by Emilia Rose
“He’s going to punish you for lying,” Roman said, thrusting even deeper into my ass.
I sucked in a deep breath, the pressure in my core rising.
Punish me? How was Kylo going to punish me?
“Tell him to tug on your sensitive nipples.”
A wave of pleasure rolled through me. I gazed down at Kylo, brows furrowed. “Tug on my nipples,” I said breathlessly.
Kylo pulled his fingers out of me and reached up with both hands to play with my tits and roll my nipples around his palms. When he tugged on them, I arched my back and moaned so loudly that it echoed through the empty house.
“Harder,” Roman said in my ear.
“Harder,” I told Kylo. He did as I’d said and yanked on them. “Harder.”
Kylo groaned at my demand, as if being dominated made him as hard as him dominating someone. He licked my clit faster. My pussy pulsed, just aching for something to be inside of it now that Kylo’s fingers were gone.
“Tell him why you’re making him do this to you, Isabella,” Roman said.
“Because … because … I need to be punished.”
“Why?”
Goddess, I just needed Kylo to shove his cock into me.
“Because I’ve been a bad girl.”
Roman brushed his nose against his mark. “And what have you done that’s worth punishment?”
“I lied,” I whispered.
Kylo pinched my nipples harder, and I arched my back, screaming to the high heavens and trying to squirm away from him because the tension was too much to handle. My legs trembled on Kylo’s shoulders.
“Don’t fucking come yet,” Roman growled. “We’re not finished with you.”
“I lied about not wanting Kylo to touch me. I want him to touch me more,” I admitted.
“I don’t want to hear what you want anymore, Isabella. Tell him what to do to you.”
My eyes widened slightly as Kylo sucked my clit between his lips, tugged on it gently, and sat up between my legs. His cock was hard against his briefs and looked so fucking huge.
All I wanted was for him to … “Take them off,” I said, staring at his pants.
The things I would do just to see his cock that hard.
Kylo slowly pulled off his pants and underwear, his cock springing out, and tossed them off the bed. My core pulsed, aching for it to slide into my wet pussy, stretch me out, and pound into me raw at Roman’s feral pace. Instead, he placed one hand on my thigh and another around the base of his cock, stroking it inches from my pussy.
So close. It was so fucking close.
“Tell him what you want,” Roman murmured into my ear.
Roman was serious about this whole relationship. He wanted it to happen on his terms, and this was his terms. When he had come over, he had probably known that he was going to take me in Kylo’s bed and let him join.
After I licked my dry lips, I shook my head in defiance. “No.”
Roman growled and rubbed two of his fingers against my swollen clit. “Was that punishment not enough for you, my dear Isabella?”
“It wasn’t enough,” I said, knowing that it would rile him up.
He moved his fingers faster as Kylo continued to trail his fingertips up and down my inner thigh.
I snarled, “Matter of fact, it sucked. I could’ve—”
Roman wrapped a hand around my neck. “Put your cock down this pretty little throat of hers,” he said to Kylo, strumming his fingers up the column of my throat. “She won’t be able to backtalk then.”
My eyes widened, my pussy quivering. Kylo crawled up the bed toward me, grasped my chin in his hand, and forced me to stare up at him. From all those snide comments, I knew that he wanted me to be the dominant one in bed, could tell how good it’d felt for him when I told him to tug on my nipples, but he was an alpha … and somewhere deep down inside of him, he didn’t like being defied either.
“Do it,” I taunted him. “You won—”
Before I could finish, he stuffed his cock into my hot mouth and made me to wrap my lips around it. And when he hit the back of my throat, I gagged.
“Come on, Isabella.” Roman continued to rub my clit. “You can take more of his cock inside of you.” He tightened his hand around my throat. “If you can take all of me, you can take all of him.”
Kylo thrust his cock deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat again.
“Tell him you want it deeper,” Roman said into my ear.
