Wolf Surrender (Wolf Cove Book 4)

by Nina West

  It’s impossible not to watch as Margo gets to her knees and fits herself between Connor’s legs. Without any licking or otherwise teasing—probably because it’s cold out of the water—she takes his full length into her mouth and down her throat in a practiced move, her lips stretched to capacity to accept his size.

  The intimate act—the fact that she’s doing it in front of all of us—makes blood start rushing down into my belly and along my thighs.

  “Jesus Christ. Margo Lauren is sucking my dick,” Connor moans, gripping the back of her head with one hand, his eyes on her.

  Both Henry and Ronan chuckle. Must be a guy thing.

  “How are you doing?” Henry asks quietly, his hand disappearing under the water. I shiver as I feel it slipping between my legs.

  “Good.”

  He slides two fingers into me. And smirks. “I would say so. Open up.”

  Nerves churn in my stomach as I stretch a leg over Henry’s lap, giving him better access. He takes it, sliding in a third finger to stretch me wide. He begins dragging his thumb over my clit in smooth, leisurely circles. “No coming in the water,” he warns softly, his gaze on my parted lips.

  I reach for his lap, wrapping my fist around his cock and gently pressing the very end of his tip. “Ditto.”

  He leans in to drag his teeth over my earlobe, and then whispers, “Then, unless you’re ready to suck me off with an audience, you might want to stop that.”

  Connor and Margo aren’t paying any attention, but I can feel Ronan’s gaze blazing against my profile. He must know what Henry is doing to me with his fingers.

  What would it feel like, to have Ronan’s eyes on me while I kneeled before Henry? He watched while I went down on Connor. He watched when Connor’s tongue was inside me, too. He watched and I felt his eyes and I loved every moment of it, while it was happening.

  If it were Henry I was with while Ronan watched? Henry’s cock I was teasing? Henry’s tongue inside me?

  I seize Henry’s hand with a sharp inhale and pull my legs together.

  “No? Or just not yet.”

  “I....” I hesitate. “I don’t know.”

  He studies me quietly, as if he can read my thoughts. As if he can tell that I’m afraid to admit that, yes, I would enjoy it if it was Ronan in that audience. With a kiss on my lips, he settles his hand on my thigh. We turn our attention back to the others, in time to watch Connor gently thrusting into Margo’s mouth. A series of low groans escapes his parted lips as he releases.

  Beside me, Henry’s breathing has quickened.

  “Holy fuck. Thank you, sweet Jesus,” Connor murmurs as Margo releases his cock from her mouth. He slips his giant body back into the water and lazily reaches for her, touching her somewhere beneath the water.

  With a satisfactory smile, she wipes the spit from the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Ronan, darling, would you please fill my glass of wine?”

  He glances over at the wine bottle, sitting in the far corner and out of reach of anyone sitting in the tub, and smirks. “No problem.” He eases himself out to perch onto the edge just as Connor did.

  My eyes automatically go to his jutting length as he reaches for the bottle and leisurely pours her a glass. He’s hard and ready, and yet he hasn’t made a move on Margo.

  When I look up, I find his heated gaze on me.

  “Ronan has an exquisite body, don’t you agree, Abigail?” Margo asks, reaching with one hand to accept her wine, while her other smooths over his muscular thigh.

  My mouth opens, but I stall on my words. “Yes, of course he does. He knows that.” I meet his eyes once more before shifting my attention and body toward Henry. I wrap my arm around his waist and lean in to bury my face in his neck. I run the tip of my tongue along his skin, savoring the saltiness.

  “Has Abigail enjoyed....” Margo finishes her sentence in French.

  He answers in French, to which she throws something back, and Henry shifts his gaze to Ronan.

  I frown. “Have I enjoyed what?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You know, it’s really annoying when you two do this. It’s like you have a secret language.”

  “French is a secret language?”

  “It is for the rest of us.”

  “Margo’s just stirring trouble.” Henry’s hard gaze is set across from us.

