Moore, Gigi - Desiree's Lone Wolves [The Double R, Book 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

Desiree moaned into Sam’s mouth, thrusting her tongue to meet his and pulling his tongue farther into her mouth as Carson teased the rim of her panties. When his fingertips just brushed her moist curls, Desiree arched her back, pushing her hips up to meet Carson’s hand.

“No
cher,
not so fast. We have time,” he murmured and cupped her center before sliding his middle finger into her soaked cunt.

She pulled her mouth from Sam’s for the second it took her to beg, “Oh, Carson, please. More…”

“It’s coming. There’s always more to come for you.” He added another finger and Desiree closed her eyes and lost herself in the penetration, his fingers burrowing, searching, and twisting while Sam worked on taking off her hoodie and shirt.

The sound of her panties shredding as Carson ripped them from her waist barely made a blip on her radar. She did what they wanted her to do, just felt.

Naked from the waist down, she closed her eyes as the brisk night air scudded over her skin. She wasn’t sure if the resultant goose bumps came from the surrounding air or what the two skilled men were doing to her with their hands, lips, and teeth.

“Got too many clothes on,” Sam murmured, unzipping and removing her hoodie.

“Look who’s talking.”

He laughed as he unbuttoned and divested her of the shirt blocking his path to her breasts.

Recklessly, she’d dispensed with a bra earlier, in too much of a rush to get going to the hospital. She was small enough that it wasn’t much of an offense against propriety, especially under the circumstances. She’d also wanted to be daring for once, heeding her sister’s constant harangues to let her hair down and let the puppies fly freely.

Desiree thanked her sister yet again, arching her neck as Sam lowered his head to close his mouth over one breast. Evidently, it wasn’t too small for him to enjoy.

The earthy scent of moist dirt, grass, and trees infused her senses as the two men lapped and nibbled at her so fiercely Desiree felt like they would soon devour her.

She should have been alarmed at the liberal use of their teeth—Sam tugging on each hard nipple in turn until she cried out and Carson nipping her clit before hungrily sucking it into his mouth. She wasn’t alarmed, however, as much as she was out of her mind with wanting to come.

Carson and Sam wouldn’t let her, though. Sure, they brought her to the edge several times, licking, sucking, and biting various areas of her body then, as soon as her inner muscles contracted, pulling back and slowing their efforts to almost standstill.

Hence, her body hovered over the precipice that only they had the ability to release her into, and they took their damn sweet time, torturing her with foreplay.

“Please…” Desiree arched up, bucking her hips into Carson’s mouth so hard she thought she might have knocked out a tooth. She sent up a silent apology as he removed his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his mouth. He stroked her slit from bottom to top, lazily drawing his tongue over her folds before thrusting it inside her.

Desiree almost came apart at the seams, his tongue doing things to her that only his cock could do better but even then not by much. Carson was a master with his mouth, mastering her.

She was ready to come again, but this time, Carson didn’t stop. He plunged his tongue deeper and licked her with a steady rhythm that, along with Sam’s gentle yet vicious oral attention to her breasts, took her over the boundary between conscious thought right into wild abandon.

Desiree free-fell, pussy muscles violently spasming beneath Carson’s onslaught, entire body trembling as she came and came again.

Moments later, or it could have been hours, since Desiree had lost all sense of time and place, she lay still and opened her eyes to see each man kneeling on either side of her. They both remained as naked as her, finally, and stared at her in silent, hungry anticipation.

“We’re not done,” Carson said.

“Nowhere near,” Sam concurred.

“Neither am I,” Desiree said and moved up onto her knees, too, lustful intent in every gesture as she approached Sam. “You deprived me of undressing you.” She let her gaze rove over each man before finally settling on Sam’s sizable erection jutting toward her. Eager, she licked her lips. “And I think that deserves some sort of punishment.”

They weren’t the only ones who could stalk and tease.

Chapter 14

“You don’t scare me, Ms. Jensen.” Sam smiled, lying through his teeth. The way she made him feel, the way his body reacted to her, throbbing and hot and not of its own accord, scared the shit out of him. Unlike Carson, however, Sam embraced the fear, ready to face it head on and maybe even tell Desiree, again, how he felt about her despite everything. He couldn’t hold it in much longer, knew that he didn’t want to. He wasn’t the silent alpha type like his brother, and he accepted that.

“Not trying to scare you, Mr. Quarry. I just want to sample you and see if you taste as good as your brother.”

“I’ll be different.” Sam slowly came to his feet.

“I’m guessing because no two Cajuns taste alike.” Desiree smiled, and Sam chuckled at her allusion to their conversation about her pecan pie versus his mama’s. “I’m looking forward to the differences,” Desiree murmured as she bent her head, the whiff of her breath over the surface of his nerve endings almost sending Sam into orbit right before her lips touched the head of his cock.

Sam placed his hands on her head, burrowing his hands through her hair and trying not to tug it too hard. He lost himself in the fragrant softness of the strands, closing his eyes as he tilted back his head.

