Marks on My Skin (Love & Ink #1) (23 page)

I was a little nervous at the prospect of dripping hot wax on Shayne, but with both of them watching me I steeled my resolve and lit the candle. A few test drips on my wrist confirmed I was holding it much too close. I winced and held it a little higher.
Much better.

“You’ll want to stay away from very sensitive areas, like her pussy—but since that’s currently occupied, that isn’t too much of a concern.” Darren had another candle lit in his hand and held it over one of her breasts. He tilted it and red wax speckled her her chest. Shayne’s nostrils flared and she sucked in a deep breath. He tilted the candle again and it dripped down her inner thigh. “The back, the breasts, the thighs, the abdomen, and the ass are all good places though.”

He dripped more scarlet wax over her other breast and I moved behind her, kneeling down. She arched her back and I tilted the candle, dripping wax down the curve of her arse. A muffled whimper escaped her and the sound ran straight to my groin. Unable to help myself, I dragged my teeth over her shoulder, and followed it with more droplets of wax.

She wriggled as Darren dripped more wax onto her chest and I stood, watching her squirm and tug at her chain. Darren looked at me and blew out his candle and I did the same with mine. Putting them aside, he hauled Shayne to her feet. She wavered slightly. He grabbed one of the rings on the back of her harness to keep her upright and pulled her toward the lift.

“Don’t drop that chain.” Darren warned. Shayne’s eyes fluttered closed as he attached the lift hooks to the back of her harness and her long black lashes swept against her cheeks. I reached a hand out, tracing the dried wax that ran down her chest. Her eyes fluttered open again and she looked at me, eyes drowsy and dreamlike. My breath caught as I took her in. Bared, vulnerable, no walls surrounding her. She was beautiful. Behind her, Darren ran his fingers through the falls of a black leather flogger, then dragged them across her arse.

“Keep your eyes on Kieran, Shayne.” He ran the falls over her arse again, then twirled his wrist, bringing it down against her skin. “It’s good to alternate, from light hits, to harder ones. Keeps your sub alert and in the zone, so to speak. Releases those happy little endorphins and adrenaline in waves too.”

The leather falls hit her skin again with a solid
thwack
. Shayne tensed and her eyes rolled back with a whimper. Blood rushed down to my crotch and I moved closer to her, cupping her cheek.
Would I really be able to do this? Share her?
She smiled, a sweet smile, and pressed her cheek against my palm.
For her, maybe I could.

Darren flogged her again and she jerked forward, tossing her head back with a low moan. I curled my finger around the chain of her nipple clamps and slid it out of her mouth, giving it a gentle tug. Lust flooded through her gaze and I bit back my own moan at the sight of it.

“So,” Darren started casually and brought the leather down across her arse again. “I was just thinking, Shayne. Remember the day after you met Kieran?”

Her eyes widened on me and the lusty gaze dissipated into a panicked one. Darren hit her again. Harder.

“Shayne, I didn’t hear you.”

Thwack
.

“Yes. Yes, I remember.”

I watched her and my eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity. She tried to look away, but I tugged the chain.

“What about the day after we met?” I asked nobody in particular, but didn’t take my gaze off hers.

“Go on, Shayne. What happened after you two made out at the tattoo shop, hmm?”

Darren ran a hand over her arse and lightly swatted the flogger between her legs.

Shayne bit her lip, hesitating. I gave another light tug.

“I went to Darren’s, before the pub. I didn’t want to stop when you kissed me in the office, but I was trying to behave. To respect Liam’s wishes.”

Her words were punctuated with a moan as another
thwack
sounded against her pale skin. I winced at the mention of my brother, but visions of that afternoon were enough to chase unpleasant thoughts of him away.

“You went to Darren’s?”

She nodded. I knew that much. The memory of her bent over the pool table and that hint of reddened skin peeking out from her skirt rushed back to me. I swallowed hard, dropping my other hand between her legs. Her eyes burned into me. I worked the toy slowly out, just an inch, then pushed it back in. Her knees buckled and the chains of the lift clanked together with her movement. . If it wasn’t for them holding her up, she might not have stayed upright.

Behind her, Darren cocked an eyebrow and ran the straps of the flogger down her back. “Shayne, why don’t you tell him why you came over? What you wanted me to do.”

Color rose in her cheeks and she chewed at her lip. I tugged the chain again.

