Temptation's Hold [Temptation, Wyoming 4]

by Zoey Marcel

  “Do you want me to teach you who really owns your body and soul?” he whispered darkly into her ear, grazing the lobe gently with his teeth.

  Her mouth fell open and the desperate sounds emanating from her drove him insane. If he wasn’t careful, the beast within would emerge and he’d claim her tonight.

  His tongue traced the bite mark Lucius had made on her. When Brad did claim her, he’d place his mark over the top of the son of a bitch’s and erase the hold he had on her. “Do you want me to put my mark on you, Chanel, so everyone knows you belong to me?”

  Her eyes flew open in fear and her lips trembled. “Oh god, Brad, please don’t tempt me.”

  “You want it.”

  “It doesn’t matter what I want. He’ll kill you.”

  Chanel moaned into his hand when he covered her mouth and Brad felt her surrender beneath him. She wanted him to mate with her and bite her.

  “Never mind what he wants. What do you want?” He suctioned the skin joining her neck and shoulder into his mouth, sucking it fervently until a tiny cry of yearning wrung from her throat. “That’s it, just feel. Give yourself over to it.”

  “Brad, I can’t stop myself when I’m this high,” she pleaded in a tiny whisper. “I want you so bad and I’m selfish enough to risk your life to feel this way. Please don’t make me hurt you.”

  “I’m not going to die, Chanel. Neither will I let this go. You’re mine, not his. You know that.” He took the key from her, pleased that she didn’t fight him to try and keep it.

  She swallowed nervously when he tossed it across the room, throwing her chance of escape to the wind.

  “The key’s gone, babe. Your only hope of retreat now is your safe word. Or do you still think I won’t honor it if you choose to use it?”

  Chanel heaved a shaky sigh. “I trust you, Brad.”

  His name on her lips made him crazy for her. He grazed his teeth over the bite mark, eliciting a sudden shiver. “You know this feels right. Say yes, Chanel. Submit to me.”

  She shuddered beneath him, becoming breathless when he bit her lightly with his human teeth before clamping down harder, fighting everything within him not to let his canines drop and claim her.

  “Say yes,” he growled against her skin.

  A subtle cry of wanton surrender emerged from her and she opened her mouth to answer him, but a sudden knock at the door from outside the room prevented her.

  Brad sighed, swearing under his breath. “Who is it?”

  “It’s us.” Cory.

  Brad sat up. “Come in.”

  Dawson entered with Cory, their eyes widening when they saw the nude, outstretched offering Chanel was and the way she was shackled to the large bed.

  “Hot damn! I call first fuck,” Cory said decisively.

  “Not so fast. She still needs to be dealt with,” said Brad.

  Dawson grinned. “Don’t tell me you used the ginger on her.”

  “That’s exactly what I did. She needed it bad.” Brad picked the key up off the floor and tossed it to Cory. “Unchain her and flip her over onto her back. Handcuff her again when you do.”

  Chanel shuddered, seeming drugged over the idea.

  Brad watched Cory prepare her while Dawson eyed her with evident desire. Brad knew Chanel enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure, though he doubted she was a masochist. But he realized tonight that it was being dominated that she craved most and it thrilled him endlessly to know it. She thirsted to be owned and controlled by a strong alpha male, and it fueled his sense of masculine pride and his libido to the hilt.

  Lucius had known this and took advantage of the rare treasure that had fallen into his lap. He’d awakened those desires in Chanel, but he abused his power over her. In that moment, Brad realized how much control he had over this woman and the knowledge both empowered and humbled him. He could do anything he wanted to her. She’d told him she would let him and he could see clearly that he owned her completely.

  But he could never hurt her. This power he now had over her was a gift and he must cherish it and deal with her responsibly. She was his to love, to fuck, to provide for, and to protect.

  Lucius had been strangely silent these past two days. Chanel was understandably apprehensive, though at times she’d conveyed her feeble hope that perhaps he’d decided to let her go.