  “What are you afraid of?” she goads through another sip, her steady gaze matching his. “She is highly sexual. She adores you. She will never stray. Do not let your selfishness and jealousy get in the way of what you know she would enjoy.” She ends her thoughts in French.

  A third voice jumps in, fluently answering her.

  And all of our eyes shift to Ronan as he eases back into the tub.

  “Dude, you speak French? What the hell?” Connor’s face is filled with shock.

  Margo slaps him affectionately across the chest and prattles off in her native language and he responds.

  “I guess it’s not such a secret language after all.” Henry studies Ronan as if for the very first time.

  “What were they saying, Ronan?” I press, knowing he’ll tell me the truth.

  He twists his lips. “Margo was asking if you’ve enjoyed having two men at once, and Wolf told her not in the way she’s meaning. And she suggested letting me join you and him tonight,” he describes calmly.

  My stomach tightens.

  “What about me?” Connor exclaims indignantly.

  “No. It must be Ronan. Besides, you are already busy for tonight.” Margo smiles coyly at Connor, pulling her legs up and apart until her knees are peeking out of the water. His hand is clearly between them, working her over.

  It must be Ronan.

  Why?

  Because I’ve already had sex with him?

  Because I trust him completely?

  Because ever since she put the idea out there earlier today, my mind has been toying with it, wondering? Fantasizing? In a way that would never happen with Connor or any other man?

  Margo pulls herself out of the hot tub. “It’s quite warm in there, isn’t it?” She parts her legs to give everyone a full view of her bare pussy, her lips swollen from arousal. “Connor, please help me.”

  Connor moves fast, as if he’s going to lose his chance. He fits his broad shoulders between Margo’s slender legs, pushing her thighs apart even farther before burying his face.

  She fits one leg behind Ronan’s head, so that he can see Connor’s tongue working her. He watches quietly, his gaze drifting to Margo’s face intermittently. Does he want to have sex with her? Of course he does.

  What part will he play in it?

  Without warning, Henry grabs me by the waist and swiftly pulls me onto his lap, the move setting my breasts above the waterline. Margo’s and Ronan’s eyes immediately lock on them, watching as Henry reaches around to cup and knead them.

  Ronan says something in French and then Henry is circling my nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Ronan’s green eyes flare with fire. Henry pulls me back against his chest and I feel his hard cock between my legs.

  “Tell me now... do you want that?” he whispers.

  I don’t need to ask what he means. “I want you.”

  “You have me no matter what.” His hand presses against my cheek, forcing me to turn to him, to meet his eyes. “Are you curious to know what that feels like?”

  A soft yes curls around my thoughts, but I bite my tongue. “I want... I want your mouth on me and your hands on me, and you inside me. And I don’t want anything to happen that will make you love me less, or make you not want me anymore.”

  Margo’s soft moans are growing louder and in frequency. They grab Henry’s attention momentarily. He watches as she writhes under Connor’s tongue, her gaze now focused solely on Connor. Perhaps Henry’s thinking past that, to the time that he gave her exactly what she’s pushing him to give me.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  His cock t
witches against me, but he says nothing, seemingly content to watch Margo as she grinds against Connor’s face, panting. She unravels a few moments later, her head tilted back, her cries sailing into the night, completely unabashed.

  Even during orgasm, Margo is beautiful.

  Connor climbs out of the tub just far enough to wrestle his wallet from his pants pocket. He pulls out two condoms, tearing the foil package of one of them with his teeth and tossing the other to Ronan, who catches it easily.

  “Go inside. I’ll be there in a minute,” Henry murmurs to me.

  I climb out, feeling Ronan’s heated eyes on my bare ass as much as the biting cold as I rush through the door and into the warm interior of our cabin. I quickly wrap myself in my robe but the shivers have kicked in, shaking my body. They’re all going to be freezing when they come out, I realize. So I dig out a stack of towels from the closet in the liaison’s quarters and head back.

  Margo is straddling Connor’s lap and rocking back and forth. They’re alone in the tub and paying no attention to me.

