Four Sworn

by Delilah Devlin

  She took a deep shuddering breath and glanced away. “Tell me the truth, Ezra. Any reasonably attractive woman would do for you and your brothers, right?”

  He lifted his gaze and arched one dark brow. “For us to be interested? We’re not man-whores, Shanna.”

  She blushed. “Is this something you do often?”

  “Not at all. We experimented a bit when we were younger.”

  “Chrissi?”

  “Just the once. I think we shocked the hell out of her.” Ezra turned, his cock preceding him, drawing her attention to the insistent thrust of his long, slightly curved dick. “Look, the water’s gettin’ on the floor,” he growled. “Come on in and we can talk.”

  Shanna blew out another ragged breath and stepped into the shower, remembering too late he was the most intimidating of the three brothers. “So you experimented. This isn’t a regular thing?”

  “We need the right girl to take us all on. We can’t go around scarin’ every woman in the county.” One side of his mouth twitched, but she could see he was serious.

  “I know you don’t think I’m Ms. Right, so why do this?”

  “Practice. And you’re safe.” His slow smile, when it came, took away her breath. The man’s looks were deadly to a woman’s peace of mind.

  “Do you want me to understand that?”

  “Not particularly. We live an isolated life here. Sure we get into town whenever we need to resupply, and when we need women, but we aren’t seeking to make a reputation for being kinky sons of bitches. We tend to be attracted to the same women, which could have been problematic if we hadn’t figured out we like sharin’. But we’re waitin’ for the right one to bring into our lives.”

  “You’re lookin’ for a woman to share on a permanent basis?”

  “Yeah.”

  Shanna shook her head. “She’d have to be special all right. And have fantastic stamina.”

  Still smiling, Ezra plucked the washcloth from the rack at the far side of the stall. “Come here. You’re too tense.” He cupped one shoulder and forced her to face the back of the stall, then began to rub the soapy cloth over her back.

  She braced her open palms against the wall and closed her eyes. Being bathed like a baby wasn’t something she’d had on her list of things to experiment with, but she’d consider it an added bonus. Damn, the man had talented hands. “I didn’t know this would be so hard. Being here with you and your brothers, that is. It’s a little confusing.”

  “How so? All you have to do is give yourself to us. We make all the decisions, give you the pleasure. But you’re talking about Bo, aren’t you?”

  Shanna sighed and closed her eyes. “He’s different. Ever since he offered me this. Like he expects something in return.”

  “You don’t like the change?” Ezra scrubbed in long, hard sweeps down her back.

  Shanna swayed with the motion, relaxing. Something she hadn’t thought possible in his presence. “I feel off-balance. I thought I knew him, but he’s turnin’ possessive,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

  “You think he shouldn’t be?”

  “It’s not the way we are. It’s the one reason I’ve always trusted him. He didn’t get weird or jealous when I roamed.”

  His cloth-wrapped hand scraped over her buttocks. “You roam much?”

  “No. I get nervous around men. Start thinkin’ they think I’m like my mom. That that’s why they’re with me. Never lasts long.”

  “Then why is his possessiveness an issue?”

  “I feel guilty about this, wanting you and your brothers, and about leaving him. I’m not stayin’ in Two Mule.”

  “Ready to blow this town, are ya?”

  “Yeah,” she said, only for the first time, when she said it, she felt a little hollow. A little less sure.

  Ezra tossed aside the cloth, and his bare hands smoothed up and down her body, massaging her. “What’s so bad about Two Mule?”

  Shanna moaned. Lord, he had magic in his strong hands. Every little knot, every hint of tension was draining away. “Small town, small minds,” she mumbled.

  “Tryin’ to start fresh where no one knows you?”

  She stiffened, sure he was going to mention her mother, but he started massaging her shoulders and upper arms then made his way slowly down her spine. When he reached the top of her buttocks, his hands opened, his palms pressing hard, his heels kneading the muscles until she was arching. “That feels really good,” she groaned.

  “Bo’s gonna miss you,” Ezra said, his tone accusing, but soft.