  Brad had his doubts. People always assumed that the cute, cuddly bear cubs were left unguarded simply because they couldn’t see the adult bear in the bushes, watching their every move, just waiting for a reason to strike.

  Brad would give Lucius a reason to come out of hiding and show himself so they could settle this once and for all. He needed to threaten the hold Lucius had on her. Brad must either get her to agree to let him and Cory claim her so they would all be mated to her and break the curse Lucius had over her, or Brad would have to get Chanel to agree to become his slave.

  * * * *

  Chanel was surprised by how much being shackled to a bed and helpless to the will of her cowboys turned her on. The flashbacks had been way too strong to cope with at first, but they were slowly fading into a hedonistic awareness of the three men she loved more than she could stand.

  Her eyes widened when she saw Brad cut a small, round piece off the ginger with his knife. Where was he going to put such a small chunk?

  She licked her lips as she watched Cory and even Dawson strip. Dawson stopped after his pants, but he smiled when she cleared her throat and arched a brow at him until he finished undressing for her. Now they were all naked except for Brad. What the hell was he doing over there and still clothed?

  He approached her with the flat, round hunk of ginger and her mouth fell open when he placed it on her clitoris and held it in place when she tried to escape the fiery juice invading her there. If the vicious burn in her anus had been compelling, this was far more intense and brutal.

  “Brad.” She didn’t recognize her shaky voice or the breathless panting of the conquered woman filling her ears. Her old obsession was slowly creeping to the surface, threatening to expose her need to be dominated and controlled. Would Brad use it against her if he knew?

  “Yes, baby doll.” His hushed tone and the hot darkness in his captivating brown eyes gave her chills.

  “I need...I...Oh my god!”

  The inferno blazing on her clit was almost unbearable. The juice resembled lava as it sizzled her gem into a state of burning tingles and aching madness. Chanel thrashed against the mattress, the cuffs digging into her skin to serve as a reminder that she was completely at his mercy.

  “What do you need, Chanel? Do you need me to rub your clit with the ginger?”

  “Oh god, no! What’s the matter with you?” she shrieked when he did so, unleashing hot, searing retribution on her swollen, throbbing nubbin. “You hot bastard!”

  Brad grinned, pressing the ginger more firmly to her clitoris. “So you think I’m hot, do you?”

  Chanel wailed at the increasing heat smoldering on her private flesh. It hurt so badly, yet the agonizing firestorm provoked dark, wicked needs she only felt whenever a strong, take-charge man overpowered her and broke her will until it merged with his.

  After all these years, she was still addicted—addicted to BDSM and strong, sexy men who wouldn’t take no for an answer. It frightened her to realize how much control Brad had gained over her, yet she was powerless to resist the web of seduction he’d crafted for her.

  Her eyes stung and she thrashed against the mattress, needing to get closer to them and feel them in her pussy.

  “Shit, that’s hot. I’m coming, baby,” Cory promised her.

  “Don’t touch her,” Brad objected, eyes flickering down to look at her. “Not until she begs for it.”

  She groaned her frustration. “Touch me, damn it.”

  “That sounded like an order. I don’t take orders from women, sweetheart.”

  Chanel screamed lightly when he pressed the ginger even harder down over her engorged clit, his face blazing wit
h determination and arousal. She couldn’t believe how badly she wanted them. She always did, but now she burned for them with a craving that bordered psychotic. Her noises of pain and pleasure made her hot and it was more than apparent that her men felt the same way.

  “Do you like that, love? Being chained to a bed and naked while we tease and torture you with pain and pleasure until you plead with us to stop before begging us to continue?” Brad taunted her seductively.

  Chanel moaned, melting into the confusing, maddening union of fire and need smoldering all over her clit. Her eyes spilled moisture over the intensity of the burn and the shock that this was really happening. Brad was getting through to her, seducing her surrender, and making her want to submit to his domination. She couldn’t let him, but she couldn’t fight him when she wanted him so badly, and his brothers.

  But how could she give herself over to them as their mate and slave when the thought scared her to death and Lucius would ultimately kill them for it?

