by Vella Day
“Sassy today, aren’t you? Brandon, I think our woman needs to understand what it’s like to be with two werewolves. It’s not the same as with ordinary men.”
That sounded ominous. “I’ve never been with two guys before, ordinary or otherwise.” The way his gaze raked over her body, he meant for both of them to impale her at the same time. Having a cock in her ass wasn’t something she’d contemplated. Making love with one then the other was more her style.
Sam sat on the bed and tapped his lap. “You need to learn it’s not your place to tell me what to do. Come here and take your punishment.” His tone was light, but she didn’t dare laugh.
Mac had found the spanking Sam had given her rather nice—or rather, the aftermath of the heat it generated had been quite exciting. It made her clit swell and her pussy drip.
The need to sass took over, and she lifted her chin. “Why should I? I’ve done nothing wrong. I merely invited you to join us.” Unfortunately, she spoke before she thought.
“No, baby. You told me what to do.”
“Asking you over to the bed and get naked was merely a suggestion.”
“No, baby. It was a command.”
Seriously? Okay, it might have been. Damn. Brandon moved back, and he nodded for her to climb face down onto Sam’s lap. From his amused expression, if she didn’t do as Sam requested, Brandon would help her onto his cousin’s lap. Damn men.
Once she was settled into position, he rubbed her rear. “I like the lace, but I want to experience flesh against flesh.”
The roughness of his voice settled between her legs. “Me, too.” Damn. How had that slipped out?
Sam laughed. “Brandon. Take off her panties and hold her legs open so she doesn’t try to get away. If she’s good and doesn’t cry out, lick her hard and fast. I want her little clit throbbing and her body desperate and needy by the time I impale her.”
Holy fuck. She could smell her arousal from those words. She’d never been this turned on in her life. Brandon eased down her panties. The second air hit her pussy, her belly clenched with need.
“Ready?” Sam asked.
“Yes.” Warning her made her clench her cheeks.
The first slap wasn’t very hard, but it had the desired effect of heating her up. Sam gently massaged her rear, acting as if he’d spanked her with too much force. “You okay?”
She thought about her answer, not wanting to upset him. “I’m good.”
From the way Brandon’s hands shifted on her ankles, he was leaning forward. “She’s only a little pink, Cuz. You can do better than that, or do you think we should get out the leather flogger?”
“No!” She liked a bit of pain every now and then, because when the ache receded, the resulting relief was divine. “I mean, I’ve never had a flogger. Would I like it?” She didn’t believe they would do anything that would cause her any real discomfort.
“If it’s in my hands, baby, you will love it; crave it in fact.”
Maybe. Before she could decide if she wanted something like that, Sam’s hand came down on her bare cheeks again. Only this time, it was ten times harder. The sting raced across her ass and around to her middle.
“That’s for trying to take control in the bedroom.”
Just as air began to trickle back into her chest, Brandon wedged his shoulders between her legs and plunged two fingers into her wet pussy. Streaks of pleasure jolted her. Without thinking, she tried to bring her legs together, but he stopped her.
“None of that, darlin’. Sam, I don’t think she understands what not moving means.”
She expected Sam, or even Brandon, to spank her again, but neither one did.
“Hmm. I have a solution for that,” Sam said.
In a flash, Sam rolled her onto her back. He strode across the room and stepped into the closet, returning with a handful of ties. If they planned to blindfold her, they didn’t need more than one.
“Hope you don’t mind if we use these,” he said to Brandon as he handed him a few.
“That’s what they’re for—that and attending funerals.”
“I’ll take the top,” Sam said. “Our woman needs some severe discipline. Let’s hope she doesn’t climax too soon or we’ll have to put her on the rack.”
Brandon shook her head. “Mackenzie would never lose control. Right, darlin’?”
How could she answer that honestly? She could barely keep it together with one man, let alone two. “I’ll try.” And what was the rack? Shivers of delight sped up her spine.
