Dual Embrace: 3 (Shadowpeak Wolves) (19 page)

Brynn smiled. “And I do not either. Not another thousand.”

He was a thousand years old? Wow.

A sudden thought occurred to her. “Are you planning on sleeping with others? On getting your energy needs from them? Because that is one thing I will not stand for.”

He looked surprised. “No. The thought of touching another is repugnant to me. If I need more than I can get from the two of you then I will return to Hell to replenish my energy levels.”

Standing, she walked over and took his hand. “Good. Because cheat on us and I will chop off your balls.”

She let go of Brynn to take Cain’s hand.

“Now, my bath’s getting cold and I need someone to scrub my back.”

“Do you think he’s coming?” Dusty stared at Cain as he knelt beside the bath. She sat in the warm water, tense, listening.

“I don’t know. But there is nothing more we can say or do. It’s up to him. Here, let me wash your back,” he offered.

“Allow me.”

They both looked over as Brynn stepped into the room. He knelt beside Cain. Both of them were so different—Cain, with his chocolate-colored skin, his ragged scar, tall, muscular and quiet. She knew he’d always be there, always strong and firm.

Then there was Brynn, full of the devil. Literally. Slighter, more fine-boned than Cain, he looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

Brynn ran a cloth over her back slowly. A shiver raced through her and she was definitely not cold.

“When I left, I tried to pretend you both meant nothing to me.”

“Didn’t work, did it?” Cain asked. Soaping up his hands, he smoothed them over her breasts. Brynn drew closer until he was shoulder to shoulder with Cain.

“Take your tops off,” Dusty demanded. Not that she had any problems being the only one naked, but she loved looking at them, and she wanted to touch them. Skin to skin.

Brynn’s shirt disappeared. Reams of silken, creamy skin filled her vision, making her mouth water. Reaching out, she placed her hand on his chest.

Her attention shifted as Cain pulled his t-shirt over his head. Her other hand came around and touched his hard muscle. As her palm brushed his skin, a shock wave of pleasure raced through the three of them.

Breath erupted from her lungs.

“Will that ever ease?” she gasped.

“With time,” Brynn replied, his body tense under her hand.

Cain stood and pulled her up, drying her quickly before swinging her up into his arms. “How about we move into the bedroom?” he said huskily.

Cain drew Dusty onto his lap as Brynn walked into the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe, staring at them. Cain had deliberately put some distance between them. Not because he didn’t want Brynn here. His increased arousal was proof against that. But this time, he wanted to keep a clear head. At least for a start.

If he insisted, he knew Dusty would turn her back on the blond demon. But it was his job to give Dusty what she needed. And she needed Brynn. And Cain needed him too.

There was something about Brynn that called to him. Not the other man’s beauty or personality, but something deeper. He wondered at the attraction. He’d participated in ménages before but had never really been sexually interested in men.

It confused him, confounded him, but he and Brynn would have to come to some sort of understanding

That didn’t mean he would just roll over and accept Brynn.

“Split your legs for him, sweetheart. Show off your beautiful pussy. Tempt him, delight him.”

Dusty shifted her legs until they were over Cain’s. He parted them slowly, making sure he didn’t stretch her sore leg.

With his free hand, he slowly pulled her lips apart.

And felt nothing but satisfaction as Brynn’s gaze zeroed in on her lush folds, his eyes sparkling.

“Oh Lord,” she cried.

Brynn raised his eyes from her pussy to stare at them. “You sure you both want to do this?”

Cain flicked his finger over Dusty’s clit. She wiggled on his lap. Circling her waist with his arm, he held her steady.

“Yesss,” she hissed. “I want this.”

“And you?” Brynn looked at Cain.

The wolf pushed forward, impatient at all this talk—the beast had no problem with Brynn being here, touching their mate.

“I’m sure,” he said firmly.

“Ohh…”

Cain grinned as Dusty shuddered. He kissed her shoulder.

“Look at these beautiful nipples. See them pebbling? I bet they want to be touched. Don’t they, Dusty?” He kept his finger moving over her clit as he spoke. His cock was so hard he feared he’d come before it ever got near that lush pussy.

“Well?”

“Yes, touch them,” she said demandingly.

“I think I need both hands for that, don’t you? Shall I stop playing with your clit?”

She arched against him. “No…yes…I don’t know. Don’t make me think.”

Cain bit down on the spot where her shoulder met her neck and her low cry filled the room. Brynn watched them silently—hunger written in the taut lines of his body.

“You know,” Cain said. “I think if you ask him nicely, Brynn would take care of your hungry little pussy while I give your nipples the attention they deserve.”

Dusty tensed a little.

“Yes,” she agreed as he ran his fingers up and down her plump, moist folds.

“If you want it, you have to ask for it,” Cain replied firmly. Dusty stared at Brynn.

“Brynn, touch me, please,” she asked as Cain cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her stiff nipples.

“What would you have me do, my own?” Brynn asked, coming to kneel between their parted legs.

“Lick me,” she demanded. “Make me come.”

A surge of satisfaction filled Cain. He pinched Dusty’s nipples and she let out a long, low cry. Cain wished he could see what Brynn was doing to their mate.
Their mate.
He stilled for a long moment. Dusty turned her head to look up at him, a question in her eyes. He kissed her reassuringly.

Their mate.

He couldn’t deny how right that sounded.

“Oh God, I need to come.”

Cain kissed her ear. “Then come, my mate,” he whispered.

Dusty’s breath hitched and she arched, her whole body shuddering with her release.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. “So sexy. I can’t wait to get inside you.”

