sweetheart.”

  She pulled off her bra. Her magnificent breasts, tipped with berry-colored nipples, were freed. His mouth watered. Next, she pushed her underwear down her long legs, displaying her bare pussy.

  “Beautiful, my love. Come here.”

  She walked slowly toward him. When she stood in front of him, he reached up and cupped her mound. Her legs were already open, letting him in. Her silken heat scorched his palm.

  “She’s already wet, isn’t she?” Brynn asked. He was now naked.

  “Oh yeah.”

  Moving swiftly, he drew her over his lap. She lay bottom-up, her face falling into Brynn’s lap.

  “Cain,” she protested.

  “Lick his balls, Dusty, take them into your mouth, play with them.”

  Brynn’s head fell back, pleasure infusing his expression.

  “Good, pump his cock with your hands. And keep these legs open.” He slapped her thigh as she tried to close her legs. She should know by now that wasn’t going to be an option.

  Cain dug two fingers between her legs, swirling them around the entrance to her sheath. He smiled at her moan of appreciation.

  “Lick him, sweetheart. Show him how much you appreciate that hard-on.”

  His own cock throbbed incessantly, demanding release as his mate licked Brynn’s shaft before surrounding his head with her mouth.

  “Now suck him in deep, and don’t let go, no matter what. She slacks off, you tell me, Brynn. And watch your teeth, Dusty.”

  He heard a rumble from her. He slapped his hand down on her bottom. Hard. The sound reverberated around the room, and she went still with shock.

  A red handprint formed on her white bottom.

  “Beautiful,” he sighed. “Don’t stop, sweetheart. This spanking continues until Brynn comes or my arm grows tired.”

  He smacked her repeatedly, listening to Brynn and Dusty groan. After a few minutes, he took a break, sending his fingers down to her pussy to rub and tease.

  “Don’t ever, ever keep anything so important from me again, you hear? I want to know everything that is going on with you, good or bad.”

  Cain continued slapping her bottom until it was a deep, blushing red. Brynn came with a loud shout, his hips pumping as Dusty swallowed him down. He’d lasted longer than Cain thought he would.

  Cain lifted her onto his lap and held her close.

  Dusty squirmed on Cain’s lap, the burning in her bottom making it hard to sit. Each smack of his hand against her butt had stung and burned and had sent an answering jolt through her clit, a wicked desire she didn’t want to deny.

  When Brynn came in her mouth, she’d been relieved, not because the spanking was over, but because now, surely, they’d slake her need.

  “Get the lube and condoms,” Cain ordered Brynn as he stood, helping her find her balance. Brynn returned quickly, squirting lube onto Cain’s fingers.

  Brynn lay back on the sofa, pumping his already-hard cock. Hmm seemed being a demon really did have its benefits. For both of them. His movements were almost lazy as he stared up at her through heavy-lidded eyes.

  “Climb onto Brynn’s lap, facing him.”

  Dusty did as he ordered. She let out a low moan as Cain moved behind them and pushed a finger through the burning cheeks of her bottom into her asshole. She squirmed, but Brynn held her still, his hands on her hips as his mouth descended, licking first one nipple then the other.

  “Oh please,” she moaned.

  “Please what, baby?” Brynn asked against her breast before sucking one nipple into his mouth. Shards of liquid lightning raced through her blood. The two fingers Cain thrust in and out of her ass added to her raging need, pushing her higher.

  “Please, I need you. I need you both.”

  “Is there a chance you could get her pregnant?” Cain asked. Dusty stilled.

  “I’m not sure,” Brynn replied.

  “I don’t think any of us are ready for that. Here, use this.” He passed the demon a condom.

  Brynn shook his head as though to clear it and sheathed his cock in latex.

  Dusty rose, lining his cock up with her pussy. Brynn grabbed her hips again, stilling her.

  She groaned loudly in protest.

  “Not yet, my impatient little minx.”

  Cain moved to stand by her head.

  “Take Cain into your mouth, my own,” Brynn ordered.

  Dusty opened her mouth, and Cain slipped inside, filling her.

  Brynn removed his fingers from her clit, and she groaned around Cain’s shaft. She’d been so close. Orgasm so near she could almost taste it. As Cain slipped out, Brynn drove himself into her pussy. In and out, they filled her, driving her to the brink again and again, stilling when she came close to exploding.

  Cain came first, his cock lengthening, thickening. Dusty swallowed, delighting in the taste of him. She continued to lick him as he slowly pulled himself free. Brynn continued to pump inside her pussy, driving deep until he found his release with a deep moan.

  Dusty whimpered, desperate for some relief from the overwhelming demands assailing her. She wiggled impatiently.

  Reaching down, Cain picked her up, pulling her off Brynn.

  “No,” she protested.

  “Hush, baby,” he murmured huskily, walking with her in his arms until they reached the bathroom. He placed her in the shower, following her in. He bathed them both quickly, his movements brisk and sharp.

  “Cain, damn it,” she moaned as he pulled her from the shower. “I want to come.”