“I wanted him to fuck me.” She answered, wide brown eyes intent on mine. “The way I wanted you to fuck me when we were in the office.”

I swallowed hard, and my cock swelled within the confines of my jeans. I felt lightheaded and aroused. To my surprise, I wanted to hear more.

“Tell me. Tell me what ya had him do ta ya.” My voice came out gruff and strained. She ducked her head down for a moment but I tugged the chain again. “Look at me, Shayne. Tell me.”

“I told him what I’d wanted you to do. That I wanted you to bend me over the desk. I wanted you inside me.”

I glanced back up to Darren and his lips twisted thoughtfully. “Bet you can’t guess whose name she moaned.”

I shifted my stance, my pants growing all too constraining. “Shayne?”

She swallowed hard, her breath ragged as her exposed gaze met mine.

“It was you.”

I froze at her words, my own breath catching. My gaze held hers for a long moment, burning hot as my ragged breath matched hers. Instinctively, my fingers curled, twisting the chain around them.

“Say it again.”

She arched her back and a small whimper left her lips, but her eyes met mine once more. “It was you.”

A shiver rolled down my spine and I swallowed hard, my gaze still locked with hers. I kissed her lips and a deep groan rumbled from my throat. I let go of the chain, and pulled the toy out of her. It dropped to the floor, forgotten as my fingers sought out the warmth of her. My tongue flicked against hers hungrily. I tasted her mouth, her tongue, her lips, and slid my fingers deep inside her. The thought of her in as desperate a need of release as I was that day overwhelmed me.

“Show me.”

Shayne gasped against my lips and pulled back, a clear look of confusion moving through her eyes. “Wh-what?”

I wasn’t even sure where it came from, but I said it again. “Show me how he fecked ya. How ya wanted me ta feck ya.”

Darren’s flogging stilled and he watched me over her shoulder, eyebrows crowded together in question. I nodded at him then kissed Shayne, slow and tender.

“Show me. I want ta see.”

I backed away from her, slipping my fingers into my mouth and tasting her. Breath shuddered from her lips and an answering tremor shook through me. Shayne stared at me, eyes still filled with disbelief. I was in disbelief too. Six months ago, this would have been my worst nightmare. Now?

Christ, I still wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t stop it now.

Darren had already discarded the flogger. He snaked his arms around her hips and roughly pulled her back against him. I settled back onto a metal chair, my attention fixated on her. She reacted to him, pushing her arse back against him and Darren groaned, biting her neck. His hands groped her breasts and I swallowed hard, shifting against the chair.

Shayne moaned, her eyes still intent on me and the air rushed from my lungs. With one rough motion Darren unhooked her from the lift and threw her down against the padded spanking horse in front of me. He breathed hard, and hastily tugged at the fly of his pants. I found my own hands undoing my jeans as I watched. Shayne dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, and I pulled myself free, gripping my hardened cock in my hand.

Darren thrust inside her and Shayne moaned, eyelashes fluttering as she kept her gaze on me. My grip tightened and I stroked myself in response. The moment Darren had brought this up, the thought of seeing Shayne with another man had terrified me. Visions of the afternoon I’d found Kendall had come back tenfold. But this? This
was
different. Darren thrust into her again, jarring her against the spanking horse with every stroke. She cried out every time—but her gaze remained locked with mine.

Darren twisted his fingers into her hair, his features strained with effort. Shayne whimpered, her body moving with his, and I couldn’t fight the need for her any longer. The chair clattered against the floor and in two strides I was in front of her. I stroked her cheek, running my thumb across her jaw, and her lips parted for me. The heat of her mouth surrounded me and my cock twitched, tendrils of pleasure stretching through me and taking root. Darren slipped two fingers into her arse and she groaned. The sound of it vibrated against my cock, threatening to undo me on the spot.

“I want ya, Shayne.” My voice shook with need. “Get her back on the lift.”

With a deep grunt, Darren slipped out of her and pulled her up by the back of her harness. Shayne stumbled, weak-kneed, but Darren held her, leading her back to the lift and attaching the hooks. I pulled my shirt off and strode toward them, aware of Shayne’s yearning gaze on me. Darren busied himself, grating his teeth over her neck and kneading her arse in his hands. I moved in front of her, teasing her clit and she sucked in a breath. Her lips pursed and a nervous look moved over her features.