I parted my lips to speak but couldn’t get any words out. My eyes watered as I stared up at Kylo’s taut body, all the muscles and those soul-piercing gold eyes. I lifted my head to take more of him into my throat until my lips pressed against his hips.
“All of him, Isabella.” Roman tightened his hand around my throat even more, feeling Kylo’s cock all the way down it.
I took a deep breath through my nose, closed my eyes, and pressed myself closer to his hips. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and his balls, parted my lips even more, and forced all of him in my mouth.
My throat felt full, and I couldn’t breathe, yet Kylo was groaning in pleasure.
Goddess, it felt so good, being able to please both of my mates.
When I needed to breathe, I pulled back slightly, but Roman held me in place. “You’re not going to move until you’re ready to tell Kylo everything you want him to do to you. Do you understand me?”
I nodded my head, eyes filling with tears and spit rolling down my chin.
“Answer him,” Kylo said finally.
Staring up at him through my lashes, I tried to answer him but could only gag more on my own spit. I pushed Kylo deeper down my throat, wrapped my hand around my neck to feel him inside of me, and jerked Kylo off in my throat.
Almost like an innate reflex, he jerked his cock deeper. My tits bounced against the backs of his thighs as Roman pounded up into my ass. I spread my legs for him, letting him play with my pussy folds.
I pulled away slowly, but Roman stopped me again.
“Are you ready to finally tell him?” he asked, and I nodded.
When Kylo pulled out of me, wads of spit dripped from his cock onto my chin.
I gasped for air, and with watery eyes, I looked right up at him. “Fuck me, please.” I snatched his chin in my hand. “Fuck me hard, Kylo—as hard as you wanted to fuck me the other morning—and don’t fucking stop until I’m coming all over your cock.”
He let out a low, lascivious growl and crawled between my legs.
Roman pulled them further apart and sucked my earlobe between his lips. “That wasn’t hard, was it?” he asked.
Before Kylo could thrust into me, I pressed my heel into his hip. “Spit on my pussy first, Kylo. Make it even wetter for you, so your cock slips right in.”
Roman tensed behind me, the way he always did when he was close to coming.
Kylo spit on my pussy and rubbed it in with his fingers, and then in one slow thrust, he pushed himself inside of me. My whole body tingled with pleasure. Every inch of him drove me higher and higher. I had never been filled by two huge cocks before, never had this much pleasure and pressure surging through my body.
Roman grabbed the backs of my thighs and spread me wide. I arched my back, loving the feeling of two cocks pumping in and out of my holes.
“Touch me, Kylo,” I whimpered. “Rub my clit.”
Brows furrowed in delight, Kylo rubbed my clit and pumped into me.
Roman wrapped one hand around my throat to pull me closer and sucked on his mark. “Is that all you want, my dear Isabella?” he asked me, fingers dancing up the column of my neck.
For once, I decided to obey him and shook my head.
“Then, tell me what you want.”
“I want to ride Kylo while you pound into me from behind.”
Kylo pulled out, lay on the bed, and tugged me on top of him, so I straddled his waist. When he positioned himself at my entrance, I interlocked my fingers with his, slowly slid down o
n his cock, and moaned into his mouth.
After positioning himself behind me, Roman curled his hands around my throat and slammed himself into my ass again. He tugged on my hair to force my head back and then kissed me from above. Kylo dipped his hand between my legs and rubbed my clit like I had told him to earlier. I dug my fingers into his chest, feeling all the tense muscles.
“Come inside of me, Roman,” I moaned against Roman’s lips. “Please, come inside of me.”
Roman thrust hard and fast into me, and then suddenly, he stilled, his warm and thick cum filling my ass. His body trembled behind me, hips jerking further toward me. He grasped my ass and pressed his lips hard to mine.
When Roman pulled out, I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. He captured my nipples between his fingers and tugged on them hard. I screamed out his name, my pussy pulsing on Kylo’s cock, and collapsed into his arms.
Kylo held me down onto him, continued to thrust up into me, and let me come all over him. When I finished, I slowly crawled off of him and back between his legs, my breasts brushing against his thighs. His cock, wet with my juices, sprang back against his abdomen.
