Dual Embrace: 3 (Shadowpeak Wolves) (30 page)

“I will. I promise.”

She cuddled into Brynn, frowning at how chilled he was.

“You’re cold. You need energy.”

“I’m fine.”

She rolled against his body, brushing her breasts against his chest.

“Brynn,” she said huskily, “are you going to turn me down?” She licked her lips, nearly smiling at the way his gaze was caught. His cock swelled against her stomach.

He shook his head.

“Really? You’d turn me away?” She stood, stripping off her top then her bra. Both men’s gazes locked on her breasts. Using her thumb, she rubbed her nipple, her eyelids fluttering as pleasure swept through her.

Brynn groaned. “It would take a stronger demon than me to resist you.”

Cain chuckled. “I’d give up trying to resist her, my friend. She’s going to tempt you every time.”

Grinning, she opened her eyes to find Brynn in front of her. He helped pull off her pants and panties.

Dusty slowly took his shirt off, savoring the sight of his chest as it was gradually bared to her gaze. Pale and well-defined, he had no chest hair, his skin smooth and silken. Dusty leaned in and licked one nipple.

From the corner of her eye she saw Cain leave the room. Her attention was drawn back to Brynn as he shuddered.

His breath hissed out between his teeth as she bit down on his nipple sharply. Crossing to his other nipple, she lapped it with her tongue as she reached for his belt. As quickly as she could with hands that shook, she undid his belt and pants.

As she pushed his pants down his legs, Cain came up beside them.

“Bend over, baby.”

She took a deep breath as she saw the butt plug he held in one hand, a bottle of lube in the other. Brynn rubbed her back as she leaned over and placed her hands on the couch.

Cain pushed one finger into her ass, pressing deep. Dusty gasped, her body instantly heating. He moved her up to two fingers, in and out as she drew in deep breaths.

Brynn flicked her clit, making her tremble. “Here it comes, hellcat,” he whispered. “Push back, you’re doing so well. Take it in. That is so sexy.”

Dusty groaned as the plug was slowly but steadily pushed inside her. Her bottom flared. It stung to start but the slight pain was soon overwhelmed by deep pleasure.

They helped her stand, holding her until she was steady on her feet.

Cain kissed her neck. “Ready to take care of Brynn?”

Dusty turned, looking over at her blond mate, his skin gleaming against Cain’s dark tone. Dusty knelt to pull his pants off fully. As she rose, Cain placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.

“While you’re down there, baby…”

Brynn let out a chuckle as Dusty snapped her teeth at Cain. Brynn turned her, sitting her on the sofa, then stood between her open legs. Dusty eagerly shifted her attention to Brynn’s shaft, standing erect and thick against his stomach. She licked her tongue over his cock, tracing lines and ridges carefully until she reached the head. Grasping the base with her hand, she sucked him into her mouth.

“Good, my own. That feels so incredibly amazing. Damn. I wish this could last forever.”

Grasping his balls lightly, she let him plop out of her mouth. “Might be a bit hard to get anything done,” she joked. “Having me attached to your cock all day.”

“Be worth it though,” he sighed.

She descended on him again as Cain lay on the sofa on his stomach, his face in her lap. Dusty shuddered as he licked her clit firmly. She had to force herself to concentrate on Brynn as Cain teased her, driving her up toward her peak, his tongue playing a fast, heady tune on her clit. The plug in her ass only added to her pleasure, making her moan each time she shifted and it moved deep inside her.

So close. So close. Her breath came in sharp gasps as she took Brynn’s cock deep, swallowing. Cain rose as Brynn took a step back.

“No,” she cried. “I was so close.”

“Not yet, sweetheart.” Cain lifted her, placing her on her hands and knees on the sofa. Brynn stood at the end so she could reach his cock again as Cain thrust inside her pussy.

“Keep sucking, sweetheart. I want Brynn to come when I do. Make him feel so good.”

Dusty resumed the blowjob with renewed vigor. Each time Cain drove forward, it pushed her onto Brynn’s shaft and made her clench down on the plug in her ass, sending shivers of delight through her. Brynn groaned, shuddering.

“That feels too good. I can’t last much longer, I’m going to come,” Brynn warned. Dusty sucked harder, hurriedly swallowing his load.

Cain stiffened behind her, sliding inside her twice more before he found his release.

“You lost some, my own,” Brynn commented. Dusty glared up at him but he just smirked. “Better lick me clean.”

“No.”

A smack landed on her butt. Sighing as though it were a great imposition, she slowly licked his shaft, gathering up his remaining seed. By the time she finished, his cock was fully erect again.

Cain stood, pulling her up, sitting on an armchair with her on his lap.

“Spread your legs,” Cain whispered in her ear as Brynn looked on, rapt. “Let’s give our mate a little show, yeah?”

She nodded.

“Don’t take your eyes from his,” he ordered in a louder voice. Using both hands, he spread her lower lips wide.

“Have you ever seen a pussy so beautiful?” he asked Brynn.

Brynn shook his head. “Never. It is pink and perfect and most importantly, wet. It is always wet for us, is it not, my own?”

“And only us, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Again, Dusty could only nod.

“What would you like me to do, Brynn?” Cain asked. Dusty gave a jolt of shock. Cain was not one to give up control.

Brynn’s eyes flared and he sat back in a lazy pose, although she saw the way his breath quickened. “Circle her clit, but lightly, we don’t want her getting too excited.”

Dusty glared at Brynn, who smiled innocently. Cain’s chest moved against her back but he didn’t let any sound of his laughter out.

“Keep your hands at your sides, hellcat,” Brynn purred as Cain lightly touched her clit.

“Look at that pretty little clit,” Brynn murmured. “Is it swelling, my own? Are you enjoying Cain’s touch?”