  “Our marks are going to look so pretty on you,” Cory said happily.

  Her eyes flew open and she swallowed. “Wh–what?”

  Brad looked down at her seriously. “We can break the hold Lucius has over you...if you let us claim you.”

  She shook her head against the pillow. “No.”

  “Ugh! Why not?” Cory whined.

  Dawson sighed. “Let them claim you, honey. It’s for your own protection and our baby’s.”

  Chanel stuck to her guns. “I can take care of myself and our baby just fine.”

  Brad looked aggravated. “If it weren’t for us you’d be a fucking vampire right now and our baby would be dead. You need us, woman.”

  “I thought a demon took possession of a body after it’s been bitten by a vampire,” said Dawson.

  “That’s the case with humans, but since she’s part shifter, she would’ve actually transformed into one,” Brad explained. His attention returned to Chanel. “Every time you say no to us you’re putting yourself and our baby at risk. No more.”

  “I’m not going to argue with you,” Chanel ground out, wincing at the fierce burn of ginger on her clit.

  “No, I’m done arguing with you,” Brad countered with a no-nonsense expression. “If you don’t submit to us, one of these days he’s going to take you away and probably hurt the baby because you defied him. You already lost a baby to Lucius. Do you really want to lose another one to him?”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Fuck you.”

  Brad removed the ginger and delivered a nasty slap to her pussy, directly over her sensitive clitoris. She screamed, shuddering in arousal when he got onto the bed and sat between her legs.

  “Stop swearing,” he warned in a subdued tone.

  She lost her breath when he massaged her clit, spreading the searing juices all over it.

  “It’s our baby, too, and we’re not going to stand by and allow your negligence to get it killed.”

  Her jaw dropped at his audacity. “Screw you! I’m a damned good mother.”

  Chanel wailed at the severe pinching on her skin when Brad bit her inner thigh.

  “I never said you weren’t, but your failure to let us claim you when it’s the only way to save you and the baby is incredibly foolish. That’s exactly what Lucius wants—to keep you trapped and afraid of him. You fell for that before and look where it got you.”

  Her eyes burned. “You son of a bitch.”

  He gave her a warning with his eyes before lowering his head and breathing his response against the naked flesh of her labia. “I’m done playing games with you, Chanel. I’m not losing you or the baby to him. You’re ours and we’ll do whatever we have to do to protect you and gain your surrender.”

  Chanel let out a wild gasp and her body started to shake when Brad kissed her bare cunt before parting her moist cleft and nibbling her sex lips. The stimulation was to die for and she couldn’t seem to get close enough to his mouth. She held back a scream when his lips slurped her clitoris into his mouth and sipped it gently.

  Dawson and Cory climbed onto the bed. Dawson kneaded her breasts, nuzzling the side of one with his face as he buried his nose against her armpit.

  Chanel squirmed, not used to the strange contact. She’d showered before coming here and was clean, but it was odd and invasive to have a man so close to her there.

  When he dragged his tongue up the skin under her arm, she wriggled against her restraints before becoming calm by the soothing way he lulled to her. There was something strangely flattering about having a man enjoy that place on her.

  Cory kissed a warm, loving trail down her legs until he reached her feet. It touched her the way he kissed first the tops and then the soles of her feet, seeming to worship her. She flailed a little when his tongue swiped over the bottom of her left foot, tickling the skin in its wake.

  He grinned and repeated the act. “Oops.”

  Chanel melted into the attention from multiple men at once as Dawson pleasured her upper body all over with his mouth while Cory sucked her toes one by one and Brad ate hungrily at her drenched pussy. It really was too much, yet somehow not enough.

  “Please. Please,” she pleaded through a defeated whimper.

  Brad’s head raised, eyes dark with lust and authority. “You want to come, babe?”

  “Yes.”

  “You can come all you want to...just as soon as you let us claim you.”

  Chanel threw her head back with a groan. She might have known he’d behave like a prick. “Ugh! Why?”

  He answered her rhetorical question. “Because it’s what’s best for you. You constantly put yourself and our baby in danger and we won’t stand for it anymore.”