  He raised his eyebrows arrogantly. “You’re being punished, sweetheart. What makes you think you get to come?”

  “This is beyond punishment,” she wailed as he carried her back into the bedroom. Brynn must have washed in another bathroom. His hair was slightly wet as he joined them in bed. “This is just mean.”

  Cain looked at Brynn. “What do you think?” he asked.

  Brynn shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you think she’s learned her lesson?”

  “I have,” she urged. “I have.”

  “What did you learn, sweetheart?” Cain asked.

  “Not to keep anything from you, ever, I promise. I will tell you everything.”

  Cain chuckled and rolled her onto her back. Both men lay beside her. Grabbing a leg each, they parted her thighs. Cain thrust two fingers deep within her pussy while Brynn’s fingers twirled around her clit.

  She closed her eyes, giving over to the delicious sensations. It didn’t take long until she was coming, clamping down on Cain’s fingers, her cries filling the room.

  Now that was an extremely pleasurable end to her punishment.

  Chapter Eleven

  Dusty smiled sleepily as she lay in the bed. Cain l
ay to her right, Brynn was cuddled on her left.

  Cain smoothed her hair back from her face.

  “Really enjoyed that punishment, didn’t you, brat?” He patted her bottom, and she opened her eyes to scowl at him.

  “My butt hurts, what do you think?”

  Brynn chuckled and swiped his fingers through her still moist folds. “I think you loved it. We’ll have to come up with something else to threaten her with when she misbehaves.”

  Dusty growled and sat up to glare down at them. “Listen to the two of you. I am a grown woman, a werewolf, not a cub in need of discipline. No one will be punishing me.”

  Cain pushed her onto her back then loomed over her. “You kept something important from me. That’s not allowed, Dusty. We share everything.”

  “It was my business, not yours.”

  “You are my business. You are my mate. How can I take care of you properly if you keep things like this from me?”

  “I can take care of myself. I won’t be smothered or protected.”

  “And believe me, I respect and appreciate that more than you can know. But I’ll still take care of you, no matter how tough or strong you are. That’s what you do for someone you love. If it ever came down to a choice between my life and yours, I’d choose to protect your life every time.”

  She blew out a frustrated breath. “We’re equals. You’re not supposed to put yourself between me and danger. I can’t work that way.”

  “I love your independence, your strength.” He shook his head. “Brynn and I might fall over ourselves trying to please you, but we both know who’s dominant in this relationship, sweetheart.”

  She snarled at him.

  He let his wolf shine through his eyes. “I wouldn’t test me. Like I said, outside of the bedroom I won’t hover, and I won’t interfere. So long as you don’t take unnecessary risks.”

  “Our job is all about risks,” she growled.

  “No, our job is about protecting the pack. Sure, it has risk. But you, my darling, like to push it. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. You don’t have to prove that you’re tougher than everyone else, Dusty.”

  “I don’t—”

  “Don’t bother lying to me.”

  She sighed.

  “Look, I like that you’re a fighter. I don’t have to worry about you constantly, or I didn’t when I thought you had the wolf’s strength to back you up. Now you’re as vulnerable as a human.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. There was something in his voice as if he were a million miles away.

  “What are you thinking about?” she asked.

  “And who?” Brynn added. “You know, for someone who’s big on having us tell him everything you haven’t exactly shared much of yourself.”

  “What, you mean you don’t already know?” Cain replied sarcastically.

  “Hey,” Dusty protested. “There’s only room in this relationship for two smart-assess. You’re supposed to be the sensible, grounded one. And Brynn’s right, you know. I don’t even know the full reason why you joined this pack. Zachary told us you’d been kicked out of your pack. When I met you I didn’t dare ask, you looked so intimidating.”

  Cain’s eyebrow rose. “I intimidated you? I didn’t think that was possible. You certainly didn’t act like it.”

  Dusty grinned.

  “So why did you come here?” Brynn asked.

  “Because my old Alpha took exception to me killing his son and no other pack would touch me.”

  “What’d he do?” Dusty asked immediately.

  The corner of Cain’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile. “Just like that? No shock? No horror that I killed a packmate. Just what did he do?”

  “Of course. He must have done something horrible. Or was it an accident?”

  Cain leaned over and kissed her.

  “What was that for?” she asked, surprised.

  “For being you. For trusting me. For loving me.”

  “Yeah, well—” She cut herself off, flustered. “Umm, you going to tell the story or what?”

  “Drew and I never got on. I was close to his father, having lost mine when I was younger. Our Alpha took me under his wing and Drew hated that. He was jealous of me. I knew he was angry about how much time his father spent with me, but I never realized how much he truly hated me. We should have been close. Aaron, my Alpha, trained us together, built us into fighters, enforcers.”

  “What happened?” Dusty whispered.

  “I liked this human girl, Kelly. I didn’t tell anyone about her. Aaron wasn’t like Zachary. He wouldn’t have forbidden me to see her, but I was worried about what he’d think. So I snuck away to see her. Drew must have followed me one day. One night I pulled up at Kelly’s house, and when I got to the porch, I knew. I could smell the blood, could smell him. Could hear him hitting her.”