“No,” she gritted out between clenched teeth.

“No?” He peered at her with fake innocence.

“I need more.”

“But we’re just starting, my own.” He looked up at Cain. “Perhaps we started on her pussy to soon. Pinch those gorgeous nipples.”

Dusty cried out as Cain pinched both her nipples.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No? Well, it is what I want. Now part your lips, my own, but no touching your clit, not unless you want a repeat of the other night. I’ve put fresh batteries in the vibrator.”

As much as she’d enjoyed herself the other night, she couldn’t cope with another like that so soon. It might very well kill her.

“Lovely. How do Cain’s fingers on your nipples feel, my own? Is he pinching them hard enough?”

“Y-yes,” she groaned as Cain increased the pressure. “God, he’s killing me.”

“Good. Do you like being on display?”

“Urgh, yes, you jerk, I like being on display. Let me come, will you?”

Brynn clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “Always so impatient.”

Cain laughed. “I don’t think you’ll ever cure her of that.”

“I think you’re right.” Brynn shook his head but he was smiling. “Now, I want you to thrust two fingers inside your sheath, hellcat. Good, don’t move them though.”

Dusty whimpered. Cain’s touch on her nipples was becoming too much, sensation overload. All she wanted to do was thrust her fingers in and out of her sopping sheath, to flick her thumb over her clit until she shattered. Instead she was stuck, unable to move, unable to bring herself relief.

“You look magnificent, both of you. Darkness and light. Beauty and beast.”

“Hey!” Cain protested halfheartedly while Brynn winked.

“Who said you’re the beast?”

“Hey!” Dusty protested, even if she ruined it with her grin.

Brynn knelt before her. “Give me your fingers, hellcat.”

She drew her fingers out, holding them up. His tongue darted out and licked them, a look of such intense rapture on his face that she couldn’t help but stare. Then Brynn thrust his tongue into her pussy while Cain moved his fingers from her nipples to tease her clit.

Dusty let out a sharp cry, swaying at the incredible sensation. She lost herself in overwhelming bliss, her world shattering around her as it became a blurring mass of color.

She slumped back against Cain, who hugged her close.

“No one could ever mistake you for anything but beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear.

Brynn leaned down and kissed her. “And you’re never more beautiful than when you’re naked in our arms.”

Dusty drew Brynn in, hugging both of her men tight.

* * * * *

Dusty stomped into The Blue Bar, well, as much as she could with a limp. She was trying to appear grumpy and out of sorts. It wouldn’t have been hard a few weeks ago, hell, she wouldn’t have had to pretend—back then she was grouchy and bitchy. But now she found it ridiculously hard not to break out into a grin.

Damn men, they’d actually made her happy.

She knew Brynn was near. He was keeping himself completely hidden so as not to distract her. But she knew he’d be there in a flash if she needed him.

He wouldn’t interfere unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Good crowd,” she commented to the bartender, James, as he poured her a beer.

He nodded. “Haven’t seen you around much lately.”

She snorted. “Yeah, I’ve been kept busy. I’m being smothered with overprotectiveness.”

James grinned at that. “Nobody can keep you out of trouble, gorgeous.”

She winked at him, smiling. “Got that right.”

Saluting him with her beer, she turned her attention on the room.
Time to get to work.

After an hour, she decided to start in on her complaining.

“Man, do you know how bad things have been for me the last few weeks?” she directed the words to James but spoke loudly enough to draw plenty of attention. “All these boring, mundane tasks they’ve made me do. And the worst thing is, Laney’s getting ready to go off somewhere hot and tropical on vacation and I have to stay at home and house-sit. Blows, I tell ya.”

Most of the town knew who Cooper and Laney were. As part of Cooper’s plan to assimilate the pack into the human world, more of the pack were now coming into Landon. Or they had been before this latest threat to pack security.

The man next to her couldn’t take his gaze away from her breasts. Dusty hoped he wasn’t one of Laney’s tormentors because he was going to be too hungover in the morning to remember anything.

“Still, guess it means I’m free of their demands for a while. Tomorrow night I’ll be a free woman.”

“Yeah?” The guy next to her turned to look at her. “You wanna hook up?”

“Ssure,” she slurred.

Nuh-uh, not in this lifetime, pal.

“Fuck.” She looked at her watch, pretending to be angry. “I gotta go. I’m late. See ya.” She smacked a drunken kiss on the man’s cheek, quickly hiding a grimace of disgust as he groped her ass. Ick. Her skin crawled as she pretended to stumble out the door. She kept the act up until she reached her Jeep.

Once she was inside, Brynn appeared in the passenger seat.

“I’m driving,” he said as she started the Jeep.

“What? Are you kidding?”

“No. You’ve been drinking.”

“No way. I’m not drunk. I only had two. I was pretending to be drunk.”

He was silent, his arms folded across his chest as he glared.

Dusty sighed. “You know, you’ve been hanging around Cain too much. What if someone sees you driving after that performance I just gave? And can you even drive?”

“No one will see me driving. I’ll make sure of that. And I don’t need to know how to drive. Just keep your hands off the steering wheel.”

The car started, the handbrake dropped and the Jeep inched forward.

“Now that’s just freaky,” Dusty muttered as she sat there, slightly terrified, while Brynn drove without touching a thing. Without even being in the driver’s seat.

He shrugged.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Wrong? Why should anything be wrong?”

She peered at him out of the corner of her eye. Oh something was definitely wrong.

“I thought it all went quite well myself.”

“Quite well, yes, I am sure you did,” he replied.

“Damn it, Brynn, stop repeating what I say and tell me what the problem is.”

They had left the outskirts of town by now and were traveling toward the estate. Dusty deliberately didn’t look at the steering wheel turning by itself.