Demon with Wolves (Shadowpeak Wolves Book 3) Page 20

  She tossed her head back, letting that long mane of glorious red hair slide down her back as she drew her shoulders back. She was magnificent, proud, naked.

  And his.

  He looked at Brynn.

  Theirs.

  “I don’t need you. I can take care of myself.”

  “Looks like you were just denied the right to take care of yourself, sweetheart.”

  “That’s not what I was talking about. I may let you boss me around in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you do it all the time.”

  He took a step toward her. “No, it doesn’t.” He could see the surprise that flared over her face. “But I’m allowed to worry about you.”

  “I’m not an invalid. Just because my wolf has gone on-on holiday, doesn’t mean you can treat me like I’ve lost my brain, like I’m a child who needs constant watching.”

  “I know. I was wrong. And I’m so sorry for treating you that way. But I’m worried about you, baby. It scares me that your wolf isn’t there for you. I’m terrified that you’ll do something reckless, thinking you’re invincible and you’re not. You have to be careful.”

  “I didn’t do anything reckless.”

  He took another step forward, his gaze roaming her lush curves.

  “No, but you weren’t sensible either. You should have at least taken your cell or left a note.”

  She glared at him for a long moment before nodding reluctantly.

  “You’re right. I should have.”

  He arched his brows in surprise.

  Her nipples stiffened as his gaze lingered on her breasts. She shifted her weight back and forth as though trying to ease the ache of arousal.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry that I let my fear for your safety, my instinct to always protect you take over my mind. Fear fed my anger. I love you, baby. I worry about you, and occasionally that worry may make me do and say stupid things.”

  “You can’t act that way in front of others.”

  He knew that. He would never do anything to humiliate her.

  “I would never do that, my mate. I may behave stupidly in front of you and Brynn, but in front of anyone else I would bite my tongue and wait until we’re alone.”

  He swore her lips twitched.

  “And once we’re alone you’d let rip?”

  “Probably.”

  She sighed. “And here I thought you were the calm, sane one in this trio.”

  “Hey,” Brynn objected from behind her, grinning. “I’m calm.”

  Both Cain and Dusty smirked at that and spoke together, “And insane.”

  They smiled at each other, and the tenseness in Cain’s body eased.

  “I’m forgiven?”

  She nodded.

  “Next time, stand your ground, yell, kick, stomp your feet until you’ve gotten my attention. Okay? Please don’t run again.”

  “All right,” she agreed.

  Leaning down, he kissed lips that were softer than silk and more delicious than sin. He pinched both nipples before flicking them with his thumbs.

  “Now,” he said as he leaned back. “I believe you’re owed some punishment.”

  He held back a smile at her gasp, staring over her shoulder at Brynn who was grinning, his relief clear to see.

  “What do you think, Brynn?”

  “Oh, the little minx definitely has some discipline coming her way. She came without permission.”

  “That’s right,” Cain mused. Dusty spluttered, protesting halfheartedly as she twisted her body. But Cain saw her tremble at their words, and it wasn’t in fear. No, she knew she had nothing to fear from either of her mates. Brynn would give his life for hers, as would Cain.

  No, the firecracker was turned-on.

  “How about we take this home, hmm?”

  Brynn sat naked on the armchair in Cain’s—no, he corrected himself—in their bedroom. Dusty lay naked on the bed, her arms bound. The other end of the soft rope around her hands was tied to the headboard.

  Cain fixed the blindfold over her face.

  “Part your legs,” he ordered. She whimpered but did as he’d told her. Cain tied each of her ankles to a corner of the bed, spreading her wide open.

  Delicious.

  Brynn took his erection in hand, rubbing slowly up and down his dick, smearing pre-cum across the head.

  “She looks beautiful,” he commented huskily. Cain looked over at him and winked. How had he found the two of them? How did he even deserve them? Oh, he knew neither one was an angel. Both had blood on their hands.

  Yet they were far, far more than he deserved.

  Brynn’s hand sped up, his shaft pulsing within his grasp. Damn, he was close to coming. Hastily he let go, unwilling to chance climaxing so soon.