I stroked him hard and fast, staring up into his golden eyes. “You’re going to come when I tell you to,” I told Kylo.
His hips jerked into the air, cock twitching. I placed my lips right on his head, swirled my tongue around it, and massaged his balls lightly.
And when I knew that he wouldn’t last any longer, I took all of him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. “Come for me, Kylo,” I managed to get out.
Almost immediately, he filled my throat with his warm cum and groaned. I swallowed his cum, sat up between his legs, and collapsed between him and Roman.
It had been a long, surprising night.
“Get some rest, Isabella,” Roman said. “We’ll talk about Scarlett in the morning.”
Chapter 35
Roman
The next morning, I woke up, lying on my back in Kylo’s bed. Bluebirds sat on the windowsill, flapped their wings, and chirped. Isabella curled into my chest as Kylo spooned her, his nose in her hair, like mine usually was.
When I had come here last night, I hadn’t known that we’d end up like this. I had spent two entire days with that annoying bitch Scarlett and needed to relax, and Isabella had looked too damn sexy with that bedhead to pass up.
While sharing wasn’t what normal mated wolves did, my wolf was oddly content with how it had played out so far. Isabella wasn’t going behind my back and hadn’t done anything I’d told her not to do. This had happened on my terms, and our communication had been better than ever.
Kylo curled his fingers into Isabella’s hips, his knuckles brushing against my abdomen. I shifted in the bed toward Isabella and closed my eyes, hoping to get a few more moments of sleep before I had to torture Scarlett for any more information.
Suddenly, Isabella shot up in the bed. Startled, the bluebirds flew away and into the nearest tree, perching on a branch but still staring into the room.
Isabella scrambled out of the bed and tugged on one of Kylo’s shirts. “Where is he? Where’s Derek? That should’ve been the first goddess-damned thing I asked you when you got back.” She paced around the room, shaking her head. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
Kylo blinked open his eyes and grabbed her hand to tug her back down. “Come back to bed. It’s six in the morning. We got less than two hours of sleep.”
After pulling her hand out of his, Isabella turned to me, nipples hard under that shirt. “We need to talk.” When she moved her arms over her chest, I looked back up at her face. “Now,” she said. “Where’s Derek?”
Knowing that she wouldn’t even try to get any more sleep, I sat up in bed. Being a Lycan had fucked with her sleep schedule too much. If she got an hour of sleep at night, she had way too much energy.
“Scarlett is in my prison, being tortured by guards until she gives us information,” I said. A wave of guilt washed over me at the thought of spending two restless nights without Isabella and having to come home empty-handed. “I didn’t find Derek.”
Isabella threw her hands up in the air and started mumbling to herself—or maybe her wolf—something about controlling herself around us, so she could find him. “Why didn’t you tell me this last night, Roman? I could’ve gone out and—”
“Because Kylo told me you had been on edge for the past two days and were a mess when you got home last night,” I said, eyes hardening at her.
She might’ve been physically, mentally, and emotionally strong, but we were just wolves after all. We weren’t gods, and we couldn’t do it all without rest and without thinking clearly. If I had told Isabella, she would’ve blindly run out into those woods, not caring who or what kind of corruption was out there.
“You still should’ve told me,” she said. “He’s my best friend.”
Kylo leaned against the headboard next to me, staying quiet. While he might’ve come off as that loud, rude alpha during the alphas meeting, I had always known him to keep to himself. If it wasn’t his problem, he didn’t typically speak up about it.
I crawled out of the bed and placed my hands on her muscular shoulders. “I didn’t want you to freak out like this. You need to sleep. You can’t keep yourself up all night, especially when Dolus is out there, corrupting minds.” I grabbed her hands. “Beating yourself up over it isn’t going to make it better. I tried that when my mom died, and nothing changed.”
“But,” she said in a quiet voice, “I could be trying to find him.”
“The only person who knows where he is, is Scarlett,” Kylo said.