Cain lifted her, laying her back on the bed. Stripping quickly, he lay on his side beside her. He loved her like this, lazy with release, her red hair a fiery cloud surrounding her long, curvy body. Clasping one full breast in his hand, he held it up to Brynn.

“Taste.” He didn’t care how harsh he sounded. His need to take her and to watch her be taken was intensifying.

Brynn knelt on her other side and, leaning in, took her nipple in his mouth, sucking.

“Oh,” she sighed as Cain dipped his head and did the same to her other nipple. She reached her hand around and clasped the back of his head, holding him to her. Cain played, nipping, lapping and worshipping the hard little nub until she was letting out wordless moans of need, her hips undulating against the bed.

“Oh Cain, Brynn,” she cried, her body arching, pleasure etched on her face.

“Isn’t she breathtaking?” he asked Brynn.

Brynn nodded, his eyes filled with dark desire.

“Kiss him, Dusty,” Cain ordered.

“What?”

He pulled her up so she sat between them.

“Kiss Brynn.”

She leaned in, swiping her mouth across Brynn’s. Pitiful.

Cain growled. “Like you mean it.”

Dusty shot him a temper-filled glance. He bit back a grin.

“Uh-uh, do as I tell you.”

“Or what?” she asked snarkily.

“Or I’ll put you over my knee and spank that delightful ass of yours. Then you can kiss him with your bottom all pretty and pink.”

Her jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Wouldn’t I? You have five seconds, sweetheart.”

Dusty stared at Cain before looking over at Brynn.

“One.”

She narrowed her gaze.

“Two.”

She blew out a deep breath.

“Three.”

Dusty took Brynn’s face in her hands and kissed him. Impossibly, Cain’s dick grew harder, throbbing painfully as he watched the two of them, lips joined, their bodies grinding against each other. Brynn embraced Dusty, holding her close to his chest as he ate at her mouth. When they drew apart, both were breathing heavily.

“Very nice. Very hot.” Cain almost laughed at the look of surprise on Dusty’s face. She was off balance.

In the bedroom, Cain was in charge and both of them needed to know that. He couldn’t suppress his need for control when he was this aroused—this on fire. And if he drove things then Dusty would know, without a doubt, that this was what he wanted as well.

“Strip him,” Cain ordered.

Brynn stood as Cain nudged Dusty over to the edge of the bed. When she was on her feet, he slapped her heavily on the backside. “Do as you were told.”

She sent him a simmering look over her shoulder, one that clearly promised retribution. Oh if only she knew he wasn’t kidding. One day soon she was going over his lap and he was going to turn that pale, beautiful bottom into a blushing hot orb.

Cain leaned back against the headboard, feeling surprisingly relaxed as he watched his mate strip another man of his clothes. Moving slowly, she drew the process out, caressing Brynn’s skin as she went. She looked over at Cain a few times as if to judge his reaction.

He knew she’d be able to see the heat in his eyes.

Dusty’s excitement scented the room. Blood pounded through his body, arousal beating through his balls.

“Run your fingers over his nipples. Taste them, play with them, make him hot.”

She followed his direction to the letter and Cain grabbed his own dick, running his hand up and down the shaft as Dusty rubbed her hands over Brynn’s chest, fusing her mouth to one of his nipples.

“Kiss down his stomach but don’t take his cock into your mouth, not yet.”

She followed his order. Cain squeezed his cock, holding back his orgasm.

“Move the footstool before him and sit on it.” He didn’t want her kneeling for long periods on her leg. “Now lick his balls, take them in your mouth and play with them. Beautiful, so beautiful.”

Cain ran his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading pre-cum as he watched Dusty suck Brynn’s long, pale dick into her mouth.

“Now suck on him, hard. That’s it. Move up and down, cup his balls. Good. Shit, I can’t wait any longer. Make him come, baby.”

Dusty sped up, her cheeks caving in as she sucked hard. Brynn let out a shout of satisfaction, his hands entangled in her hair as he came.

“Good girl.”

Dusty turned. The warmth and approval in Cain’s eyes filled her heart. Boy, she had it bad. She stood, holding on to Brynn for support. Cain reached over and gathered her up next to him.

Cain kissed her and she melted. Pulling back, he ran his thumb across her lips, his gaze tender.

“Tired?” he asked.

Dusty looked down at his stiff cock and licked her lips.

“Nope.”

“Good. I can’t wait any longer. Lie on your stomach between my legs. I want that hot mouth on me.”

Her clit tingled as she followed his order.

“Lean in and lick it, start at the base and work your way up.” His voice was quiet, almost gentle. “That feels incredible, amazing. You look so gorgeous with your tongue on my dick. Suck the head now, sweetheart.”

He groaned and her confidence grew.

“Caress my balls.”

Cupping him, she squeezed lightly.

“That’s it. So good.”

Dusty could hear the strain in his voice as she sucked him in as far as she could.

“Again, keep sucking. That’s it.”

He thrust his hips as she moved her mouth up and down.

“I’m going to come soon.”

Dusty loved the feel of him in her mouth, thick and luscious.

“You’re going to suck every drop down, aren’t you, baby?”

She moaned around his cock, unbelievably aroused. His words surrounded her, drawing her into a cage of pleasure from which she never wanted to escape.

“Get ready, sweetheart.”

When he came, she swallowed his salty essence, glorying in his loud groan.

As Cain came in Dusty’s mouth, Brynn’s cock stirred, ready to go again. He didn’t need any recovery time, a benefit of being an incubus.

He’d never followed another’s rules or orders, not even during sex. Yet following Cain’s direction in the bedroom, watching him dominate Dusty was incredibly hot.