Brandon grabbed one leg, and gently tied a knot around her ankle before securing it to the bedpost. While he repeated the process on the other side, Sam lashed her wrists to each post. Spread eagle, her stomach fluttered in anticipation. She tugged on the silky ties, but found her actions only tightened the knots. She expected some trepidation to be slogging through her veins, but instead quivering anticipation filled her.
Brandon climbed onto the bed, while Sam stripped. She couldn’t take her gaze off his huge erection. She was doubly sore from yesterday, so she wasn’t sure if she could handle both men today.
Gloriously naked, Sam joined them. He dragged a hand down her face and grinned. “I hope you’re ready for a few hours of loving.”
A few hours? She’d be a whimpering pool of lust if she had to hold back her climax for that long. “Sure, but don’t you want me to suck on your cock before you torture me?” Not only did she enjoy loving him, it would give her respite from the constant stimulation.
Sam shook his head. “Brandon. We might have to toss this one back and demand a new mate. What part of us being in charge doesn’t she get?”
He was being unfair, though she suspected he might be kidding. “If you’re looking to meet a woman who will do everything you ask, you better untie me now, because I’m not her. I figured the wolf gods picked me to be your mate for a reason. You needed someone to stand up to you; to be your equal.”
Sam guffawed, but Brandon looked at her with love. “That’s true, but being equal is a two-way street, darlin’. Sometimes we’ll do what you want, but at other times you have to do what we ask. It’s a dangerous world out there.”
Aw. Damn. “Can we table the philosophical discussion for another time? I thought you two promised me some loving. I’m not exactly in the position to tease you.”
Sam leaned over and drew a taut nipple into his mouth. The wet warmth spread over her body and down her belly.
“Ah. Pure sweetness.”
Wanting to touch him, she tugged on her arms, only to remember she was tied to the bed.
Brandon placed a hand on her belly. “Easy there. Don’t get too riled up. We need you to last.”
She didn’t believe him. Men’s egos were stroked when a woman climaxed so many times she became a complete pile of goo. They also wanted a woman to be desperate and needy so that she’d clamber after them, begging them to fuck her hard and often. At that thought, contractions rippled down her pussy.
Brandon slipped off his briefs. Only then did she see the error of her decision to love both men. She wouldn’t be able to handle two dicks at once.
Sam pinched one nipple and sucked hard on the other one, distracting her. Need raced through her fast. She might have been able to keep somewhat calm had Brandon not spread her pussy lips and blew over her opening. The combination of warm air and his rough fingers sent her spiraling. She wasn’t this weak. Needing to prove to them she could resist their allure, she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. She tried to picture Cheryl in some cage, but the image disappeared the second Brandon licked her clit.
“I need a cock,” she yelled.
Sam laughed. “Hear that, Brandon? Our mate is already melting. We don’t want a woman who’s too easy. Where’s the challenge in that?”
She might have responded had Sam not twisted her nipple. Her protest was lost somewhere in her throat as vibrations ignited sparks of passion all over her body. If Brandon hadn’t plunged a few fingers in her pussy, cu
rling them just so, and hitting her sweet spot over and over again, she might have been able to recover.
The pressure built, and she had to draw her breaths in faster and faster. “Ah, ah. Slower. Please. Coming. Now.”
The men increased their licking and tugging. Sam twirled one nipple while he licked and stroked the other. When Brandon nabbed her clit between his teeth, she went off like a lit firecracker and swore she heard the blast in her head.
The weight on the bed shifted and the ties disappeared. Brandon rolled her over then lifted her up on her elbows and knees. “You are too easy, darlin’. I thought you were strong.”
That pissed her off. “I am strong. You wouldn’t have lasted if I’d done something like that to you. I bet I can make Sam come before you can make me climax again.”
Brandon laughed. “You’ve got spunk, I’ll hand it to you.”
“I’m game,” Sam said. He positioned himself at her head and cupped her chin. “I hope you can withstand a lot of loving because I can control my releases.”