  “Looks like Brynn could use your mouth on him, sweetheart,” Cain murmured. Dusty licked her lush lips. Brynn stood and strode slowly over to her, kneeling on the bed beside her head.

  “Do you want my cock in your mouth, hellcat?” he drawled.

  She swallowed. “Oh yeah.”

  He leaned over her, lowering his dick.

  “Now, sweetheart,” Cain said, kneeling beside her. He brushed her hair away from her neck. She shivered as Cain nibbled on the sensitive skin exposed. “I want you to suck off our mate, and make it really good, you hear me?”

  He tapped her nose and Dusty growled, turning her head and snapping her teeth.

  “When aren’t I good?” she asked huffily, as though he’d insulted her.

  “Never, my own,” Brynn said quickly, wanting her mouth surrounding his cock. “You are always amazing.”

  Dusty smiled beautifully, rewarding him.

  Cain chuckled. “Suck-up,” he said good-naturedly.

  “Not at all,” Brynn replied. “I just want her to suck me.”

  Dusty grumbled but reached up, her mouth unerringly finding his cock even though she was blindfolded.

  “My own, that feels incredible, do you know how good that feels? Your mouth is so hot, so slick. That’s it, take me deep.”

  Cain stood and walked over to his toy drawer. Pulling out a plug, he covered it in lube. Brynn grinned, knowing where that was going. Dusty murmured, her tongue running over him. Heat simmered in his lower back, his orgasm within easy reach. But he held himself back through sheer strength of will even as the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat.

  Cain moved between Dusty’s legs, shoving a pillow beneath her hips.

  “Wish I could see what you were doing,” Brynn complained as Dusty gasped at something Cain did. Looking up, Cain smiled and stood, striding quickly over to the corner of the room to pick up the freestanding mirror. He carried it back, positioning it so Brynn could see his every move.

  Dusty’s bottom, still slightly pink, was parted by Cain’s hands as he thrust first one then two fingers into her ass. Brynn pumped his hips. He was desperate to hold off his climax, but it was damn near impossible.

  Cain continued to fuck her ass in long, smooth strokes.

  “Bet that feels so good, doesn’t it? Do you like having your ass finger-fucked?” Brynn asked huskily.

  Dusty’s breathing quickened.

  “I think she’s ready,” he said to Cain, who grinned and picked up the plug. He pushed it slowly into Dusty’s bottom.

  “Push out, my own,” Brynn said, stilling as he watched the plug slowly disappear into Dusty’s ass.

  She whimpered.

  “Nearly there, sweetheart,” Cain soothed. “You’re doing so well.”

  “That is so hot,” Brynn panted.

  Cain leaned forward. “All right, my mate?” he asked huskily.

  Dusty nodded. Brynn could hold off no longer. He let go, pumping into that killer mouth as she sucked and swallowed. When he came, he sank deep, driving his essence down her throat, a seemingly never-ending stream, as though he hadn’t come in years, rather than hours.

  Feeling drained yet exhilarated, Brynn lay beside her and, pullin
g the blindfold from her eyes, leaned down and kissed her.

  Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he kissed her until his head swam and his cock twitched.

  They drew apart, turning to stare at Cain who was watching them silently, his large hand running up and down his cock.

  “You might like to slow down,” Brynn suggested wickedly. He rested his hand on Dusty’s breast, massaging lightly as Cain stroked his thick shaft.

  “Both of you. Watch me,” Cain ordered.

  Brynn narrowed his eyes, staring at Cain thoughtfully. While he agreed with Cain’s dictates when it suited him, he was no submissive.

  Cain grinned at him, his face pure dare. Dusty jolted, but he didn’t have to wonder what had her so surprised. It was the look on Cain’s face, so alive, so full of fun. So unlike the serious man he’d first met.

  Brynn watched as Cain pleasured himself. He loved seeing that carefree, happy look on his face. Dusty leaned back against him, sighing slightly, and he could feel her sheer joy through their tie. The more time he spent with them, the stronger the tie grew.

  He detested every time he had to leave them to return to Hell. Every moment that he was away he thought about them, worried over them, wanted them. But he would not risk their safety. And leaving was the best way he knew to prevent himself from taking too much energy.

