Tanner's Scheme (33 page)

A spasm shook her core, rippled to her clit, her womb, then shuddered through her.

Cabal’s gaze flickered to Tanner, then to Scheme’s ass.

“I won’t touch.” His voice was savage. “But I’ll watch.”

There was no denial from Tanner. His hand smoothed over the cheeks of her rear as Cabal’s green eyes glittered with hunger as he watched.

Tanner’s hand fell again.

“Mine!” he snarled. And once again she felt the declaration clear to her soul. Then she felt his possession in the next caressing tap delivered against her ass.

And it wasn’t enough. She needed it harder, hotter. She writhed on his lap, fighting his hold, her hands bracing against his leg as she fought him.

His hand landed harder.

“He can smell your need.” Cabal’s voice was guttural. “I can smell your need.”

Tanner’s hand landed again, burning against the cheek of her ass as she stiffened, her eyes drifting closed as savage pleasure swamped her.

Yes, this was what she needed.

A keening cry left her lips as his hand fell again. Again. She was riding an edge so sharp, so high, she was almost terrified. Almost. She needed it, she realized. The overwhelming need for a harder touch, a more savage possession had tormented her for years, leaving her dissatisfied, searching, reaching.

She wasn’t searching any longer. Each slap on the cheeks of her ass sent her higher, built the fires hotter.

“Damn, your ass blushes pretty.” Tanner’s voice was a primal snarl. “Soft and silky and such a pretty burning pink. Like sunrise.”

She was hotter than sunrise. She was blazing like a comet.

“Like a peach,” Cabal whispered then, his voice almost reverent. “Ripe and ready to bite into.”

Scheme whimpered as the lust suddenly spiked hotter, brighter. She had never done that, that she knew of. Never had sex while she knew another man watched.

The hollow shame wasn’t there, as she would have expected. The discomfort that she had to fight was absent.

This wasn’t about the sexuality alone. She could see the need in Cabal’s eyes. He had been such an integral part of Tanner’s sexual life for years, immersing himself in the pleasures his brother allowed him to share in, that he needed this.

She could feel it as sharply as she felt Tanner’s hands on her rear. Cabal needed at least this much. Just for a while.

And she needed it. Something to wipe away the memory of years of shame, the knowledge that what she had with Chaz hadn’t been love, but a degrading enforcement of control.

This wasn’t about control. Tanner had somehow sensed her needs from the start, and he was giving her what she craved.

She writhed on his lap, crying out in pleasure, each slap sending her higher until she was nothing but a mass of lust, need, hunger.

She was dying in his arms in the midst of a pleasure she couldn’t control, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t want to control.

Scheme gave herself to the whipping ecstasy rushing through her system. Tanner’s sharp caresses were firm, then soft, gentle then burning. Each slap vibrated to her clit, causing it to swell further, throb, ache. Her hips writhed over his thighs, clenching together, forcing friction against the little bundle of nerves as she felt the spirals of release building in her womb.

She was going to come. She could feel it. She was going to explode.

“There you go, pretty girl.” Tanner’s voice was so rough, so graveled, it was primal. “Feel it burn. All the way into that tight pussy. Feel it, Scheme.”

The sharp caresses were more rhythmic now, a steady, hard vibration of flames that began to pulse in her clit.

“You’re so wet I can feel it on my thigh,” he snarled. “So fucking hot you’re going to burn me.”

Slap. Slap.

“Come for me, baby. Spill all that sweet cream. When you do, I’m going to lap every drop of it up.”

She exploded. Cords of lightning wrapped around her clit, electrifying her, tearing her senses from her mind and sending her into an explosion of fiery, desperate release.

She heard her own strangled scream as she arched in his arms, feeling his fingers force their way between her thighs, plunging into the impossibly tight confines of her cunt.

She was losing her senses. Dying. Her vagina convulsed, raining the silky spill of her release to those thrusting fingers and jacking her higher into her orgasm.

She was limp, shuddering violently, and she needed more. Oh God, she needed more.

CHAPTER 25

The animal was free inside Tanner. As he felt the wash of her release soaking his fingers, smelled the complete submission to her pleasure and the burning, desperate need inside her, the animal tore free.