It was her turn to laugh. “We’ll see, big boy. No pulling out, okay?”
“Not a problem. Have at me.”
The bed dipped again, and this time Brandon slipped off, only to pull open the side drawer. He waved a condom. “We’ll have to talk about progeny one of these days, but for now we’ll play it safe.”
Mac wasn’t sure she was ready to be a mother. She had too many bad people to deal with first, though the idea of giving birth to one of their children held a lot of appeal. For a change, she decided to keep quiet.
While she wanted to put the condom on Brandon, she wanted to torture Sam more. He seemed so sure of himself. Her biggest hope was that she could excite Sam even while Brandon filled her with his cock. This would be a true test of her resolve.
Chapter Fifteen
Before Brandon drove her completely crazy, Mac had to tease Sam. His cock was upright and rather dark in color, implying he was already on edge. Good. If she hadn’t been his mate, she might have believed he could hold back his orgasm. Since she was theirs, being in close proximity to him might tip him over the edge sooner; or so she hoped.
She lightly dragged the tip of her finger up and down his length, stopping at the top to slide it through his wet slit.
“Grab my dick.” His words sounded like he’d rolled them over marbles.
“I thought I was in charge for the next few minutes.” She gave him an exaggerated pout.
Brandon patted her butt. “Be careful.”
She could handle Sam. “Don’t worry.” Brandon chuckled then placed his knees between hers, spreading her legs wide. “Just so you know, no matter what you do to me, I won’t be the first to cave,” she said.
“Ha. We’ll see about that. I hope you can handle my cock, darlin’.”
She’d never back down. “Then show me what you’ve got.” She’d just climaxed and was only now able to breathe evenly.
Brandon leaned against her back and cupped her breasts. “You’re not ready yet. I need to warm you up.”
What did he mean by that?
Sam tapped her head. “Don’t forget about me.”
Crap. She had the attention span of an ant. These men distracted her too much. Her main focus had to be on Sam. She wanted to make him explode before Brandon could set her off again. There was no doubt she had no control around them, but she wanted to last as long as she could.
Because she was on her elbows, both of her hands were free. She lightly clasped Sam’s cock and drew it close to her mouth. Ever so gently, she brushed the tip of her tongue along the edge of the mushroom-shaped head. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Sam’s clenched fist. Yes! She was getting to him.
Brandon twirled both nipples then brushed his palms over the tips. She might have been able to ignore the excitement had his cock not pressed against her opening. The need to have him inside her almost made her give up the fight, but she wanted Sam to eat his words.
Mac increased her palm pressure, and then swirled the tip of her tongue around the top of his cock before dragging it down his pulsating vein. Sam’s intake of breath urged her to go even slower. She would have succeeded had Brandon not seesawed his cock between her legs, causing all sorts of tremors to pulse through her body. She wished he would just drive into her and let her gain control. But no, he had to mimic her movements of taking her time.
Fine. Opening wide, she drew Sam deep into her mouth. Tongue swirling, she pumped her fist up and down fast, hoping Brandon would match her speed. He didn’t. Damn him.
Sam grabbed her shoulder and squeezed tight. “That’s it, baby. Keep doing that. Brandon, what’s taking you so long?”
She almost smiled at his desperate tone, but she didn’t want to break the seal.
“Just waiting for you to give in, Cuz.”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m afraid I’m reserving that privilege for our little vixen here.”
Brandon pressed on her tits as he placed his cock at her entrance. She leaned back. That did it. He drove into her hard as he squeezed her nipples. Dear Lord. Her mind blanked. Her hand stopped moving and her lips lost their seal.
Without thinking, she clamped down on Brandon’s cock. If he went off, she would, too.
Sam has to go first.
With renewed concentration, Mac relaxed her throat and drew Sam’s cock in deeper. She pumped him hard with one hand, and when she dragged a nail across his balls with the other, they tightened into one large bead.