She slowly took him into her mouth, licking and sucking her way down to the base of his cock and holding there for several long moments.

Sam opened his eyes to see her hollowing her cheeks as she added just the right amount of suction to get him to bucking his hips.

She raked her hands up his thighs to his waist, holding him in place as she went to work on him as promised. He’d been turned on watching her go down on his brother, envisioning how her mouth would feel on him. The reality, however, proved so much more devastating than his imagination.

Carson knelt behind Desiree, hard cock already sheathed with one of the several condoms Sam had packed in the picnic basket. Carson slid one hand up her back to her shoulder and the other between her legs.

Desiree moaned in answer, the sound vibrating through Sam’s soul and making him groan in response.

He did fist her hair then, needing something to hold onto, needing something to ground him. He guided her head as she enthusiastically moved her mouth up and down his shaft in a hypnotic rhythm that brought him close until he heard his brother’s raspy voice.

“Don’t come, Sam. Wait for me.”

“Fuck you.”

Desiree chuckled, sending another pulsation shooting through Sam’s groin.

Sam watched his brother finger Desiree’s folds before Carson finally dipped two fingers inside her.

Desiree redoubled her efforts, and Sam grunted at the intense sensations riding him as her mouth worked over his throbbing cock. Just to make things extra-interesting, she added her fingers to the mix, fondling his balls in harmony with her mouth.

“Remember what I said,” Carson reminded in his bossy alpha’s voice. “That goes for you, too,
cher.”

Desiree murmured something unintelligible around Sam’s cock and Sam estimated it wasn’t very complimentary to Carson. He smiled and tried to focus on what Carson did to Desiree, anything to keep his mind off of what she did to him.

Carson withdrew his hand, fingers dripping with Desiree’s juices. He coated his cock with her lube then slipped two fingers back into her pussy as he pushed the head of his cock between her ass cheeks.

Desiree moaned and dug her nails into Sam’s flanks, jerking him closer, not once stopping what she did to him with her mouth.

Sam watched Carson press further, breaching Desiree as his cock disappeared inside her a couple more inches. Carson paused, grasping her around the hips with both hands as if waiting for Desiree to catch her breath, before thrusting inside to the hilt.

Desiree cried out, pushing back against Carson and panting as her body adjusted to accommodate his rigid cock.

Sam’s cock throbbed at the sight of his brother fucking Desiree’s ass, throbbed at the look of ecstasy plastered across Desiree’s sweet copper features.

He turned his attention to Carson and saw the tension and light film of perspiration on his brother’s face. He watched Carson clench his jaw and drive inside Desiree then grind and roll his hips before retreating for another pass of what Sam knew would be several finishing strokes.

Sam was thankful that his own relief would soon be granted.

As if to emphasize the thought, Carson raised his head to spear him with a look of such turmoil and power Sam’s wolf felt it and reacted in kind, scratching and howling to be released.

Carson’s usually green eyes now glowed like melted gold, indicating his wolf remained close to the surface—too close for comfort.

“Now,” Carson growled.

Their releases seemed to happen all at once.

Desiree shuddered and came on a keening cry as Sam shot his essence into her mouth and down her throat.

Carson released a hoarse grunt, fingers digging into Desiree’s hips as he pulled her back against him, buried his face in her back, and stiffened with his climax.

Sam knelt in front of Desiree and caught her around the shoulders. He glanced at her dazed, well-fucked expression for only a second before he dove into her mouth, plunging his tongue to taste himself beneath the pure taste of female.

Ours. All ours.

When he came up for air, he noticed his brother standing behind Desiree, looking down at them with a dazed expression of his own.

His eyes remained fiery gold.

Desiree could not witness that.

As if reading Sam’s mind, Carson backed away from them with a mumbled, “I’m going to cool and rinse off in the stream.”

Sam knew he needed to be alone for a moment to get control of his wolf.

With the makings of an alpha embedded on his DNA, Carson usually had a stranglehold on his wolf, but then, Sam knew, Carson had never come across a female like Desiree Jensen before. Neither of them had—which remained both a blessing and a curse.

Carson stumbled away from them before they could raise any objections, and Sam pulled Desiree close to hold her against him.

“His voice sounded kind of strained,” Desiree whispered. “Is he going to be all right?”

“You put fire to him, is all.”

“I intend to do a lot more…to both of you.”

“We’re all yours,
bebe
.”

* * * *

He could do this. He could stay human. He didn’t have to change. He wasn’t a mindless animal without self-control.

Carson walked out into the bracing water, and when he was far enough out he dove under the rushing current to clear his head, both of them.

His damn cock refused to heel, still half-hard after the most mind-blowing orgasm he’d ever had in his life.

The woman was going to be the death of him, one way or the other, and Carson had known it from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Didn’t stop him from wanting to go back to dry land and go for another round with her and his brother. His body demanded it, in fact. It was either slaking his hunger buried deep in Desiree’s body, surrounded by her woman’s heat, or running through the woods in his wolf form.