  “I know that,” she said, swallowing the lump building at the back of her throat. “But he’s known forever that I can’t stay.”

  “You gonna miss him, even a little bit?”

  “I’ll hate leaving him behind. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me. We’ve shared everything since we were kids. Know each other’s secrets. I can tell him anything, and he never looks at me like I’ve grown two heads.”

  “Not everything. You didn’t tell him about your kinky side. How come it took you so long to tell him what you wanted?”

  “I didn’t want him to think less of me,” she whispered. “Didn’t want him to think I’m a whore.”

  “Have you kept other secrets from him?”

  She shook her head, already regretting having told him so much. It wasn’t like she and Ezra were even friends, but here she was running off at the mouth. She stiffened. “I can wash the rest.”

  “But it wouldn’t be near as much fun,” he drawled.

  “This can’t be fun for you. Your dick isn’t getting any.”

  He gave one side of her bottom a slap. “Don’t be ugly. I can enjoy touching you without my dick getting involved. It’s not just about the orgasm.”

  “Really?” She turned, her shoulder gliding across his chest he stood so close. Then she glanced up, challenging him with a hard stare, and cupped his balls. With her free hand she traced the length of his cock, which was twitching into an impressive erection. “I’m gonna make a liar out of you.”

  “Let go, Shanna.”

  “Not a chance. You can pretend for Bo that this is all for me. But I know you’re just another horny man and this time you’ve got the whore’s daughter at your mercy. You just wanna see whether I’m anywhere as good as my mama.”

  His hands curled around her wrists and pinched.

  She winced and let go of him.

  Ezra raised his hands and slapped them against the tile on either side of her. “I never had your mother,” he bit out. “And I never had any curiosity about being with her. She wasn’t my type.”

  “She was every man’s type.”

  “I like my women a little less used.”

  “Men like having a willing hole to poke. They just don’t wanna marry it.”

  His gaze narrowed into angry slits. “You’ve got a nasty mouth.”

  Shanna raised her chin, relieved the anger flooding her was washing away her guilty tears. “I’m a realist. Every man’s wired the same. Doesn’t matter what you might like to think—that somehow you’re different from any other guy. But when it comes down to it, if you’re alone with something that’s halfway decent lookin’, your cock’s gonna go on pussy alert.”

  Ezra turned off the water and pulled back the door. He stepped out of the shower, then turned and bent, shoving his shoulder hard into her belly, forcing air from her lungs while she crumpled over him. Upside down and sliding on his slippery skin, Shanna didn’t know whether to hit him or cling to keep from falling.

  When he walked into the bedroom, he flung her on the bed. The men inside the room glanced up, their gazes sharpening.

  “You look pissed, Ezra,” Josh said. “What’d she do?”

  “She insulted us. Thinks we aren’t all that particular about who we poke.”

  Josh snorted. “Those her words?”

  “Yep.”

  “Damn, Shanna. If you’d said it to me, I might have let it slide.”

  Sh
anna sat up. “Don’t know why he’s so bent out of shape. Only statin’ the bald truth. You’re men. You don’t have anything better to do on a Friday night.”

  Josh came up on his knees beside her, looming. “We don’t have any other plans so we’re doing you? That it?”

  She gave a sharp nod.

  “Think I’m pissed now, too.”

  She glanced to the far corner where Bo sat. He still had his jeans on, but the button at the waistband was open. His hands gripped the arms of his chair. His body was rigid.

  She started to worry then and sat up. “Guess it’s time for me to go. This just stopped bein’ fun.”

  Ezra’s hands fisted on his hips. “It’s not always fun, Shanna—learning to obey. There’s the bit about respect, for the man laying down the rules, and respect for yourself.”

  “I don’t want anyone bein’ the boss of me.”

  “You might not want it, but there’s not a woman who needs it more, sweetheart.” Ezra planted his palm in the center of her chest and pushed her slowly down to the mattress.

  Her abdominal muscles burned as she tried to resist his inexorable push, but in the end she lay flat while his brothers stretched her arms above and her legs below, securing them to the bedposts with binding straps she hadn’t seen before and leaving her spread-eagle on the mattress.