  I quietly set the stack of towels there and head back inside.

  “Abbi. Come here,” Henry calls from the bedroom.

  I find him next to the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist.

  I frown. “Where did Ronan go?”

  “I’m right here,” Ronan calls from the chair in the corner, also in a towel that Henry must have given him. The gas fireplace has been ignited, pumping heat into the room.

  My stomach flips with nerves.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Silence lingers in the bedroom as the two men quietly watch me process the situation.

  Ronan would not be here if Henry hadn’t already agreed to this. He wouldn’t have the nerve to even suggest stepping inside the room.

  “You told him to come,” I whisper.

  “I gave him a choice,” Henry begins calmly. “I told him that he could either stay outside and help his friend satiate Margo, which will keep him busy all night, or he could come in here and watch me fuck you.” He glares intently at Ronan. “It was one or the other, and he had to choose.”

  Ronan chose this over a night with Margo? A night likely to push even his boundaries, which seem to be nonexistent?

  Ronan chose me over Margo?

  The tension swirling around us is palpable as I glance back at my friend. He’s wearing his typical aloof expression. But I see that dark hunger in his eyes. That dark hunger, and something else.

  Hopefulness.

  Of what, exactly?

  What does Ronan really think is going to happen with a man like Henry here?

  I clear my throat against the rush of nerves. “What if I’m not okay with it?”

  “Then tell him to get the fuck out and he will. He knew that was a chance when he walked through that door.” Henry gives me a steely-eyed look. “But I think we all know that’s not what you want.”

  Oh God. He knows me so well. Still.... “Why does this feel like a test?”

  “It’s not a test, Abbi.” He smirks, holding out his hand, beckoning me. “Unless you count me wanting to know if you’ll finally be honest with me as a test. Come here.” He seizes my hips and pulls me to him. “Are you warm enough?”

  I nod. In fact, my entire body is suddenly on fire with anticipation.

  Is this really happening?

  “Good.” Reaching down, he tugs on his towel to release it from its binding. It falls to the floor, showing me how his thick erection stands in wait, his tip adorned by a single bead. I settle my hands onto his broad shoulders, taking a moment to trace the lines of his collarbone with my fingertips before I lean in replace them with my mouth. Of all my favorite parts to have my mouth on Henry, I still think that might be my top. “I thought you said you’d never share me with anyone,” I whisper.

  So gently, he cups my face between his hands and presses a tender kiss against my lips. “I also said that I don’t ever want you to have regrets.” His blue eyes pierce me. “So this is the once for this. You agreed to Margo in France, and now I’m agreeing to Ronan here.”

  “But I didn’t ask for it.”

  “You don’t have to ask. I know you, and I know what you like.” Henry’s hooded eyes drift behind me. “I wouldn’t be agreeing to this with anyone else. I trust you, and you trust him.”

  I glance back at Ronan and then at Henry. Unspoken words seem to float between the two of them.

  Oh my God. This is actually happening.

  The backs of Henry’s knuckles skate over my nape before trailing down to slip into my robe and around my back, to pull my body flush with his. I feel the hard press of his cock against my stomach. “Always so ready, Abbi,” he whispers, sliding his hand between my legs and dragging it slowly through my slit, back and forth several times.

  “For you, yes. Always.” I trail my tongue along the seam of his lips before leaning in to kiss him, hoping he senses how much I mean that. “I love you more than anything or anyone in the world.”

  He smiles, his confidence dripping from him. “I know that, Abbi. That’s why I can do this with you tonight.” He bows his neck to kiss me deeply, his lips prying mine open wide, fitting his tongue inside.

  I kiss him back eagerly.

  From behind us, a soft curse slips from Ronan’s mouth. The chair creaks as he adjusts in his seat.

  “Something wrong, Lyle?” Henry asks, using his last name, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “Nothing. I just thought I was going to get a half-decent show,” Ronan mocks, though I can tell from the huskiness in his voice that he’s thoroughly aroused by every second of this.

