Cuffed and Dangerous

by Bronwyn Green

  Gideon leaned forward and dragged his lips over her shoulder, his long dreads draping around her, skimming over her skin as he held her tighter. He trailed kisses across the back of her neck, his neatly trimmed beard sensuously scraping her skin. Making his way to her opposite shoulder, he stiffened, and she knew the exact moment he discovered the scars that marred her flesh—the scars from the wounds that nearly claimed her life sixteen years earlier.

  He followed the path of the ruined skin with his fingertips, down her back, under her arm and along the side of her breast. Sensing the unspoken tension, Jude lifted his head and stared at her from where he knelt at her feet. Gideon moved lower, tracking the damage over the swell of her hip, but she laid her hand on top of his and shook her head. She couldn’t go there with these two—not now. Not ever.

  “Don’t,” she whispered. “Just…don’t.”

  “Wrenn?” Concern edged Jude’s voice.

  Ignoring the question in his voice, she attempted to pull away from them, but Gideon locked his hands around her upper arms and held her motionless.

  “Running away?” he murmured against her ear. He turned her in his arms and dragged her against his body. “You don’t have to tell us unless you want to, but like I said before…it might help.”

  “Just make me forget.”

  “We can do that,” Jude promised as he pulled off her shoes and dragged her jeans with them.

  Gideon anchored his fingers in her hair at her nape and tugged her head back, exposing the line of her throat. Shudders slammed through her body as he set his lips and teeth to her vulnerable flesh, wringing needy cries from her as he tasted her. Tracing her jaw line with his lips, he nipped his way to her mouth before demanding entry.

  Unable, or maybe just unwilling to deny him, she opened for him as he delved inside. He tasted of coffee with caramel and cream. A bubble of laughter threatened at the thought of this huge imposing guy drinking heavily sweetened coffee, but he seduced it away when he cupped her breast, rolling her nipple. Her amusement became a groan and she tugged at his t-shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin against hers.

  He released his hold on her hair and yanked the shirt over his head while she fumbled with his belt, the buckle smacking her knuckles as she freed the leather from the metal pin. Gideon toed off his boots and kicked off his pants while Jude did the same.

  As soon as he was finished, Jude spun her to face him and dragged her against the hot, hard flesh of his naked body. Capturing her lips, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, a promise of things to come. Her pussy clenched emptily, and she wished one of them, hell, both of them would fill her.

  Gideon’s hands skimmed across her back and over her scars as he pulled her backward. She startled at his touch, until his lips coasted over her ear. “Don’t think about it. Focus on what we’re about to do to you…how good we’re going to make you feel.”

  Jude stepped closer, his lips hovering above her other ear. “Think about how hard we’re going to make you come…how loud you’re going to scream for us.”

  Wrenn tried to swallow, her mouth suddenly dry.

  Gideon sat down on the porch swing, pulling her to sit on his lap. His rock hard cock seared her with his heat as it nestled between her ass cheeks. Slipping his palms beneath her thighs, he lifted them to drape over his own, the rough hair abrading her skin. Spreading his legs, he opened her further to Jude’s predatory gaze. Her stomach flipped over at the need glittering in his eyes. Lowering himself to his knees, Jude kissed the insides of her thighs, his stubbled cheeks and chin scraping at the tender flesh as he inched closer to his goal.

  “I didn’t get nearly enough last time,” he said, hovering above her weeping pussy. Holding her gaze though the broken lightning, he dragged a thick, blunt finger along her cleft. Her hips arched forward, but Gideon held her down, keeping her pressed to the cock weeping at the small of her back.

  Painting her taut nipple with her juices, Jude leaned forward and drew on her wet peak. “You taste so good,” he muttered huskily against the swell of her breast. Dipping his finger deeper into her body, he repeated the motion with her other nipple as she clasped his head and held it to her, greedy for the sensation of his scalding mouth on her throbbing flesh.

  “Touch yourself,” he demanded as he pulled back, his eyes glinting in the sporadic light. “I want to see your hands on this pretty pussy.”

  “Show him,” Gideon urged her before sinking his teeth into her earlobe.