  Angry, she pulled against the padded leather bindings, twisting every which way, but accomplishing nothing other than working up a sweat. When she finally relented, she panted, aiming daggers at their hides, but gritting her teeth to keep from screaming.

  Ezra pulled open a drawer in the long built-in cabinet that stretched along one wall. He rifled the contents then drew out a long, thin dildo. He turned it upside down and flicked a switch on the base, making it hum.

  Her knees turned inward, trying to close her thighs, but he crawled onto the bed between her legs, scooting closer and nudging her thighs wider apart. “Need some lube, Cade.”

  Shanna snarled and yanked on her bindings again, her heart starting to trip as she read the intent in his tightening features. He was going to punish her. Make her eat her words.

  Part of her was thrilled, but the other part was appalled. She didn’t like the thought that so many men would be witness to this. She had to resist, had to prove she wasn’t weak, wasn’t an easy whore like her mama.

  Cade climbed onto the mattress at her side and leaned over her open thighs. His fingers smoothed between her folds and dipped inside. “Still wet as hell.” When he glided deeper between her legs, between her buttocks, her knees stiffened, holding her legs straight, trying to deny him entrance by clamping her buttocks tight.

  “Come on, sweetheart, tilt just a little bit so I can get inside there.”

  She shook her head, her upper lip beginning to tremble.

  Ezra gave Josh a look, and Josh plucked the pillow from beneath her head, grabbed a second, and stuffed both under her stiff hips.

  “Now there’s enough give in the leg shackles you could raise your knees and tilt that pretty pink cunt at my mouth,” Josh said. His hand cupped her mound. His thumb rasped over her cloaked clit. “You want my mouth on you, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  “Untie me,” she whispered furiously, straining her neck to lift her head and deliver a deadly glare.

  “Not a chance,” Josh said with a small, infuriating smile.

  “Bo!” Shanna wailed.

  “He’s not gonna help you,” Ezra said, his voice dead even. “He knows you need this. You might be afraid, but you’re also horny as hell. Think I can’t smell how much you want this?”

  Her face flushed hot with embarrassment. “I want you to stop. Right now.”

  “Really?” Josh’s gaze met hers as he lowered his mouth over her pussy. “Really, Shanna? Want me to stop before I eat you out? Don’t you want me to prove you want that dildo straight up your ass? That you want more? Every one of your sweet little holes filled and fucked?”

  Liquid spilled from her pussy, and Josh’s fingers swirled in it, proving her lies.

  “God, I hate you.”

  “Only because I’m right. Now, tell another lie.”

  Ezra flicked the inside of her knee to draw her attention. “You want us to stop, we’ll untie you. Bo here will get you dressed and you can walk right out the door. It’s your choice, baby-girl.”

  “I’m not a baby,” she said harshly, wanting to argue with something he’d said, but not wanting to say the one thing that would end this, because they were both right. She wanted to be forced, wanted them to take away her choices, but she didn’t want to say it. They’d left her an out. But she wouldn’t take it.

  Ezra held out his hand. “That lube, Cade?”

  Shanna turned her head to the side and didn’t make a sound. Ezra’s fingers, covered in gel, snuck between her legs, deep between her buttocks. He held her cheeks apart and rubbed her asshole then tucked a finger inside, twisting it to lube her untried hole.

  Then the soft plastic head of the dildo pressed against her opening.

  “Open up, just a little. Tilt your pussy, baby,” Ezra crooned. “Give it to Josh.”

  She wondered if he got off on turning no into yes. If that was his thing. He did it so well.

  Her belly shivered. Her thighs trembled, but she opened them, not too wide. Just enough that Joshua’s hand cupped her, petting her fur. No doubt he’d have her straining against her bonds in minutes, trying to open as wide as she could because his wicked mouth was so very good.

  His tongue stroked over her swollen lips.

  Ezra eased the dildo deeper into her ass, twisting it slightly in the gel, the vibrations set too low to appease the heat curling inside her core.