Sam’s hand clamped down on her head. “Jesus, girl. Take it easy.”
Not going to happen. His plea made her go for broke. As Brandon plowed into her over and over again, she pumped her fist faster and harder. Blood pounded in her ears, and she had to fight to keep enough oxygen flowing to her brain.
Brandon leaned over her back and dragged his lips across her neck. His tender kisses sent her closer to the edge.
Hold on.
Only she couldn’t. Her body had a mind of its own. All she could do was close her mouth over Sam’s cock and hope her tongue found every nerve ending, forcing him to lose control. She flicked her way up and down his hard dick while her fingers did their magic.
Brandon sunk his teeth into her shoulder as his cock banged against her back wall. She didn’t know which happened first—Brandon coming, or her mind-blowing orgasm. Before she could decide, Sam’s hot cum slammed against the back of her throat. It didn’t matter who was first. It was a tie, and all three of them were sated.
She pulled off Sam’s cock and swallowed all of his seed. He collapsed back on his heels.
Dazed, she tilted to the side and fell onto the bed, forcing Brandon to disengage.
“Dear God in heaven,” Brandon said. “That was incredible.”
She would have added her two cents had she the energy to speak.
Sam said nothing, but she suspected he was as drained as she was.
Brandon slipped off the bed, found a wet towel, and returned. Once he cleaned her, she crawled up the bed and snuggled against Sam’s back.
He reached around and pulled her tight. “I think you won, baby. That blowjob was the best I’ve ever had.”
She shook her head. “No one won or lost. We’re all winners.”
Brandon slid behind her and held her tight. “You got that right.”
* * *
For the rest of the evening, the three of them huddled around Mac’s computer. She’d been very open with them about her recent research, revealing everything she’d found. Apparently, she’d impressed them so much with what she’d uncovered that Sam and Brandon shared what they’d learned about each man, too. She asked about going out in the field with them, but Sam was adamant about her staying put. As far as she was concerned, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. After all, it wasn’t like they were married. Even then, Mac wasn’t sure that would stop her from doing her duty. Her goal had to be finding Cheryl.
Around eight the next morn
ing, after a rather restless night of sex and thinking, both men kissed her goodbye and headed off to work. She told them she’d be investigating all day. It wasn’t her fault if they assumed she’d be sitting at her computer, tapping away. Eventually, they’d learned that wasn’t her style. Her PI firm expected her to do just that, and she was tired of the constraint. She wanted the action, the excitement. Because the company owners understood that in order to keep her, they had to let her in on some of the investigations or she’d find work elsewhere.
Mac studied her screen once more. There were ten men, who, in all probability, had purchased one or more women from John Hood and associates. While she probably should start with a thorough computer search on all of them first, she wasn’t sure how long her men would be at their cover jobs, so she didn’t have time to waste. From what she could tell, Sam really did perform the duties of a full-time deputy. That would mean he probably wouldn’t pop back home without cause. She had to hand it to him. He worked hard and seemed quite driven, too. Some inner demon appeared to be driving Sam, and someday, she’d find out what it was.
Brandon’s schedule didn’t seem as set, as evidenced by his ability to drop everything yesterday and come home. For the most part, he said he could stop in whenever she needed him. If he came home on a whim, and found her gone, he might freak, which meant she had to take advantage of the time he was at work.
Today, her plan was merely to scope out the first few men on the list. She had no intention of trying to break-in anywhere. This mission was to get a feel for their properties, what kind of neighbors they had, and the best ingress and egress.
With her laptop tucked safely in her purse, she headed out. As Mac slipped into the front seat of her rental, Brandon’s comment about the road noise when she’d called him to tell him she was moving in, troubled her. Werewolves had great hearing, but the phone would have dampened some of the grinding of the tires on the pavement. A wild thought entered her brain, but she quickly dismissed it. The men wouldn’t have had the nerve to put a tracker on her car, would they? If they had, when would they have done it?