Brazen Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  Why the hell couldn’t she just turn around so he could have eye contact with her? Of course, her perky ass was a feast for the eyes, so he wasn’t complaining. “I’m in chains, Claire. What could I do to you?”

  She hesitated before heading up the steps to leave. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  Mating heat. He could tell she was drowning in it. That was one of the many perks of being a tiger shifter. Not only would he be enamored with her, but his true mate would likewise be consumed with mating heat. She wouldn’t be able to fight her lust for him for much longer. She would succumb to his will and take him into her body. Her attraction was obvious. It was only a matter of time now.

  Claire returned as promised a few minutes later with a tray of food and water. Nex watched her set it down on a barrel. He licked his lips when he saw the way her attire hugged her rump. It seemed strange how many of the women in this time and place wore trousers, but they emphasized her backside far better than any dress he’d ever seen back in the fourteenth century. A man could get used to seeing a woman’s curves regularly displayed by her clothing.

  “It’s just some leftover meat, cheese and crackers from the party the other night. I brought some black olives and water too,” she said.

  “Thank you.” That wasn’t a phrase he had used much in his life, but from what he’d observed of humans, it seemed to be the polite thing to say when a kindness was extended to him

  “How should…”

  “Feed me from your hand.” He kept his voice soft and sensual as he sought to penetrate her with the deep intensity of his stare.

  She quickly averted her eyes and turned her attention to the tray. He could hear the rapid beating of her heart in his head and see the way her fingers trembled as she brought the plate over to him. He liked the way she had stacked a chunk of meat and cheese on each cracker for him. The little devils proved to be quite appetizing. He held her gaze as she fed him. In all his gallivanting as a human, he’d never eaten from a lover’s hand before. This was new to him, but he found the experience to be intimate and bonding.

  Claire didn’t say a word through any of this, but her body language said everything her mouth didn’t. The way she refused to hold eye contact with him while he ate from her hand sang of her need and denial. When she did look up into his eyes, she appeared mesmerized by him and scared of him and the building hunger deep inside of her.

  “Is this your first time?” he asked in a hushed tone.

  Her answer sounded breathless. “What?”

  “Feeding a man out of your hand?”

  “Oh, yeah, it is.”

  Nex nearly groaned when she fed him an olive with her fingers. He felt her smooth, slender digits brushing against his lips when he took each olive. “Where are we?”

  “This is a club.”

  “A club?” His mind drew a blank. The only clubs he knew of were the big, wooden sticks to hit people with over the head. Those were fun.

  “It’s a gathering place for people who are into BDSM and other alternative practices.”

  “What is BDSM?”

  “It stands for bondage, dominance and submission, and sadomasochism.”

  “What is sadomasochism?”

  She blushed. “It’s…it’s when people use pain to enhance…A sadist is someone who enjoys inflicting pain and a masochist is someone who enjoys receiving it.”

  He grinned. “I see. Such practices have been around since the beginning of time I suppose. I have indulged in such things myself, though no one ever had a name for it back then.”

  “It’s a nice club.” She wanted to change the subject. As if he would let her. She held a cup of water up to his lips, smiling when he started to lap at it with his tongue.

  “That’s not right, is it?” Not for a human anyway. He put his lips to the rim and she tilted it slightly as he quenched his thirst. “Thank you. Do you enjoy pain, Claire?”

  Her pupils dilated and she averted her eyes. “I don’t know.”

  “I enjoy inflicting pain.”

  “I’m sure you do.”

  “Do you enjoy pleasure, Claire?”

  Her lips parted in surprise, but she quickly returned the cup to the tray. “Who doesn’t?”

  “How many men have you found pleasure with?”

  She spun around, her baby-blue eyes flashing with indignation and streaks of gray and green. “That is none of your business.”

  “I have been with my share of women.”

  “God help them.”

  He grinned. “I made them very happy.”

  She blushed, but it pleased him to see her lips twitching as if trying to keep from smiling. “I’m sure you did.”