  Henry clenches his teeth so hard, I hear a cracking sound. “I can still kick you out.”

  “Then you’d be unsatisfying your girlfriend on all accounts.”

  “You motherfucker.” Henry shakes his head but he’s grinning. It’s a wicked grin.

  My robe loosens and then slips away under Henry’s hands, the plush white terrycloth falling to the floor, putting my naked body on display for Ronan.

  I shiver.

  “Cold?” Henry asks, trailing a fingertip over the gooseflesh coating my breasts.

  “No.” At least, I don’t feel the cold. I don’t feel anything except Henry’s hard body pressed against me, Ronan’s searing gaze on my back, and the low burn of erotic anticipation coursing through my veins.

  “Good. Turn around,” Henry orders softly.

  I do, slowly, to find Ronan’s molten green eyes taking in my naked flesh from top to bottom, before following Henry’s hand as it slips between my legs again, this time from behind.

  For all the times I’ve watched this happen to others, being the one on display like this is ten times more stimulating.

  I can barely breathe.

  But why the hell would Ronan want to watch this? If he cares for me the way he says he does... wouldn’t this hurt him?

  Did Henry make him feel like he had to?

  “You don’t have to stay,” I say gently.

  Ronan’s gaze flies to meet mine, narrowing slightly. “Do you want me to leave?”

  “No. I just mean, if this is too hard....”

  Finally, I get a smile.

  A smirk, more like, as Ronan reaches over to release his towel and cast it aside. He takes his swollen cock in his palm. “It’s definitely too hard, Red,” he says, his eyes lifting to meet mine for a lingering moment, to show me the amusement in them, before settling down between my legs again.

  Henry slides two fingers inside.

  My lips fall apart with a moan and I adjust my stance to give him more access, surprised that I’m so comfortable in doing so. But that entire scene earlier—all of us naked in the hot tub, Margo and Connor performing in front of us—has left my body wired, desperate for its own release. And Ronan’s eyes on me don’t scare me. This is far from the first time he’s seen me naked. He already knows my body well.

  Henry bows forward to catch my earlobe in his mouth, and I can’
t help but close my eyes and let my head fall back. “You want to come, Abbi?” he murmurs.

  “Yes,” I admit breathlessly, feeling my orgasm hovering there, along my spine, just out of reach.

  “Not yet.” The bed creaks as he takes a seat behind me. Seizing my hips, he guides me back to straddle him in reverse, folding my legs up to nestle against his outer thighs. Keeping me facing Ronan, facing his arousing gaze, as he lifts me slightly to float over his hard cock.

  Need pulses in my core as he drags his tip through my folds.

  “How badly do you want to be fucked by that right now?” Ronan asks in that way he has, his voice a deep lull. His chin is propped up casually on one hand as he observes.

  I hesitate, but only for a split second. “So badly.” Normally I’d be mortified, talking so openly like this. But whatever this is tonight, the three of us are in it together.

  Henry’s strong hands grip my hips tightly. And then he’s pulling me down onto his hard length, sinking all the way to the hilt with one thrust.

  My cry fills the room.

  “Fuck,” Ronan mutters. “You are so goddamn beautiful, Red.” He wraps his fist around himself and begins stroking lazily from root to tip and back again.

  The sight of it sends a pulse deep into my pussy. We’re definitely all in this together now.

  Henry fills his hands with my breasts as he rolls his hips, his thumbs brushing over my peaked nipples teasingly. I arch my back reflexively. “So start fucking me then.” His lips are a soft caress against my nape, even with his sinful words.

  I grind down on him, and feel his head press deep against me inside. It pulls a moan from my throat with each pass as I begin riding him, my thigh muscles clenching around his hips.

  Ronan’s strokes suddenly speed up and his thighs fall farther apart, showing off his swollen sac. He looks ready to burst.

  On impulse, I reach down to skate my middle finger across my clit.

  “Dammit, Abbi!” Ronan grunts, gritting his teeth as milky-white cum spurts from the tip of his cock in streams, over his fist and onto his taut belly.