Consumed by Wrath: An FBI/Romance Thriller (An FBI/Romance Thriller ~ Book 8) (53 page)

“What is it, Callen?” she asked, drawing her nails down his chest until he moaned. “There will only be truth between us.”

He closed his eyes,
and then finally had the sheer will to open them. “I want hard, rough sex. I want to use you as brutally as I want, with no worries that you’ll stop loving me, or think I’m a horrible person for getting off on it.”

She ran her fingers up his cheek
lovingly. “Your wish shall be my command,” she whispered, reaching up to set him free.

The second the cuffs
were off, Callen sprung at Elizabeth and grabbed her so she couldn’t move.

“I have to have you,” he growled, as he ran his mouth across her body. “I want you so bad, that I want to swallow you in little bites.” As if to punctuate it, he bit down on
the swell of her breast, and he moaned in pleasure, even as she gasped at the shock.

Blackhawk stared at the bite mark in awe.
He knew Callen liked it a little rougher, but he didn't know it was to this extent.

“More
, Callen,” she purred, willing to give him anything that he needed.

His mouth left a trail across her body, and once more he left another bite mark. “I want to see that bruise on your flesh tomorrow and know that you’re mine.”

“Tonight, I’m yours. No holds barred, my love.”

The words offered him reassurance
, as he was hesitant to let the dark out of him.

“I want
the pleasure that comes from just the right amount of pain,” he whispered, locking her wrists together with his much larger hand, as he ripped the back of the bustier apart. The rendering of material excited him. “Will you let me share it with you?”

“Yes,” she
murmured, driven wild by the look of need in his eyes. It was so erotic that she couldn’t possibly say no. Here was one of the loves of her life, and he was sharing something so special with her.

Trust.

Her being helpless drove him to the dark place which he tried to keep hidden from everyone.

He was lost in the moment
.

Releasing her
wrists, he rolled Elizabeth over, to pull the rest of the material from her body. “I want to taste you and then fuck you until I can’t get off anymore. That’s what lives in me, Elizabeth,” he whispered in her ear, as his hands roughly ran across her flesh. When she didn't struggle to stop him, he pushed on. “Will you let me have you anyway I want you?”

Before she could answer, her eyes flickered toward Ethan, as she licked her lips. Again, he was excited
as he watched Callen’s fantasy unfold.

“Look at me
!” Callen ordered. “Answer me!”

“Fuck me, Callen,” she answered. “Take what was always yours to have.”

With that, he began pillaging. “Give me the cuffs,” he hissed, having his brother hand them to him quickly. Without hesitation, he slapped them on her wrists and locked her into the same position that he had been forced to endure.

“Turnabout is fair play, Elizabeth,” he whispered into her ear.

She watched him with heavily lidded eyes. Already, she was desperate to have him touch her. Need vibrated around her.

When
Callen finally had her trapped, he stared down into her face. “Do you trust me?”

She didn't hesitate. “Yes, Callen. I do.”

With that, he reached over to one of the candles beside the bed stand.

Ethan watched him cautiously. Certainly, he wasn’t going to…

Elizabeth’s body bowed as the wax dripped across her flesh. She arched into his body, as the mix of pleasure and pain rocked through her.

Just watching her pale skin with the red wax
splattered across it made him wild with need. He wanted to decorate her with more and share what lived in him with the woman he loved.

When he held it over her breasts, the candle slowly dripped across her nipple. As she again moaned and struggled to move her arms, it made him wild. “I love watching you,” he murmured, leaning down to her lips.

As her icy blue eyes opened, he took the moment to kiss her. Only, he bit her lower lip, hard enough to pull a gasp from her.

“So damn hot,” he whispered,
before violently taking her lips with a crazed hunger. His mouth plundered and orally took hers with such need and urgency.

She couldn’t breathe, as he controlled the kiss. As quickly as it began, it ended.

“Roll over,” he ordered, pulling her onto her knees. When she was in position, her cuffed wrists holding her up, he ran his fingers over the red hand marks on each cheek. “Did you like it?” he asked, watching his brother from the corner of his eye.

“Yes, Callen, I did,” she admitted. Elizabeth stared right into Ethan’s eyes as she said the words. “I love when you both lose your inhibitions and trust me enough to see the real you.”

As she finished speaking, his hand cracked against her flesh, and pulled another startled gasp from her lips.

“I enjoyed that,” he admitted, grabbing the candle once more.

Before she could say anything, she could feel the tip of him trying to gain access to her body. Relaxing, she prepared for him. When she planned this evening, it had been mostly for the men, but now Elizabeth was falling into the pleasure of it all.

This was a night she would never forget either.

Without warning, Callen thrust roughly into her body. She arched and moaned the second he slid into her. There was something so erotic about him taking her and being at his mercy.

God knew this was going to be a very rough ride
for both of them.

Elizabeth moaned in absolute ecstasy, as Callen drove into her wildly, as if he was dying to climb
into her body. “More,” she begged, only to feel the hot sting of wax dripping all over her back.

Callen was in heaven. He longed to feel exactly what she was experiencing. Pulling out of her body, he watched her glance back looking bereft.

“My turn. Set her free, Ethan,” he demanded, waiting for his woman to take his subtle cues. Now, he wanted to feel what she was experiencing.