  He almost chuckled at this. Despite her fear and uncertainty, she liked him or at the very least seemed to be insanely attracted to him. “I can make you very happy, Claire.”

  His cock swelled with blood when he smelled her nectar. Her little cunnie was creaming for him. He stepped forward, tugging gently on his restraints. The links in the chains creaked at him tauntingly, reminding him of his captivity, which prevented him from getting to his mate.

  “I don’t throw my cat around,” she finally said, picking up the tray to leave.

  He didn’t know what the hell she meant by cat, but he had a pretty good idea of her intended meaning. She wasn’t a whore. That was a shame. Was she a maiden or somewhere between the two? “I know you want me.”

  “Excuse me?” She spun around to face him, appearing scandalized by the accusation or perhaps embarrassed that his arrogance had actually been completely accurate when he said that.

  “You’re confused right now. I understand that. You fear me because of my enthusiasm at our first meeting the other night.”

  She snickered humorlessly. “Enthusiasm? You assaulted me.”

  “I’ve never felt this way before either.”

  “What way?”

  “Possessed.”

  She stiffened, seeming almost bitter. “What do you know about possession?”

  “This mating heat we are both feeling is all consuming. We can’t fight it and we shouldn’t.”

  “Nice try, Nex. I don’t feel anything for you except for repulsion.”

  His eyes narrowed in challenge. “Oh really? So do you cream for all the men who repulse you then?”

  She gaped at him in shock. “No! Fuck you!”

  “Would you like that, Claire?”

  She gasped, cheeks turning pink as she dashed up the stairs. “Stay away from me.”

  Oh, sweet, naive little Claire. That was the last thing he intended to do.

  * * * *

  Claire awoke early the following morning. Dreams of Nex drove her awake. She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was arrogant and presumptuous, but he looked so handsome and tempting, he was driving her crazy. She took a cold shower to cool off the erotic steam that hovered over her, but it didn’t help.

  She even read a smutty book about a woman and three men, but rather than satisfying her physical craving, it only made it that much stronger. She pictured herself as the woman in the story and Nex, Joaquin and Dakarai as her three male lovers.

  Despite Rochelle’s objection, she lay on the bed on her back and slipped her hand into her panties. Maybe this time she could get off. Perhaps she could attempt to drown out Rochelle’s nagging insults long enough to stay turned on and reach climax. It didn’t work. She didn’t have the experience required for release and Rochelle’s preaching and slamming always put a damper on her few attempts at masturbation.

  Claire had been kept busy the past two nights. The members that came in went into private rooms and Joaquin, Dakarai and Brad didn’t do any demonstrations. There was no sexual energy out in the bar area or anywhere close enough for her to feed off of.

  The book was helping, but she needed more. She needed sex.

  “Get married if you can’t control yourself, you little tart!” Rochelle yelled at her from within.

  Clair
e staggered to her feet and grabbed a denim miniskirt from her suitcase. It was rather skimpy considering it was October, but she just needed to throw something on quickly to cover her lower body. Well, the necessary parts anyway. She had on a pink, spaghetti-strap tank top, but it wasn’t until she reached the door to the cellar that she realized she had forgotten to put on a bra.

  “Oh my gosh, you’re going to throw your virginity away. Trashy whore! You don’t even know him.”

  “We’re just going to make out. That’s all.” Claire wasn’t sure if she said that to persuade Rochelle to lighten up or if she wanted to reassure herself that nothing scandalous would happen between her and Nex.

  “I don’t believe you. You’re dressed like a tramp.”

  “I just want to feel sexy. There’s nothing wrong with kissing.”

  “Fine, but only if you behave yourself. No groping genitals or taking clothes off. Stick with kissing and touching whatever else that isn’t worn under a person’s underwear.”

  “Fine. Whatever.”

  Claire took a deep breath and stepped into the cellar. The stairs felt cold on her bare feet. She should have put on shoes before coming down. Hell, she should have donned a bra, pants and hoodie given the chilly temperature down here. Her nipples puckered through the thin cotton. Whether from the cold autumn-morning air or depraved hunger, she wasn’t sure. She only knew that in this moment she felt possessed.