  “You’re not claiming me.”

  “Then you’re not coming.”

  She screeched in frustration, surprised that Brad chuckled instead of spanking her cunt for showing her exasperation with him.

  “We’ll make you so hot and wet you’ll beg us to claim you. It won’t be long now,” he whispered against her pulsing clitoris just before he stroked it with his tongue, dragging a longing gasp from her.

  “I don’t need to come.”

  The bastard dared to smirk at her. “Yeah, you do. She’s hurting bad, isn’t she, Dawson?”

  Dawson looked down at Chanel with a caring grin. “Yeah, she is. I don’t think her sweet vagina has ever hurt this bad before.”

  She blushed, realizing that Dawson could sense her insane yearning through the bond they shared. “I’m fine. Maybe you’re the one with the aching vagina.”

  Dawson laughed. “Thanks, hon. Always appreciated.”

  Brad grinned and laved her slit thoroughly with his tongue. “The ache is almost unbearable, isn’t it?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I feel just fine, really.” Chanel bit back a horny moan at the ravenous way Brad ate her out while Dawson sucked on her neck with a voracity that would leave hickeys on her.

  She felt a swell of heat in her breasts and belly when she felt Cory’s lust-struck eyes on her and saw him gape at her as he took her foot and rubbed it all over his crotch.

  The soft, turgid shaft felt sinfully delicious against the sole of her foot and the feel of his hairy sac grinding against her foot drove her crazy. Her toes twirled in his pubic hair and she choked on a startled scream of need when two of Brad’s long, thick fingers slipped into her soaked pussy just enough to pull her opening that much wider so he could cram his tongue up inside of her.

  “It won’t work! I’ll never—Oh god! Submit to—Oh my god!”

  “Just say yes, baby. It ain’t that hard,” Cory panted, his cock swelling against the friction of her foot rubbing against it. “We’ll make you feel so good.”

  Dawson suckled her earlobe. “Just say yes, sweet thing. You know we love you. We’d die for you if we had to.”

  Damn them all to hell. Cory with his playful flirting, Dawson with his caring devotion, and Brad with his assertive dominance. They all seduced her a
nd she didn’t know if the absence of Lucius’s voice in her head was proof of how right this was, or if he was simply testing her and would unleash his retribution on them all if she gave into them.

  Chanel whined and wailed when Brad’s mouth retreated, shivering when she saw the animal rearing to life in his eyes. They were a grayish-brown shade. What sort of beast had eyes that color?

  “Damn it, Chanel, I’m about to spurt all over your feet. Hurry up and let us bite you already,” Cory complained.

  “I want to come, too.” She tilted her pelvis in hopes of reaching Brad’s mouth again, but he coerced her back down against the mattress, eyes wild and impassioned.

  “You want to come?”

  “Yes! You know I do.”

  “Then let us claim you.” Brad stared her down, eyes displaying his anger at her defiance with unabashed boldness. His head lowered again and he made wet circles all over her clit with his tongue and pulled away just before she could come.

  Chanel groaned, feeling so frustrated she wanted to scream or hit something. She sobbed with tormented pleasure as the maddening stimulation continued all over her conquered body.

  “Say yes,” Brad growled against her bare flesh as he pierced a finger into her dripping channel.

  She bucked and squealed at the penetration that both alleviated and aggravated the unbearable ache in her cunt.

  “Say yes, damn you.” The finger retreated and only his wicked, teasing tongue remained.

  “Yes!”

  Brad raised his eyes to look at her. “Is that what you want—to be our mate?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re not just saying it to get off?” Cory teased her with a wink.

  Chanel shook her head. The tears trickling down her cheeks felt like a healing rain. “You know I love you—all of you. I’ll be your mate if you promise me that it will destroy the hold Lucius has over me and I’ll be free to be yours.”

  “It will work, love,” Dawson promised her as he kissed her tears away.

  She nodded with a shaky sigh. “Okay, then. Cory first, though.”

  “Bite her on the left side,” Brad told him.