  “Seems a shame to waste that,” Dusty commented huskily. She squirmed but never took her gaze off Cain’s cock.

  “You want to suck it, baby?” Brynn asked her.

  “Uh-uh, I want it inside me.”

  Cain raised his eyebrows.

  “But you’ve still got a punishment coming, do you not, my own?” Brynn replied, using his fingers to tweak her already stiff nipples. She threw her head back, pushing her breasts into his hands. Looking down at her, he knew he’d never been this happy in his long life.

  “Hmm, I suppose if you promise not to come, we could get Cain to enter this silky pussy of yours. What do you say, Cain?”

  “She won’t be able to stop herself. She’ll come. And she will get punished twice as hard.”

  “It’ll be worth it,” Dusty replied.

  Brynn saw the answer in Cain’s eyes.

  Grasping the base of the plug, Brynn pulled it from her bottom slowly. She groaned as he drew it out halfway then drove it back inside her, seating it fully in her bottom.

  “Brynn,” she cried.

  “Hush,” both men ordered. But Brynn couldn’t play for long—he was too hungry. He pulled the plug from her bottom, throwing it on the floor. Cain untied her ankles and hands while Brynn grabbed the lube.

  “I want a kiss first,” Cain said and, leaning down, took her mouth with his. When Cain drew back, Brynn handed her the lube.

  “Ready for this, sweetheart?” Cain asked. “Can you take both of us?”

  “Ready?” she panted. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life. Now hurry up and fuck me.”

  Cain stared at her sternly. “Watch it, darling. I’m the one who gives orders around here.”

  Dusty grinned.

  “Cover my dick, my own.” Brynn held himself still as Dusty covered his half-erect cock in lube. He gritted his teeth through the delicious torture as his shaft throbbed incessantly.

  “Enough.”

  Grasping her hips, he turned her, sitting her on his lap as he reclined back against the headboard.

  “Slowly, Dusty, slowly,” he cautioned as she tried to drive herself back onto him. Brynn directed her movements, grabbing his dick to guide it into her bottom. She cried out when the tip entered her.

  “Shh, baby. Just relax and let me in. Breathe out, good girl.”

  Her ass grabbed him, sucking him in. So tight. So hot.

  She stilled when he was halfway inside her, panting heavily. Cain knelt beside them, turning Dusty’s head to take her mouth in a long kiss. She relaxed, and Brynn slipped all the way inside her, burying himself deep in her luscious ass.

  Cain drew back and stood.

  Brynn cupped her breasts, holding them up as an offering to Cain who watched them with hot intent written on his face.

  “Move your legs, my own, rest them over mine.” He opened his legs, spreading her pussy, displaying her secrets to Cain’s glittering stare.

  “Part your lips, show him what he’s missing out on,” Brynn murmured in her ear.

  Watching in the mirror, a rush of arousal made him lightheaded as she pulled apart those lush lips, revealing her moist, pink folds.

  “Look at how beautiful you are. I could come just from watching you alone. But I can’t come yet. Not until our stubborn mate joins us. What do you think he should do first? Lick you? Tease that little clit? Drink down all those sweet juices? Or should he just pound that cock into you, drive himself deep while I make this ass mine.”

  “I think he should do it all,” she said huskily as she circled her plump clit.

  Cain’s eyebrows rose as he glared at them. “You’re teasing the beast, sweetheart. Both of you,” he growled.

  “I know, and it’s so much fun,” Brynn replied with a grin. He placed his hand over Dusty’s, guiding her movements. Cain lay on his stomach between their open legs, shoving Dusty’s hand away before placing his mouth over her pussy.

  Dusty shuddered, and it sent Brynn close to the edge as her ass clenched around him, hot and tight. Damn, it was humiliating how quickly his control disappeared around her.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried out as Cain continued to torment her with his tongue. “That feels so good.”

  “Remember, no coming,” Brynn reminded her. “Or it’ll go twice as hard for you.”

  “Oh God,” she whispered.

  Cain pulled back, thick juice coating his lips. He licked them. Brynn’s breath caught at the sight, his cock twitching with need. If they didn’t get a move on, he was going to embarrass himself horribly.