  Shanna gasped and closed her eyes tightly to hide the only part of her she could from the men closing in around her.

  Chapter Four

  A heavy hand stroked her hair. A warm palm cupped her cheek. A firm mouth brushed against hers—the taste familiar—and she groaned. Had to be Cade.

  She peeked through her lashes and her gaze met his.

  His mouth smiled against her. “Couldn’t have you hidin’ from us.” He knelt on the edge of the bed, his cock sprung and tapping against his washboard belly.

  Lord, it was a fucking cornucopia of pretty cocks. Every one individual in hue and bent. The Kinzie boys as a whole had round, knob-shaped cockheads, shafts curving slightly upward. Bo’s head was more tapered, and his length perfectly straight.

  She wasn’t sure which she preferred, but thought Bo’s would probably slip the easiest inside her ass. She wished it was him rather than the stiff dildo gliding gently in and out. She wondered why she’d never let him do it.

  Oh right, they weren’t supposed to be having sex.

  Josh’s lips pulled on her clit, and her thighs parted as though on command—the gates opening for someone to rush inside, only no one accepted the invitation.

  She wanted one of those lovely, hard cocks pushing up inside her. Now. But she’d be damned if she begged. How could she entice them to forget about punishing her and get straight to business? What they’d given her on the patio had only whetted her appetite. The argument they’d just ended stirred the frustration more.

  Fingers intruded, but only a quick slide up then they whisked away—Ezra, the bastard, checking her oil then sliding out the dildo. She didn’t know whether she was relieved or not. Her ass burned, but she missed the tingling fullness.

  Josh sucked her clit then released it, making a smacking sound and smiling. His eyelids drooped, lending him a sleepy charm.

  When both men backed away, she glanced again at Cade, but he was bent over the side of the bed, picking up something from the floor beyond her view. When he raised it, she shook her head and her heart kicked into high gear.

  He held a flogger with leather flanges. He tested it against his palm, and smiled when it made a crisp snap.

  Her body tightened, and she tugged again against the bindings wrapped around her wrists
.

  Cade knelt beside her and trailed the fringes from her collarbone, around and around her breasts, then slowly down her belly. He lifted it and snapped it once against her belly, causing her to yelp, but only from surprise. The snap was more playful then painful.

  He snapped again against her lower belly, just above her mound, this time a little harder. The tender flesh burned.

  When he swept it over her pussy, stroking one outer lip then the other, she knew the leather came away wet because moisture gushed from inside her, wetting her cunt and soaking the already-damp bedding beneath her.

  The dark, narrow look he pinned her with was her only warning. He lifted the flogger and snapped it against her cunt, stinging her labia, causing blood to zing south and swell her sex.

  Fingers touched her, smoothing over her plump lips. “You’ll have a nasty welt. Was that too much?” Ezra asked.

  If Josh had asked she’d have told him to go to hell. But Ezra demanded a simpler, honest answer. “No,” she whispered.

  The flogger landed again, swatting, not snapping. Warming her flesh but not stinging. Causing a swell of sensation that superheated her sex and triggering an insistent throbbing she felt all the way up her channel.

  Josh held open her lips and tugged them upward, baring her clit to the air.

  Shanna sucked in a breath, shocked, because she knew what was going to happen. She tried to get a protest past her lips, but her mouth was dry and all she could manage was a pitiful mew.

  The flogger swatted twice, landing directly on her clit, and she jerked against her bindings, nipples spiking hard.

  “Too much now?” Ezra repeated.

  She gave him a furious glare but tightened her lips.

  Ezra jerked his chin. Cade tossed the flogger aside. His fingers slid down her slick, hot lips and rubbed, soothing…then lifted. The wicked glint in his eyes made her groan, a sound that was arrested when he spanked her pussy. Her sex was hot, swollen, dripping wet, and she couldn’t hold back the moans piling one atop the other as she wrestled with the bindings, straining to lift her torso from the bed.

  “Please…please,” she begged, curving her hips to give him better access, because she’d come in just a second, just another swat…