  Nex snapped to attention when he saw her. His pupils dilated with lust as he studied her head to toe. “That has to be the most gloriously provocative attire I have ever seen on a woman. It is rather cold to be dressed so scantily, though, or did you put that on for me?”

  “Yes. No.”

  His gorgeous greenish-gray eyes glowed with carnality. “I know why you are here, Claire.”

  “Why?”

  “You came down here to have sex with me.”

  The arrogant assumption should have made her blush or lash out indignantly, but his evident delight over this knowledge only made her nipples harder and her panties damper. “Maybe I just wanted to come down here and rub it in your face that I’m free and you’re not.”

  His eyes narrowed, but his smile looked mischievous. “I won’t always be chained up like this. And someday you will have to pay for those words. Then we can see if you like pain and pleasure after all.”

  Her breath hitched and she had to squeeze her thighs together, trying hard not to make a sound when she felt her pussy gush at his words. The moment felt surreal as she approached him. Her feet felt light, as though she were floating. Claire stole a glance at the impressive bulge in his pants and let her eyes wander over his shirt covering what looked to be a strong, solid chest. His outstretched arms were buff and defined. She wanted to feel those big, manly arms around her while they made love—made out.

  Nex’s countenance blazed with lust and his tone softened to a heady murmur. “You couldn’t resist, could you?”

  “I should.”

  “But you won’t. Touch me, Claire. You know you want to.”

  She did want to very badly. She ran her hands up and down the sturdy planes of his torso, enjoying the narcotic sounds of bliss he made. Her palms slid under his shirt and caressed his ripped abs. “Oh my god, you’re shredded.”

  She raised his shirt so she could see his cut abs and muscular chest. The skin felt smooth and hard beneath her wandering fingers with a light feathering of hair over his chest. He was a masterpiece.

  “Do you like what you see?” he asked gently.

  “Yes,” she whispered, “very much.”

  “Show me your stomach and breasts,” he commanded hotly. “I’m chained. It’s only fair.”

  Claire stepped back, body shaking with nervousness and delight. She slowly lifted her top for him just enough to show her flat, toned abs and bare breasts to him.

  His eyes flared wild with passion and he jerked against the chains in frustration, trying to reach her. “Unchain me.”

  She lowered her top again and shook her head. “No.”

  He groaned loudly with apparent aggravation. “Damn you.”

  “We’re not going to fool around. I just want to make out.”

  He didn’t look like he had a clue what she was talking about.

  “You know, kiss and touch. That’s all.”

  “You irritating little tease,” he grumbled.

  “Well, fine then. If you don’t want to kiss me…” She headed toward the stairs, simpering at his loud protest.

  “No! Get back here! I want to kiss you. I can’t bend down because of my confinement, but if you shimmy up my body and wrap your legs around me then I can kiss you.”

  She walked swiftly over to him and jumped a little, climbing up his body until her legs were wrapped around his hips and her face was near his. Their lips touched for the first time before their mouths parted and joined together as one. The slow, steamy kiss was magical. His tongue rolled on hers again and again. Their lips teased and sucked each other as their mouths made love to one another. The feel of his breath on her skin intoxicated her.

  Claire gently broke the kiss, going breathless from the scintillating contact.

  His eyes blazed with passion and he stared at her hard and serious. “Unchain me, Claire.”

  She slid down his body, moaning when she felt his erection brush against her crotch on her way down.

  “Shit,” he muttered under his breath when he saw and felt what she did on her descent.

  She sank to her knees in front of him, feeling drugged with ecstasy. She wanted him badly. Needed seemed nearer the mark. “I don’t think Joaquin and Dakarai would like it if I freed you without asking.”

  “Damn them. I need you.” He purred with elation when he saw her draw near his groin and inhale deeply.

  “I can smell your pre-cum.” The scent had her hypnotized and she kissed the hard length emitting the precious fragrance.