  Brynn tweaked Dusty’s nipples, playing with them, flicking and pinching in turns. Cain climbed off the bed, his gaze burning with need as he watched them. Dusty rested her head back on Brynn’s shoulder, her eyes closed, her skin flushed with heat and desire.

  Sheathing his cock with a condom, Cain lay back on the bed, crooking his finger at them both. “Come here.”

  Brynn helped Dusty move off his dick and over Cain’s body. He ran his hand over her back as Cain pulled her in for a kiss. Brynn knelt behind her and leaning down, parted her lower lips with his fingers, staring at her pussy. Her juices coated her pink, puffy folds and he couldn’t resist.

  He moved in, taking one long, slow lick. Shit, one taste would never be enough. He swept his tongue from the top of her slit to the bottom, over and over, gathering more of her dew with each passing swipe.

  Sitting back, Brynn squeezed the base of his cock hard, trying to calm himself as Cain lowered Dusty slowly onto his cock. He waited until the other man was fully seated before cupping her ass. “This is one fine ass, my own,” he told her, squeezing her butt, delighting in every groan he elicited from her.

  Brynn pulled her cheeks apart and dipping his head, rimmed her asshole with his tongue. This felt so right. He was meant to be here, with the two of them.

  “Brynn!” she cried out.

  “Keep going, man,” Cain urged him on. “You should feel how wet and hot that’s making her.”

  Brynn pushed the tip of his tongue inside her, holding her hips as she tried to thrust back.

  “You are doing so well, Dusty,” Cain praised her. “Do you know how amazing you are? How glad I am that you’re in my life?”

  Brynn drew back. “Our lives,” he growled as he reached over and grabbed some lubricant, slathering it over his cock and her asshole.

  “Breathe in deep, my own,” he told her, parting her ass cheeks. “Now let it out slowly.”

  He had to move slowly, pushing inside her inch by agonizing inch. With Cain’s dick in her pussy, she was incredibly tight. Hot. Delicious.

  “Oh my God. Brynn! Cain! I’m so ful
l,” she cried out.

  Her ass caressed him hotly. Brynn gritted his teeth, pausing.

  Don’t come yet. Don’t come yet.

  Cain withdrew then thrust forward. Brynn and Dusty groaned together.

  “Are you are trying to kill me?” Brynn complained as he drew back then pressed back in.

  Cain chuckled. “If you die, we’ll go together. And we’ll die damn happy. Kiss me, sweetheart, I need to taste you.”

  Brynn continued to move, small, gentle thrusts at first. But gradually he sped up, unable to help himself. Dusty drew back from Cain’s lips, turning her head to the side. Brynn leaned down and kissed her cheek.

  “Clench down on him, my own,” Brynn ordered. “Milk that thick cock, drive him insane.”

  A wicked grin crossed her lips.

  “Goddamn,” Cain yelled. “Christ, that’s too much. I’m going to come.” Cain pushed up as Brynn drew back. They worked together, as though they’d been doing this with each other for years.

  Dusty cried out, her head thrashing, her whole body shuddering violently.

  “God, you’re hot, sweetheart. Hot and sweet,” Cain groaned. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

  Cain came, letting out a yell of satisfaction. Dusty clamped around him, a tight vise around Brynn’s dick that had him at the point of no return. His balls were sizzling, almost painful with the need for release. Pleasure washed over him, flooding him, and he came in a huge rush, his head spinning.

  The world became thick and hazy as he concentrated on breathing, on regaining some of his mind. Cain’s sexual energy filled the room, a drug that Brynn longed to take. But he forced himself to control it, to take only the tiniest bit from his mate.

  With a soft sigh of regret, Brynn withdrew from Dusty’s ass carefully and rolled onto the bed with a groan.

  “I’m spent, dead, never to be resurrected.”

  He opened one eye to glare at his mates who were laughing.

  “I bet in ten minutes, that’ll be making a liar out of you.” Dusty nodded at his now flat cock.

  “Nuh-uh, I’ve had it, my cock has had it. It’s retired for the night.”

  Dusty sat up. “Well, that’s too bad. Guess you’ll just have to come up with another way of pleasuring me. I didn’t come if you’ll remember.”