  Aware of both men’s eyes on her, she slowly slid her fingers downward, parting the short curls covering her pussy as she unerringly found her center.

  “Deeper,” Jude urged. “Show us how you’re going to take our cocks.”

  Closing her eyes, she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling her juices coat her inner thighs.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” Gideon breathed, grabbing her hand and pulling it to his mouth. Without warning, he closed his lips around her slick fingers and hungrily sucked her essence from them. Arousal tightened her abdomen with each pull of his mouth, but she was left wanting.

  With her free hand, she reached forward and pulled Jude’s head toward her aching sex. “Please, Jude,” she whispered.

  “I promise, I won’t stop until you’re pleased,” he growled, his voice harsh with desire. “And maybe not even then.” Lowering his head, he swiped his tongue through her seeping cream. He spread her lips wide before pressing the flat of his tongue to her sensitized flesh, groaning as she lifted her hips into his touch.

  His hair was too short to grab hold of, but she laced her fingers across the back of his skull and held him where she wanted him. “Don’t you dare stop,” she demanded.

  In lieu of an answer, he licked faster as he teased her opening with the tip of his finger. She wanted it inside her so badly. His finger, his cock, anything would do at this point. She just needed to be filled.

  “Quit teasing and fuck me already.”

  “You’re not anywhere near ready for that,” Gideon said as he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, pulling and twisting the distended tips.

  “I am,” she panted. “I swear, I am.”

  Jude’s tongue dipped down—tracing, tasting, tormenting her flesh. “You taste so damn good.”

  She bit her lip in an attempt to hold back the needy cries, but it didn’t work. The breathy sobs escaped and merged with the storm as he slowly slid a finger inside her greedy body. Adding a second one, he worked them in and out of her as Gideon whispered in her ear about how much Jude loved going down on her.

  Lapping upward, Jude trailed circles around her clit, never touching it. She tried to thrust her hips and force the contact, but Gideon held her down, his fingertips biting into her hips. She’d never imagined being restrained could be so exciting, but the more firmly he held her, the higher her arousal climbed.

  “You like it,” he breathed hotly against her ear. “You like it when I hold you down.” He kissed the side of her neck. “Your nipples are so hard…begging for my touch.” He trailed his lips along her spine, sending fierce shivers of desire through her body as he pulled her more tightly against his cock. “God, you feel good,” he groaned as he thrust helplessly against her.

  At least she wasn’t the only affected by this compelling want. Scooting forward slightly, she freed a hand from Jude’s, reached behind her and wrapped her fingers around the width of Gideon’s cock. Sliding her fist up his thick, satiny shaft, she squeezed firmly, satisfaction spreading through her at the catch in his breathing.

  “I need to be inside you,” he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her spine. “I need to feel your sweet cunt gripping me.”

  Anticipation tumbled through her stomach as her pussy clamped involuntarily around Jude’s fingers. He lifted his face from between her legs and grinned. “She likes it when you talk dirty to her, too.” Without warning, he drew her neglected clit between his lips, sucking sharply at it. Plunging his fingers deeper, he a
dded a third and stroked the inner walls of her channel while she trembled, her release threatening.

  Gideon must have sensed her impending orgasm. He wrapped a thick arm around her waist, pinioning her to him, and lifted his other hand to pluck harder at her nipples. Her head dropped back against his shoulder, while Jude’s fingers drove into her body as he grazed the swollen flesh of her clit with his teeth and sent her screaming over the edge. Her internal muscles clenched and unclenched around his fingers as he sucked harder on her clit, his groans vibrating against her responsive flesh. Spasms rolled through her body, jarring as the storm around them. Panting, she finally slumped against Gideon’s chest.

  Jude pressed gentle kisses to her trembling stomach as he stared up at her, his green eyes full of thoughts she couldn’t begin to guess at. As it was, she could barely remember her own name. The orgasm had taken off the edge of her arousal, but more than anything, she was dying to feel one of them inside her.

  “Stand up,” Wrenn ordered, her voice husky from screaming. Jude rose, and she got her first good look at his cock. Thick and long, it curved upward toward his tightly muscled stomach. Releasing her grip on Gideon, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around Jude’s shaft, tracing the veins and ridges with her fingertips as she drew him closer.