It was a part of himself he had always feared. He kept it locked away, hidden, fearing that releasing it would return him to the creature he had been before Callan had saved him.

There was no locking it away now.

Lifting Scheme from across his legs, he laid her back on the bed, knelt on the floor and buried his lips between her legs.

God, her pussy was sweet. Like cream. Like syrup. It clung to his lips, drew his tongue and made him drunk on the taste of her.

He loved eating her. Licking her, sucking at the pearly clit, feeling the soft, silky curls covering her pussy. Rounded thighs clenched on his cheeks, and he loved that too. The way she writhed beneath him and he had to clench his fingers on her hips to hold her still.

She didn’t want gentleness; she needed all of him. He could feel it, smell it. She wanted the animal taking her, and it was a damned good thing, because he couldn’t restrain it.

Lapping at her, he drew the sweet taste of her cream into his mouth, growling at the addictive sweetness as she shuddered and bucked beneath him again, spilling more. She was all soft, liquid heat.

The glands in his tongue were throbbing, so engorged and swollen it was painful. He needed her kiss. He needed her sucking the hormone from him as he fucked her.

He had to fuck her. His cock was so engorged, so tight he was in pain. Delicious pain.

Dragging himself from the delicacy he was consuming, he pushed her further up the bed before settling himself between her thighs.

He was growling and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to stop it. His lips had pulled back from his teeth, and the rumbling animalistic sounds were pouring from his chest.

Rather than terrifying Scheme, as it should have, her brown eyes glittered with another surge of lust. Her hips lifted to him, her lips opened, and the world exploded in a haze of incredible, incurable lust.

Tanner slanted his lips over hers, spearing his tongue into the heated, hungry depths of her mouth as he thrust his cock into the milking depths of her pussy.

Sweet heaven. It was good. It was nirvana. It was ecstasy. He worked his hips, circling, rotating, pushing his dick inside her as the muscles clamped on it, sucked at it. Just as her mouth, hot and sweet, sucked at his tongue.

Her hands clamped on his ass, her body bowing toward him, gasps of primal hunger leaving her throat as she forced him deeper.

God, he didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want it like this…

A rumble of a snarl left his chest as his hips slammed forward, burying every hard, desperate inch of his erection inside her. To the hilt, his balls, tight and hard, pressing against her ass as he tore his lips from hers to breathe.

He needed to breathe. To think.

“No.” She followed, her head lifting, one hand snagging the long strands of his hair, tangling in it and jerking his mouth back to her. Eating at his lips, her tongue licking at him, searching for more of him as her hips writhed beneath him.

He was lost. Lost.

His tongue plunged into her mouth as his body became controlled by one thing only: the animal marking his mate, taking her, slamming his cock inside her with primal, primitive force.

He wasn’t going to last. Not long enough. He wanted to fuck her forever. Linger in the brilliant heat of her pussy and memorize every sensation whipping through his body.

Next time, he promised, growling as his lips left hers and moved to her neck. The hormone had eased from his tongue, but the need hadn’t eased from his body. Moving his arms beneath her, he cupped her ass in his hands, came over her and gave her everything he had never given another.

All of him. Desperate, growling, surging hunger. His hips churned into her; sweat dripped from his body and his senses focused on one thing. Only one thing. Scheme.

Her release was building, whipping through her. He could sense its peak nearing. Just a little further. A little harder. He could only give her what he needed and rush into the flames along with her.

His lips opened, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as she ruptured around him. Her pussy clenched, spasmed, grabbed hold of his dick and milked it until he had no choice, no will.

He felt the barb extending, a thickened, stiff extension pressing out from beneath the hood of his dick, locking into the back of those tight, gripping muscles, and spurting inside her as his release swept over him.

Deep spurts of his semen filled her snug pussy as the barb spilled the soothing, heat-easing hormone that would give her a small respite from the hungers gnawing at both of them.

Tanner kept his head buried in her neck, his tongue lapping at the bite he had left on her, smelling his scent inside her, moving through her veins, filling her body.

His scent.

Tanner growled in satisfaction at the presence of the mark, both on her shoulder and now a part of her very essence. She was his. She belonged to him and him alone.