  Nex threw his head back and gasped. “Damn you, lass. Go upstairs and get the bloody key, wherever it is.”

  “I want to stay here with you.” Claire ran her palm over the tent in his jeans, fascinated by the way it moved wherever she dictated. It grew bigger and stiffer the more she fondled it.

  He panted heavily, pushing further into her exploring hand. “For the love of god, woman, go upstairs and get the damned key so I can fuck you senseless.”

  She groaned and rested her cheek against the denim covering his turgid shaft. “We can’t. It’s not fair. I want you so badly.”

  “Then go get the bloody key!” he barked jerking manically against the chains.

  Claire stood on wobbly legs and hurried up the steps. “We’re not going to have sex. We’re just going to make out. That’s all.”

  Nex glared at her. “I’m going to fuck the coquettish ways right out of you.”

  Dear lord, that sounded heavenly, but Rochelle would never approve. “No. We won’t be getting naked nor having sex. We’re just going to make out.”

  “Get the bloody key, Claire,” he ordered.

  She rushed out of the cellar and grabbed the key from the drawer behind the bar, where she’d seen Dakarai place it. Upon her hasty return, her hands shook violently as she fumbled to free Nex from his chains.

  “You won’t regret this,” he promised in a husky murmur.

  Once free, he picked her up and plastered his mouth on hers. The rough, feverish kiss bordered insanity and she cried out when he rammed her up against the wall, keeping her pinned between it and himself as he removed his shirt to reveal his sculpted upper body. Claire ran her hands all over him, unable to believe how incredible he looked and all the wondrous sensations his touch evoked in her.

  He captured her mouth with his again and slid his hands up under her shirt to fondle her breasts. She gasped in his mouth and relaxed her body so her tits pushed into his eager palms as he squished and rolled them in a pleasurable rhythm. She lost her breath when he broke the kiss and yanked the tank top off of her. Thei
r mouths ate hungrily at each other and their feral sounds filled the chilly cellar as their bare chests molded into each other, hot and ready.

  Claire waited for Rochelle to start screaming in her head, but the angry insult was faint in her mind. Nex was drowning it out temporarily.

  She ran her palm down his abs, enjoying his thankful moan. He panted in her mouth when she dipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and twirled them in his wiry pubic hair. She wanted to feel it fusing with her own. To know what it looked like. Her heart pounded with excitement when she heard him unfastening his fly.

  “Whore! You’re going to burn in hell! You said you wouldn’t go all the way! Liar! Filthy demon!” Rochelle screamed at her in her mind.

  Claire broke the kiss. “We should stop now. This is getting out of hand.”

  Nex looked at her like she was an idiot. “No, lass, we’re going all the way. I told you that.”

  “And I told you we weren’t.”

  “Clearly you were mistaken. I have you right where I want you.” He set her down and kicked off his shoes, pants and underwear.

  She gawked at his masculine body, completely in awe of him. His penis was large and swollen, riding up to his belly. A teardrop of pre-cum glistened in the slit.

  “Take your skirt off, Claire,” he calmly commanded her.

  She swallowed, trembling fingers undoing the button as she took in every inch of his lush body.

  “Run, you stupid bitch! Tell me you’re not completely evil. I thought you claimed you were worth redeeming. You seem pretty lost and pathetic to me. Put your clothes back on, you worthless spawn of hell!” Rochelle barked at her.

  Claire hung her head in shame, trying not to look back at the paragon of temptation. Rochelle would never let her hear the end of it if she went through with this. She wouldn’t let her have any peace. Not that she did now, but it would be much worse if she succumbed to the seduction Nex had planned for her.

  “I told Rochelle we would just make out,” Claire said sadly.

  Nex raised a curious eyebrow. “Who the devil is Rochelle?”

  She snapped her mouth shut and tried to hurry past him, gasping when he caught her by the arm and pulled her back up against him. She felt his cock twitch as it pressed into her bare back, rigid and scorching with readiness.