  He watched her through hooded eyes as she ran her thumb across the tip, smearing the drops of pre-cum that had formed. The raw hunger in his gaze was overwhelming. Leaning forward, she guided his arousal to her mouth and tentatively licked her way around the swollen head. He lifted his hands toward her head but apparently thought better of it, forcing his clenched fists to his sides.

  She swirled her tongue around the wide head, watching his jaw tighten while he sucked air through his clamped teeth. Teasing him, she drew the head into her mouth and flicked her tongue over the spongy flesh before surging forward and taking him as deeply as she could. His back arched and he drove his fingers through her hair, a strangled cry of pleasure trapped in his throat.

  “Christ, Wrenn,” he groaned as he pushed his hips forward. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, she dragged her short nails up the inside of his thigh to cup his balls and tug on them gently.

  Gideon slipped his hand between her legs to stroke her exposed cunt while she worked the throbbing length of Jude’s cock between her lips. His whispered pleas took on a desperate tone and his rhythmic lunges picked up speed.

  “Your lips look so beautiful stretched around his cock,” Gideon whispered while Jude tightened his fists in her hair. “The only thing prettier would be your mouth wrapped around mine.”

  His coarse words washed over her and she couldn’t help but imagine sucking his cock, too. A fresh rush of cream dampened his hand as he caressed her swollen flesh. Sliding her hand over Jude’s shaft in time with her bobbing head, she braced her other hand on his hip, her thumb stroking the delineated curve. The speed and depth of his thrusts increased, but she took it all. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given her.

  Staring up at him, she watched as he sank his teeth into his full lower lip as he gently brushed her hair from her eyes. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re so damn…”

  His eyes closed and the rest of his sentence came out as a guttural moan as she pressed the sensitive spot under the crown. He was almost there. She could feel it.

  He tried to disengage, but she wouldn’t release him. “Wrenn,” he warned. “I’m too close…I’m gonna...”

  She tightened her grip around his cock, hoping he’d figure out she wasn’t letting him go.

  He opened his eyes and stared at her, his breathing harsh. His cock jerked in her mouth and she took him deeper. Fingers tangled in her hair, his head dropped back, his lips parted as he spilled into her mouth and down her throat. Swallowing around his cock, she took every shuddering spurt. Only when he was fully spent did she let him slip from her lips.

  Jude gazed down at her with an expression that looked a little like awe. Keeping his grip on her hair, he pushed her against Gideon’s chest and kissed her, their combined tastes mingling in her mouth. She couldn’t believe she was actually pinned between two naked men and loving every minute of it. What was wrong with her?

  Gideon lured the question away by trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up her spine and over her shoulder. When he reached her ear, he bit the lobe, before soothing the sting with his tongue. “I’m getting jealous,” he said, only half teasing.

  Momentarily releasing Jude, she peered at Gideon over her shoulder. “So do something about it.”

  He didn’t waste any time answering the challenge. Scooting forward, he sat on the edge of the swing and held out his hand. Jude slapped a condom in it. She froze, galvanized by the sound of tearing foil. In record time, he’d sheathed himself and lifted her until she hovered helplessly, wetly over the head of his cock. Heat seared her as his shaft lodged thickly against her opening. His fingers tightened and he hauled her down on top of him.

  She cried out at the sharp, satisfying twinge of pain as she adjusted to the girth separating her tender tissues. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex, and it certainly wasn’t with someone built like Gideon. She was sure that no man had ever felt better.

  He dropped his forehead to her back and took deep, slow breaths, his entire body taut, trembling with the effort of holding still. “You’re so fucking tight.” He stroked the swell of her hip. “I’m not going to be able to hold back for much longer.”

  “No one said you had to,” she rasped as her internal muscles rippled around him. She wanted him pounding as hard and fast as he could—hard enough to batter down all the fears and memories.

  Bracing her hands on his knees, she lifted herself upward, her body grasping his thick cock like it never wanted to let go. Gideon gripped her hips and tugged her back down, meeting his upward thrust. He guided her up and down his hard length, powering in and out of her body. Jude dropped to his knees between their spread legs and caressed her breasts. Brushing his thumbs across her distended nipples, he teased her before leaning forward and drawing them between his lips.

