by R. E. Butler
Mason watched as Cairo began to carefully, slowly, kiss up the inside of her thigh, reaching the apex. Mason couldn’t wait to taste her, to hear the sounds she made when she came. She had a body built for pleasure and deserving of worship.
Dante began to kiss up and down her neck again and he returned his attention to her breast, cupping it reverently, thumbing the nipple until it was tight and erect. The couch didn’t exactly lend itself to the three of them really playing, but if she was more comfortable here then they would work on it. He wanted her flat on her back on the bed so he could touch and taste her completely. For now he was happy to just touch her while Cairo proved how good he was at bringing pleasure.
Dante scooted her forward more so that her lower body was nearly off the couch. Then he grabbed one of her legs and pulled it open further, and Mason took the unsaid request to do it with her other leg, spreading her body wide for Cairo.
She made a whimpering sound, and Cairo murmured, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lys, truly.”
Cairo began to eat her out, using his fingers along with his tongue. She writhed between them, but seemed to hover just on the edge of coming. After about twenty minutes, when her panting eased and a frustrated look lit her features, he glanced at Cairo, whose brows were drawn into a frown as he concentrated on bringing her over the edge. When her writhing settled almost completely, Dante looked at him in confusion. Something was stopping her from climaxing. Something she was thinking about, or something she had gone through. He wanted to slaughter every male in that pack for taking the joy and the trust away from her.
Mason moved away. “This isn’t working. We need to be on the bed.”
Cairo sat back on his heels, swiping his finger across his mouth and licking up her wetness. “This is where she feels safe.”
Shaking his head, he stood up, “We’ll keep our clothes on, sweetheart, I promise, but we’re just too knotted up here on the couch to really bring you pleasure. I want to kiss you and touch you, but I can’t really from this angle.” He held his hand out to her and ignored the warning looks from his brothers. They didn’t want to push her, but there was just no way that she was going to climax on the couch. Not this first time.
She looked at him for a long moment and then reached for his hand. Cairo stood up and helped her off the couch, but her legs trembled so Mason scooped her up in his arms and walked around the couch towards the bed. He laid her in the center of it and stretched out next to her. Drawing a slow circle on her belly, he looked into her pretty brown eyes and smiled. “This is much better. I’ve wanted to really kiss you since the full moon.”
“You have?”
“Of course. You’re mine, Alyssa. We belong to you, and you belong to all of us, and there’s nothing more that I want to do than see you smile and make you happy.” He tipped her face so she was looking at him as his brothers climbed up onto the bed with them. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
She swallowed hard and chewed on her bottom lip. “I want to come.”
“Then we’ll help you,” he promised. He looked down the length of her body to where Cairo took his position again, this time with her legs splayed wide by his hands and a grim look of determination on his face. Mason could practically hear his frantic thoughts, wondering what he was doing wrong or what she didn’t like.
Darting one more glance at Dante as he took his place on her other side, his plan to overwhelm her senses and drive her to a climax that she couldn’t shut down began to take hold. Planning to break past the barrier of whatever walls she’d thrown up to protect herself, he snagged her breast in his hand and kissed her like a man about to be sent off to war.
Dante latched his mouth onto her other breast. She moaned, and he ate the sounds like they were food he could feast on forever. He felt her body begin to tremble under their assault and he moved from her mouth, nuzzling her head to the side to expose her neck. He kissed down her neck slowly, savoring the taste of her skin on his tongue. Her breath was coming in fast pants now, her body trembling almost violently between them. He bit her neck, trapping her fluttering pulse between his teeth, and she screamed as she came, her body arching off the bed in the throes of passion.
Trying not to grin at what he’d helped her achieve, he kissed the bruise he’d made and nuzzled under her ear, whispering how wonderful he thought she was, before leaning back on his elbow. Cairo licked her sweet honey from his lips and Dante sat up and looked down at her. They waited for her to say something, anything, about what had just happened.
Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised that she started to cry, because who knew how long it had been since she’d been given pleasure from the men who took her; but what did surprise him was that she hugged them and kissed them all in the middle of her tears.
She lay back between them, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “I feel like ‘thank you’ isn’t really strong enough.”
Cairo leaned over her, grinning. “You don’t need to say thank you. It was totally my pleasure.”
Her smile shifted slightly, heat filling her eyes, and she cupped Cairo’s face and brought him down to her mouth. They spent a long time like that, the four of them, kissing and touching. When both he and Dante had taken turns eating her sweet pussy, she fell asleep, blissed out, tucked between him and Cairo. Dante went into the small back room to make a few phone calls and check on the gym.
Cairo stroked down her side gently, whispering to his brother, “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone so much, but she’s under my skin like a drug I can’t get enough of.”
Mason looked down at her sweet face, relaxed for possibly the first time, a slight smile on her lips, and knew he felt the same way.