As the last pulsing, desperate shudders eased from his body, his head turned, eyes opening to see Cabal where he stood by the bathroom door.

His brother was aroused, desperately aroused, but a glimmer of satisfaction raged in his eyes. Cabal could sense it, Tanner knew, the primitive marking, the satisfaction that glowed through himself and Scheme.

As Tanner sighed wearily, the heat temporarily stilled, his senses replete, he realized he was leaving his brother behind. Again.

Drawing from Scheme, he wrapped his arms around her as she cuddled against his chest and drifted into sleep. She would rest for a while. Then, he would have to make certain she ate before taking her to Ely. The tests had to be done; he knew that, though he hated it.

Cabal caught his gaze again as he moved in the doorway, indicating the connecting room on the other side of Tanner’s. Cabal’s room.

Tanner tucked the blankets around Scheme, keeping her warm as she slept, before rising from the bed and pulling his jeans on.

Barefoot, he followed Cabal into the other room, moving instantly to the small refrigerator his brother kept in his suite and the sandwich meat there. A loaf of bread sat on the tray on the small side table beside the bar, as well as small packages of condiments.

Pulling a paper plate from beneath the table, he piled the bread with sliced meat, squeezed several packs of mustard onto it and then bit in with relish before pulling a beer free.

“I don’t think so.” The beer was snatched out of his hand and replaced with water.

Tanner frowned.

“The alcohol only increases the mating heat,” Cabal explained. “Listen to me for once or you’ll exhaust her more than necessary.”

Tanner shook his head, but he didn’t argue. He took the sandwich and the water and moved back to the doorway to check on Scheme.

“You’ll know if she wakes up,” Cabal commented behind him. “We have to talk.”

Tanner finished the sandwich in silence before polishing off the water and turning back to Cabal.

Ten years. He had spent the past ten years making certain his brother knew he was part of something. Not just a family, but an integral part of something. For years Tanner had assumed they would mate the same woman, continue on as they had started when Tanner had brought Cabal his first woman. Cabal had been twenty-five, and he had never known a woman’s caress or her soft kiss. Had never spilled his pleasure or given himself up to the erotic, exotic scents of a woman’s desire.

“Stop regretting, Tanner.” Cabal sighed. “I don’t. This is right, and I’m not feeling left out.”

Tanner’s lips quirked.

“I would have felt very left out,” he admitted. “I would have been pissed, Cabal.”

Cabal grunted on a soft laugh. “You’re too spoiled, Tanner. First Callan and the girls spoiled you; now the world spoils you. You haven’t heard the word ‘no’ since you left the labs.”

“Sure I have.” Tanner grimaced. “Scheme tells me no every chance she gets.”

“Oh yeah, she counts.” Cabal chuckled as he moved to his dresser and pulled free a clean shirt.

“What happened to your shirt?” Tanner knew he had been wearing one when they entered the bedroom.

“It’s in shreds.” Cabal shrugged. “Restraint isn’t my strong suit.”

Tanner shook his head. “Why did you stay and watch then?”

“You need someone to watch your back.” Cabal flicked a look over his shoulder. “Because both our scents needed to be in that room to make this work.”

“Ely’s tests will prove the mating,” Tanner pointed out. “There’s no way to keep it a secret from her.”

“Ely doesn’t have to do our damned tests,” Cabal retorted. “Not on us. Just on Scheme, and just enough to create the hormonal supplement she’ll need to function through this. If we’re going to keep her alive, Tanner, then we’re going to be careful.” Savage fury flashed in Cabal’s eyes. “I won’t lose you, Tanner, and I won’t allow you to lose her. We’re going to catch the bastard this time. I can feel it.”

“I don’t want to lose you any more than I want to lose my mate, Cabal,” Tanner warned him.

“No danger.” The confidence in his brother’s voice never failed to amaze him. “I didn’t survive that damned pit that long, Tanner, just to eat an assassin’s bullet. My senses are sharper than yours, especially now that you’re in mating heat. With the spy believing both our senses are dulled, my job will be made that much easier. While the two of you are in the cabinet meeting later, I’ll begin checking a few things out, and watching to see who comes upstairs. They won’t expect that.”