Dual Embrace: 3 (Shadowpeak Wolves) (27 page)

“How does that feel?” he asked as he thrust the single digit gently in and out.

“Weird, but in a good way,” she told him honestly, shuddering as he pulled his finger out.

“Damn, you’re so hot. I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you, sinking deep.”

Brynn pressed a kiss onto her lower back before nudging the entrance to her pussy with the head of his cock. Thick and heavy, he slowly penetrated her.

“Faster, Brynn,” she demanded.

“No,” he bit out, his voice strained. “We do this at my pace.”

His pace would kill her. She’d die of frustration, she just knew it.

He slid farther inside her, inch by blissful inch, until he was fully seated.

Dusty wiggled, clenching around him, urging him on silently.

“Don’t move,” he growled. She stayed as still as she could, but the feel of him inside her, filling her, had her wanting more, craving the pleasure she knew was within her grasp.

“Touch my clit,” she begged as he drew back then drove into her. He grabbed her hips, holding her slightly off the ground. With each movement, his hard stomach brushed against her tender bottom, his thighs touching hers, the heat of his body setting her nerve endings alight.

“No coming for you this time, my own.”

“Nooooo, I have to.”

“No coming.”

Dusty scowled, staring at her hands, which grasped the seat of the chair tightly. Brynn pumped harder, faster, stilling as he came, his groan filling the room. He settled her gently onto her feet. As soon as she had her balance, Dusty reached down, fingering her clit. She was so close, so very near completion when he grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her pussy.

“Oh you are in so much trouble,” Brynn whispered.

Cain stood watching from the shadows of the cabin. He longed to jump in and join them, his cock so hard he didn’t think just one fuck could ease it. He needed a long, hard night of making love to Dusty to reassure himself that she wasn’t leaving him. That she would be there, always.

He’d acted like an asshole.

Cain hesitated, unsure whether to make his presence known, uncertain what his reception would be. Which wasn’t like him—making decisions, taking command was second nature to him.

If she turned him away then he’d leave. But he’d sleep outside, keeping watch over the two most important people in his life. He couldn’t stay away from them.

As Brynn denied her release, he looked up at Cain and winked. At least he knew Brynn was backing him. He wasn’t sure exactly when he’d let go of his misgivings about their blond-haired mate, but Cain trusted him. He needed him. He was coming to love him. His life wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying without Brynn in it.

And Cain knew Dusty felt the same way. Having another he could rely on to put her first, to care for her, helped him to ease his overprotective tendency.

Usually.

Suddenly Cain knew exactly how he wanted to play this.

Brynn pulled her up to face him and Cain moved from the shadows. Lord, she was beautiful, an absolute goddess and the sweetest part of his life. She’d kill him if he told her that last part, but it was true. She pretended to be hard on the outside, but inside she was soft and loving.

“Cain,” she breathed his name and, impossibly his dick grew harder. Pleasure and heat crossed her face, swiftly replaced with wariness and confusion. He hated that, detested that she didn’t immediately run to him with open arms.

“Misbehaving, are we, darling?” he crooned.

Her brows came together. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you, but I see I’m needed for something much more important.”

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, pulling 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 because he loved seeing that carefree, happy look on Cain’s 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.