  He paused, staring off into the distance.

  “It’s a bit of a blur, but I must have run through the house because next thing I know I’m in Kelly’s bedroom. He had her tied and gagged on the bed. I pulled him off her. We fought. We were pretty evenly matched, but I was full of rage. I thought I’d knocked him out and I turned to help Kelly. As I was pulling the gag from her mouth, I saw her eyes widen. I was so angry, I didn’t even hear him move. Turning, I saw the knife. We went down together. I don’t really remember it, but when I came back up, he had a knife in his gut.”

  “And you had a slashed face,” Brynn guessed, his gaze on Cain’s scar. Cain ran his finger over his cheek.

  “Yeah.” Cain looked at Dusty, the sadness in his eyes breaking her heart. “I freed Kelly and called the Alpha. Drew lived, but killed himself later in jail.”

  Dusty shuddered. Werewolves convicted of crimes against humans were placed in solitary confinement in a special prison. It was hell. They weren’t allowed to change, weren’t allowed any contact with others. Most went insane.

  “Aaron blamed me.”

  “What bullshit,” Dusty raged. “It was his son who attacked that poor woman. He should have stood by you.”

  “No.” Cain shook his head. “I shouldn’t have been seeing her. Drew was Aaron’s son. It was only right he stood up for him, only right the pack stood behind him.”

  “What happened to her? Kelly?” Brynn asked.

  “I tried to check on her, but she didn’t want to see me.”

  “She should have stuck by you.” Dusty was incensed on his behalf.

  “I put her at risk. She didn’t know I was a werewolf. He used her to get at me. She was delicate, sweet, she didn’t deserve to be terrorized.”

  “And if Cain stayed with his old pack, we’d never have met him,” Brynn pointed out.

  Dusty frowned, still angry, but she had to acknowledge Brynn’s point.

  “I think we would have met. We were meant to be together,” Cain said.

  “I didn’t pick you for a romantic,” Brynn teased.

  “I can’t imagine being with anyone else, and I definitely don’t want to imagine the two of you with someone else,” Dusty said.

  “I feel the same,” Cain agreed. “It doesn’t matter that our mating doesn’t follow the same rules as others. I’m pretty sure we’re the only werewolves with an incubus as a mate.” Cain looked over at Brynn, shaking his head in mock despair.

  Dusty was reassured by his words, their touch. Whatever was between them might not be normal, but truthfully, she wouldn’t have them any other way.

  “You know you’re going to have to tell Cooper about your wolf eventually, right?” Cain asked seriously.

  She nodded. “I know. Just not now. I can’t deal with the repercussions yet. If I tell Cooper, it feels like the final nail in my coffin.”

  “You’re not dying,” Cain growled.

  She smiled a little sadly. “No, but my job as an enforcer is.”

  Cain sighed. “You’ve got a doctor’s appointment next week, right? Maybe you should ask him if he’s heard of this before.”

  “I’m surprise
d you haven’t asked him before this.” Brynn looked at her disapprovingly.

  “She hasn’t kept any of her doctor’s appointments since she was injured,” Cain explained with a stern frown. Brynn mimicked him, and Dusty rolled her eyes.

  “No ganging up on me,” she snapped. “Don’t even think about following his lead,” she said to Brynn.

  He held his hands up, smiling. “I wouldn’t dare.”

  Rolling on top of Brynn, she grabbed his hands and held them above his head. She kissed him, licking from his lips, drinking deep, savoring the taste of him. She raised his hands to the headboard.

  “Hold on tight.”

  He grinned at her. “Yes, ma’am.”

  She pretended to shiver. “Oooh, I could get used to that.”

  “Don’t,” Cain said dryly, rolling onto his side as Dusty slid down Brynn’s body, her mouth circling one nipple. “And you, stop giving her ideas.”

  Dusty let go of Brynn’s nipple to stick her tongue out at Cain. “Grump.”

  “Brat.”

  “Hey, horny demon here.”

  Dusty turned back to Brynn and rolled her hips against his cock. He slid his stiff shaft through her slick folds, and they both moaned.

  “Well, I was going to torture you for a bit,” she said breathlessly as Cain reached up and clasped a breast, teasing her nipple between his fingers. “But I don’t think I can wait.”

  “Then don’t.” Brynn pushed his hips against her. Dusty clasped his thick shaft with her hand, lowering herself onto him slowly.

  “Wait,” Cain demanded and handed over a condom. Dusty quickly sheathed Brynn.

  Brynn rolled them until they were lying on their sides, her back against Cain’s chest, sandwiching her between them.

  As Brynn thrust himself within her, Cain’s firm cock slipped between her ass cheeks. He rubbed against her. She wiggled, trying to get closer as his arm came around and his finger tapped her throbbing clit.

  Each time Brynn drove within her, his chest rubbing against her sensitive nipples, she was pushed back against Cain’s cock. She was being sensually assaulted on all sides. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, she couldn’t move if she wanted to, had no control over the pleasure they were inflicting. Heat sizzled as their bodies danced together.