Ethan did what his brother wanted, and he watched his wife for any signs of distress. When none were present, he relaxed into it and let his brother drive the fantasy.

He had to admit. It was pretty hot.

Callen turned her to face him. He wanted to watch her silky skin
, covered in wax, as he continued his wildest dreams. Placing his hand on the back of her head, he yanked her forward, burying his fingers in her short hair.

She crashed into him, as he dragged her across the bed. S
liding her arms up his shoulders, she dug her nails into his flesh, until he moaned.

“Yessssssssss,” he hissed, reveling in the slight bite of pain, just under the incredible pleasure.
His woman knew him all too well and knew how to please him.

Then, she kissed him. It was full on tongue and teeth and it called to her. When he
got lost in the kiss, she blindly reached over towards a candle, only to have Ethan hand it to her. As she kept Callen busy, she prepared to share the pain that she knew he loved so much.

Pulling away, she stared into his eyes.

Then, she struck.

The hot wax was upended, dripping viciously down his
shoulder and chest, splashing onto hers.

“Oh God!” he moaned, allowing the pain to mingle with the pleasure.
Why he wanted and needed it, he didn't know, but finally he found someone who understood and offered it freely. “Lyzee,” he murmured, as her hand slipped into his hair and she yanked viciously to the side.

A gasp escaped his lips as more wax slid down his chest in red angry rivulets.

“More, Callen?” she purred, running her mouth across it, and flicking the cooling wax off with the tip of her tongue. When he least expected it, she returned the previous favor and bit him.

“Oh shit,” he moaned, as she refused to let his hair go.

“Now, I want you to take me, Callen. I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

His whole body shook at her words
, as his erection throbbed in response. Oh, he most certainly wouldn’t miss this opportunity for anything. Shoving her roughly, he ignored Ethan’s gasp as Elizabeth tumbled backwards. He gave her no time to move, before he lunged back into the warmth of her body.

She was wet.

She was tight.

She was
perfect.

There was nothing quite so erotic
, as him thrusting deep into her body until she moaned with each stroke. When he held her legs open and buried his fingers in her thighs, her whimper made him wilder.

Blackhawk was fascinated and turned on by the loves
of his life, as they were lost in the throes of passion. The pure delight on both of their faces enthralled him. Where he had worried that she would be hurt, it was obvious that wasn’t the case. As if she knew that he was thinking about her, Elizabeth’s hand found him and began stroking his erection.

He too was pulled into the chaos as he
moaned.

Callen heard his brother through the haze of their lovemaking. Seeing Elizabeth offer him pleasure, reminded him of what Ethan had made her do. Pulling out of her, he flipped her
back to her knees. “It’s my brother’s turn. Show him how good you are with that wicked mouth of yours,” he whispered in her ear, along with so many other naughty things. “I want to hear him beg for more, Miss Kitty.”

The moan escaped as she began worshipping
Ethan’s body. As both men found pleasure, she was so close to exploding apart. When she squeezed Ethan gently, he shook. 

“So unbelievable,” he whispered, as he knew what was coming.
She stared up at him with lust filled eyes and he was pretty sure that he was going to explode, right then and there.

Callen’s hand crashed down once more.

It was all it took.

With
one more stroke of her hand, Ethan exploded again, and fell into the bliss. He could feel Elizabeth tumble forward and land across his body. Blackhawk held her, trapped, as Callen continued to revel in his dark fantasy.

As he pounded into her,
she reached back and found Callen’s thigh. The second Elizabeth dug her blood red nails into his leg, his vision went wavy with a kaleidoscope of colors. Pain and intense pleasure collided as he balanced on the edge. With two incredibly hard thrusts, he reached around and roughly ran his fingers over the most sensitive part of her body. She shattered apart and he followed, shouting her name.

T
hen, it all stopped.

Time didn't move.

And neither did they for what seemed like an eternity.

Both men tried to come to grips with what had just happened there in that bedroom.

It was wild.

It was uninhibited.

It was dark and sensual.

It was a Valentine’s Day
that they would never, ever forget as long as they lived.

As they all began floating back to reality, it finally occurred to Callen that he should ask the most important question. “What’s your fantasy, Elizabeth?
” he inquired, as he took in her appearance. She was covered in dried red wax, a mix of sweat and fluid from both men.

It was incredibly erotic.

Ethan followed suit. “Shouldn’t we be giving you something, since this is a wife holiday?”

She stayed pressed between the two men she loved more than anything in life
, and was surprised that they didn't know the answer to their questions. Her laughter filled the room, as they honestly had no clue.

“
You’ve already given it to me. You both are my wildest fantasy. Every day of my life, I get to live it out with two of the sexiest, sweetest, and most generous lovers that ever existed.”

The men grinned
smugly.

“Every day is a holiday for me,” she admitted. “How could it not be?”

The men each gave her a gentle kiss, as they remained twined together in the afterglow.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my sexy bed candy,” Elizabeth
added, snickering.

Ethan slapped her on the ass once more.
“Back at you, Miss Kitty,” he replied.

Callen shook his head. “
Ethan and I are a mess, but you’re a crime scene, Lyzee.”

That made her laugh
, and then she got serious. “Ethan, don’t you dare bring this up in therapy,” she warned him.

He stared at her
, and then roared in laughter. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin. My wife is a very dirty girl.”

~ Chapter Fifteen ~

Chris was nervous as hell.