“What’s wrong? Tell me.”

Shayne shifted against Darren’s touch and looked up at me through her lashes. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I want this.” I stroked her breast, her stomach. “I want ya.”

She bit her lip and those beautiful brown eyes searched mine “Really?”

I didn’t answer her. Instead I kissed her again and reached my other hand down to her thighs. A moment later I thrust myself inside her, my arms hooked under her knees, holding her up. She rolled her head back and Darren’s mouth moved over the side of her outstretched neck with a low feral groan, his own lust for Shayne echoing my own.

Shayne’s chest heaved and a small trickle of sweat ran between her breasts. I ran my tongue between them, licking the saltiness from her skin and her body trembled under my touch. Darren brushed his lips over her neck again and I growled against her skin.

“Kiss him.”

Shayne’s eyes darted to me in question and I thrust into her in response, my own gaze burning into her. She turned her head and Darren caught her mouth with his in a slow, savage kiss. Her muscles tightened around me in reaction and heat rolled low in my stomach. I dragged my teeth over one clamp and gave it a tug before biting on it, releasing her nipple. She whimpered against his lips and I repeated the move on her other nipple, letting the clamps clatter to the floor.

“Ya want this, Shayne. Don’t ya? “ I whispered against her ear as her lips broke free from Darren’s. She nodded.

“Say it, Shayne. Ya want us both inside ya, don’t ya?”

“Yes…please. Sir.” Her mouth trembled. Darren kissed her shoulder and his arms moved behind her before he tossed a bottle of lube on the tool chest. With a groan, Darren pushed himself into her arse and she fell forward, pressing her forehead against my shoulder. Darren slid his hands under her thighs and bit the back of her neck, working himself inside her.

“Doing okay there, sweetheart?” Darren asked, his voice low and breathy. Shayne nodded, her forehead still pressed against me. He let out a laugh and moved his hips, thrusting deeper. I countered his movements with my own thrust and Shayne let out a pitiful murmur against my skin.

“Look at me.” I told her.

Shayne rolled her head back against Darren’s chest, her own heaving with exertion. She looked at me through drowsy slits, her brown eyes barely visible through her dark lashes. Her eyes were unfocused, washed over in hedonistic bliss. She was breathtaking, a force of nature that I couldn’t deny. She pressed her lips together to suppress a moan but I slammed into her, forcing it out, needing the sound.

“No. I want ta hear ya moan, I want ta hear ya scream. Don’t hold back.” I crushed my lips against hers as a shudder ran through me, the kiss a frenzied mix of lips, tongue, and teeth. Darren slid his arms out from under her thighs and around her torso, pulling her back against him as a deep gasp threatened to break his restraint.

He dug his nails into the fabric of her corset, and bit down hard on her shoulder. The metal chains clanked as he drove into her with a low grunt and I pulled my lips away from her, nudging her cheek with mine.

Without a word she turned her mouth to his and kissed him again. I pressed my lips against her ear as my own moan joined the chorus. She bucked her hips forward and her muscles squeezed tight around my cock. She tried to do the same with her thighs, but I held them higher, driving into her as I picked up the pace.

“Come, Shayne.” I rasped, nearly there myself. “Come fer me, love.”

She did, and it ran through the three of us like a shockwave. I dug my fingers into her thighs as my body strained with release. My mouth found whatever part of her I could and latched on with lips and teeth. Darren let out a series of deep-throated grunts behind her and pressed into her, crushing her against me. Her whole body shook and heaved between us and she cried out—his name, my name, possibly several saints and deities. I let go of her legs and they clamped around my waist, pulling me in deeper as I rode out the tremors of my own body. Darren kissed her, deep and languid as he moaned. Her lips broke free from his and I caught them with mine, my moans echoing hers…and his. Our sounds mixed together and our bodies melded around her, lost in the sea of pleasure that consumed us, drowning us in their depths.

My legs trembled beneath me as I came back down and my calves twitched like I’d just run a marathon. I supposed in a way that wasn’t far-fetched. Darren slid out of her, struggling for breath, and unhooked her from the lift. I wrapped my arms around her and carried her to a sofa in the corner, carefully undoing her restraints. She rolled over as I moved to undo the arm binder and she pressed her face into the leather cushions. With her arms free, I pulled her against me. Warm tears dripped down my chest and I turned her face to mine.