“And Scarlett isn’t talking. She won’t talk. I have tried everything,” I admitted.
Brows furrowed together, Isabella looked at me with big eyes. “Everything?”
“Not that,” I said, knowing that she thought the absolute worst after catching Scarlett flirting with me at the Lycans’ over a week ago.
But I didn’t blame Isabella. She had a lot on her mind, and Scarlett was corrupt as hell right now.
She’d do anything to tear us apart and taint us too.
Isabella looked over at Kylo. “Can you try talking to her?”
“She’s not going to tell me anything,” Kylo said. “She hates me for rejecting her.”
Isabella let out a low growl and pulled on a pair of sweatpants. “Then, I’m going to kick the shit out of her until she tells me where my best friend is,” she said, hurrying to the door.
I caught her by the wrist before she could leave. “You’re not going to see her. She’s going to play mind games with you. She knows that Derek being gone is hurting you. She’ll fuck with your mind like she did to whoever helped her escape with Derek.”
“I don’t care if she tries to fuck with my head. I’m going to get Derek back whether—”
“I’ll go,” Kylo interrupted, scooching out of the bed. He put on a pair of tight jeans and a gray V-neck. “I’ll talk to her, see what I can get out of her.” He slid an arm around her waist. “Roman will find the mole. You go train Naomi.”
Still unsatisfied with both of us, she crossed her arms. “On one condition: a Lycan accompanies each of you today because I’m not going to allow either of you to be corrupted.” She lowered her voice and unfolded her arms. “Especially not now, not after last night.”
I grasped her chin, pulled her toward me, and kissed her. “Deal.”
It had been fucking hours of listening to everyone in my pack say the same shit about not knowing Derek had been taken. Some people were crying, and others were hysterical about corruption taking over this pack.
“Roman,” Isabella’s mother said, touching my shoulder and smiling down softly at me, “you have a lot of responsibility right now. Isabella told us what was happening. If you need—”
“Meatloaf,” Isabella’s dad said with a huge grin.
“A cooked meal,” Isabella’s mom said, narrowing her eyes at her mate, “you’re always
welcome at our house.” She leaned in close and covered her mouth with her hand. “We all know his meatloaf is the worst.”
Isabella’s dad arched a brow. “What was that, honey?”
She smiled at him and waved her hand. “Oh, nothing, sweetie.”
I walked them to my office door. “Thank you.”
After they disappeared down the hallway, I rubbed my hand over my face and groaned. This was beyond tiring. I didn’t want to believe that any one of these people had aided and abetted Dolus and Scarlett. Every one of my packmates treated me better than family, especially after Mom and Dad died.
Cayden walked into my office and sat on one of the chairs, kicking one leg over the other. As I was about to shut the door to talk with him, Jane wandered down the hallway, humming a song Mom used to sing.
“Jane,” I said, sighing through my nose. This morning, I had told her to go home, where she would be safe, for the entire day. I didn’t want her roaming around the pack when someone had just kidnapped one of my most valuable warriors like it was nothing. “Please go back to your house, lock yourself inside of it, and don’t answer the door for anyone. I can’t risk you getting hurt.”
She hummed to herself, muttered something about how I was annoying and too restrictive under her breath, and walked out of the pack house. I ran my hands through my hair and gazed back over at Cayden, who was scrolling on his phone.
Since Cayden was my beta and my strongest warrior, I didn’t think that he was the rat, but someone close to me had to have known that Jane was being watched. He had known it the moment that I assigned Derek to her.
Cayden grimaced at me. “What’d you want to talk about?”
“Did you find any information about Derek?” I asked.
“No. I couldn’t get anything out of Scarlett last night. She sat in her cell, completely content, like she thought that someone was going to let her out.” Cayden grimaced. “She’s terrifying as fuck, if you ask me. I don’t know why you ever dated her.”
I rolled my eyes. She hadn’t always been that way.
“And you didn’t see anyone unusual around the property?” I asked.