Dual Embrace: 3 (Shadowpeak Wolves) (24 page)

“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, even though there was no need. 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. I’m guessing Drew must have followed me one day. I don’t know. 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 close to losing control of the wolf I hadn’t even heard 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. God, what a mess. 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 he’d 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. No other werewolf has 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. At the moment I can keep thinking that eventually I’ll get better, I’ll get my life back. But 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 surprised 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.

“You’re so beautiful. If I could keep you like this always, I would,” Cain whispered huskily in her ear.

Brynn let out a loud hiss.

“Does he feel good inside you, Dusty? Filling you? Are you all slick and wet for him?”

“She is. She’s sucking me inside her. I won’t last,” Brynn cried out.

“Lift your leg over her hip,” Cain ordered. As Brynn moved, Cain grabbed her hand, pulling it down to Brynn’s balls. Cain placed her hand on his sac.

“Play with him, babe. Make him come with a bang.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” Brynn moaned, moving faster as Dusty cupped his balls. He stiffened, going still, his cock pulsing as he came.

Dusty clamped down on him hard.

Her own orgasm caught her by surprise, speeding through her as she arched between them. They held her close, whispering soothingly as she cried out, shuddering.

Coming down off the high, she opened her eyes to find them staring down at her in concern. She smiled weakly.

“Now that’s a sight a girl could get used to.”

She stared down at Cain’s stiff cock, poking into her side. “Hmm, seems like we’ve neglected someone.”

She pushed him onto his back, rolling between his legs. Daringly, she looked up at Brynn.

“Want to help me?”

Brynn stilled, hardly believing what he’d heard. Sure, he and Cain had kissed, but that didn’t mean he was ready to go further. Was he? More importantly, was Cain?

Brynn stole a glimpse at the man before him, letting his gaze roam over skin the color of smooth, milky cocoa. Muscle rippled as Cain shifted, drawing his legs farther apart. Looking at the thick erection nestled in a light sprinkling of hair, Brynn’s mouth watered.

Yeah, he wanted to do this.

He looked up at Cain.

“Well, that gaze is filled with promise,” Cain said lazily. “I hope you’re going to deliver.”

There was no order, no expectation, just husky arousal.

Brynn lay along Cain’s body, joining his tongue with Dusty’s, running it along one side of Cain’s dick.

Hot, salty, delicious.

He licked slowly, thoroughly, enjoying every moment. Reaching the head, he drew it into his mouth carefully, sucking strongly, moving down until his lips hit Dusty’s hand where she’d grasped the base of Cain’s cock, pumping him.

Brynn left Cain’s cock to concentrate on playing with his balls as Dusty took him deep, bobbing confidently. Brynn licked Cain’s scrotum just as he felt a warm hand surround his own dick. Stilling, he looked down his body to find Cain’s palm around him.

How Cain was able to concentrate on anything but the pleasure of Dusty’s mouth, Brynn didn’t know. But he wasn’t going to complain. He wiggled his body closer, making it easier for Cain to reach him as Brynn went back to playing with the wolf’s balls.

Cain let out a loud gasp. He was close. His grasp weakened as his hips began to thrust. Brynn drew back to watch Dusty swallow Cain deep, her throat working frantically as he came in her mouth.

Cain collapsed, panting, sweat adding a light shine to his skin.

“Come here, both of you,” Cain ordered.

Brynn turned as Cain kissed Dusty then tucked her into his side. He turned to Brynn, pulling him in next to him, taking his mouth in a rush of heat.

“Thank you. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Anytime,” Dusty murmured. She dragged herself over Cain. Brynn moved back, letting her settle between them.

“You know what’s funny? Out of the bedroom, you’re the quiet one,” she patted Cain’s chest, “and you like to talk,” she grinned at Brynn. “But here it’s the opposite.”

“You complaining?” Cain asked.

Leaning up on one elbow, she kissed him. “Never. You okay?” she asked Brynn as she pulled his arm over her.

“Yes, I am.”

More than okay. He felt wonderful.

* * * * *

Brynn wasn’t used to feeling fear. But he felt it now. Fear he’d stuff up and take too much of their energy. Fear they’d wise up and tell him to get lost. Fear he’d lose them.

He was close to sweating as he walked toward the kitchen where Cain was moving around.

His hunger for Cain was a surprise to him. Not because Cain was a man. Demons didn’t have the same hang-ups humans did about sexuality. Brynn had been with many men and women. Although he preferred a woman’s curves and softness.

No, it was the way the hunger grew. His obsession with Dusty had quickly escalated from curiosity to full-blown arousal. But with Cain it was a slower buildup.

And yet no less intense.

Did Cain feel the same way? Did he only want Brynn because of Dusty?

He wasn’t used to caring so much about someone else’s feelings. It was damn inconvenient. If this was how humans lived constantly then he didn’t know why more didn’t end up in asylums.

“You going to stand there all day or are you going to ask me about whatever is whirring around in your brain?” Cain asked grumpily.

Brynn stepped into the kitchen and sat across from Cain as he ate his breakfast.

“Well, what’s going on?” Cain asked, staring at him calmly.

Brynn forced himself to look at him. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night.”

Cain sat back with a sigh. “Do we have to?”

Brynn’s heart seized. “No.”

“Brynn.” Cain leaned forward. “It’s not that it didn’t mean something to me. It did. A lot. But do we have to talk about it, overanalyze it? I mean, we both know we care about each other. The three of us are in this together. Can’t we just go with what feels right?”

Brynn nodded in relief.

“Have you ever been interested in men before?” Brynn asked carefully.

Cain stared at him. “You’re worried I only want you because of the bond.” Cain looked down at his hands for a long moment before meeting Brynn’s gaze with his own chocolate-brown one.

“I’ve never been interested in men before. Never really thought of sleeping with a man. You’re the only man for me, Brynn. Is it because of the bond? Yes, I guess so. Does it matter? No. Not to me. There’s no need for you to feel guilty about this. If you’d done it intentionally then I might be mad, then you could indulge in guilt. But you didn’t. And now you’re a part of us, a part of me. I’m attracted to you. How far we’ll take it, I’m not sure. But we don’t have to rehash it over and over like a soap opera. I feel good about what we are. I’m happy, isn’t that what matters? I mean, unless you’re unhappy?”