  The sensations were overwhelming. One man surging inside her and another sucking at her breasts—even if she’d wanted to hold back, it would have been impossible. She contracted around Gideon’s cock as release pounded over her like the storm tossed waves on the shore. Shuddering violently, she held onto Jude’s shoulders for support as the other man plowed upward, demanding that she take more with every frenzied lunge. More than willing to accept everything he offered, she met him thrust for thrust.

  Jude continued sucking her nipples, pulling them firmly into his mouth. The unmistakable swell of release began to build again. Her body tightened and her cries meshed with the rumbling thunder. These men would likely be the death of her, but there were far worse ways for bounty hunters to die. She almost laughed at the insanity of it, still not quite able to believe she was having sex with two men. Two near strangers. Two shifters. When had she stopped thinking of them as shifters—something to be hunted—and started thinking of them as people? As soon as the thought appeared, it vanished, lured away by a pounding cock and clever lips.

  As Jude lapped at her, the head of his semi-hard penis bumped against her clit. The stimulation against her over sensitized flesh was overwhelming. With a wicked smile, he grasped his cock and dragged the head over her aching, swollen flesh.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “So tight around his cock.” Using a blunt fingertip, he traced where she and Gideon were joined. She trembled slightly at the faint caress, drawing a strangled groan from the man inside her.

  Lowering his head, Jude dragged the flat of his tongue over her exposed flesh of her parted folds.

  “More,” she whispered. “More.”

  Gripping her thighs, he complied, his tongue dancing across her folds and around her clit. A fresh rush of moisture seeped from her body at the intensity of the pleasure. She’d never imagined anything could feel a
s good as one man buried inside her and another licking and sucking her pussy.

  Gideon pounded harder, plunged deeper and penetrated her more fully than she’d thought possible while Jude continued to lap at her aching flesh, pushing her past any semblance of control. Screaming mindlessly, she convulsed around Gideon’s cock. She came more forcefully this time digging her fingers into Jude’s neck and head, holding him to her spasming cunt.

  Suddenly, Gideon stiffened, biting down on the side of her neck, his fingers digging mercilessly into her hips. His cock jerked hard inside her as he came, filling the condom with shuddering gushes. Bonelessly, she sank back against his chest while Jude slumped onto her lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. The sound of their ragged breathing was barely audible above the storm.

  * * * *

  Gideon lifted a sleeping Wrenn in his arms and carried her inside, laying her in the center of his bed while Jude gathered their wet clothes and draped them in front of the fireplace to dry. They’d sat for so long on the swing, she’d fallen asleep. He looked at the woman snoring softly, able to make out every detail, thanks to his preternatural vision, including the fingertip shaped bruises on her hips. He sighed. Had the power stayed on and the storm held off for a few more minutes, he had no doubt that she’d be long gone by now and he never would have had the single most amazing sexual experience of his life. Knowing how much she hated shape shifters, he was still surprised that she’d responded like she had. But fear was a powerful aphrodisiac.

  Guilt prodded its way into his consciousness. Judging from the scarring over her torso, she had plenty of reasons to hate shifters. Despite the near darkness, he could make out the brutal wounds. They looked to be decades old, and judging from their severity, she was lucky to be alive. His guilt increased as he remembered the way they’d pinned her between them. Had they pushed her to hard?

  He didn’t doubt her attraction to them. He’d scented her arousal in the parking lot of the Jack Pine, and it had only increased when she’d set foot in his house. But still, had they taken advantage of her? Sure, the sex was phenomenal, but he actually liked this woman. A lot. He knew Jude well enough to know that he did too. They’d certainly shared women in the past—women they’d liked, but none of them affected him like Wrenn had. There was something about the way she cloaked her vulnerability with a hard ass attitude that made him want to hold her close and promise nothing bad would ever happen to her again. Of course, he’d be willing to bet she’d try to beat him senseless if he tried—or at least threaten to cuff him. Of course, he wouldn’t let that happen. He’d much rather see her bound and at his mercy.