Chapter 11
When Alyssa woke up from the nap that three blistering orgasms had driven her to, she couldn’t help but smile at the way she felt. It wasn’t just the physical satisfaction — although that was just the tops — but also was how right it felt to be with them. All three. Her first thought, after remembering that they’d locked her down in their den, was that she didn’t have to choose between them because they all wanted her.
Cairo’s voice was devilishly deep in her ear, tinged with just the right amount of carnal knowledge. “What are you thinking about so seriously, Lys?”
She shifted so she lay on her side facing him. His shaved head was propped up on one hand, and although his smile was wry, his eyes were glinting with happiness. She pressed her palm to the space over his heart. “I was just thinking how right I felt.”
“Physically or emotionally?”
“Both.”
His wry smile split into a grin. “Yeah?”
She nodded and looked into his handsome face. “So this den thing?”
“Yes?” He drawled the word out so it hissed at the end.
“Is there a bathroom down here or what?”
He snorted a laugh and shook his head. “Lys, you’re priceless, truly. Of course. We’re not animals. Well, I mean we are, but you know what I mean. Come on, I’ll give you the grand tour.”
He pulled her with him off the bed and put her down on the soft carpet. The main room had the sleeping area, TV area, and the kitchen. Down a short hallway were two smaller rooms - an office and a mini gym - and at the end of the hallway was a bathroom with a walk-in closet. The closet was impressive in size, with shelves of carefully folded clothes and shoes lined up in neat rows. Cairo said that Dante was the anal-retentive one in the family, so while Mason did the laundry, Dante was the one who folded and put things away and went nuts about keeping the den clean. The bathroom was tiled in dark green, and the silver fixtures and beautifully carved dark wood cabinets gave it a very masculine feel.
She used the bathroom and then watched while Cairo showed her how to turn on the shower, which was big enough for four people at the same time. After putting a thick towel on the counter, he turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” she asked, stepping into the gla
ss enclosure and holding the door open.
“I, uh, thought you might like a shirt to wear?”
“Okay. But you’re going to join me, right? I mean, it’s not as if you haven’t gotten the whole show.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Would you like me to?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” She stepped in further and the door slid shut with a snick. He disappeared, but she had a feeling he would come back, and she was right. As she wet her hair, she heard the door open and close quickly.
She noticed that they had her bathroom products. When she pointed it out, Cairo said that they just paid attention to her and it was easy enough to pick out the scents that she used: Vanilla Heaven body wash and Pantene shampoo. It warmed her through and through. It was just one more way that they showed her they weren’t just after a lay, they were in this for the long haul.
“Can I join you guys?” Mason asked from the doorway.
Cairo answered, “Of course, man.”
As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, Mason stepped into the shower and reached for the bar of soap that Cairo had been using. He said that Dante had gone to the gym to meet the glass guy who had a cancellation. So they didn’t have to wait until Monday to get the door fixed.
“Oh,” she said, feeling disappointed.
“What’s wrong, love?” Mason tipped her chin up with his lathered fingers.
“That means we’re working tomorrow?”
“I’m pretty sure,” Cairo said with a sly grin, “that we said you were locked down here with us until Monday morning.”
Good.
She tried to ignore just how tempting they were all wet, the steam surrounding them like a dream. Mason and Cairo looked even better wet than they did dry, and they looked amazing all the time. She remembered they said the first time they were together that they were going to be all together. She cast a surreptitious glance down at their cocks, which were nice and bulging. Easily, they were the biggest she’d seen before.
She blushed when Cairo reached around her to shut off the water. “Like what you see, baby?”
“You know you’re hot.”
He kissed her cheek. “I just know that you’re hot and tempting and I’ve never actually taken a shower with a woman before, and it was pretty cool.”
“And distracting.” Mason said, turning the water back on when he noticed he had failed to rinse the shampoo from his hair completely. She and Cairo laughed and stayed in the shower while Mason rinsed off completely. They had taken a really long time, and it was the first time she’d showered with a man that hadn’t ended in sex. Mason opened the door for them and stepped out, handing a towel to Cairo. Cairo stopped her on the thick rug outside of the shower and took his time patting her dry before wrapping the towel around her body. He grabbed another towel from the counter and began to rub her hair dry.
She made a little girly squeal as Cairo lifted her onto the counter. He opened a drawer and pulled out a hairbrush. Cairo moved to the side of the counter and began to brush her hair, starting at the crown of her head and gently untangling the knots that had occurred during her nap and all the previous bed-writhing while they ate her out.
“You have the prettiest hair, Lys.” Cairo said.
“I used to be really blonde. This is as close to my natural color as I could get at the salon.”
“Why would you want to be blonde when this pretty color suits you so well?” Mason leaned on one hand on the counter. His hair was a riot of black curls.
“At first I did it as a rebellion thing, to get my mom’s attention. And the other wolves noticed I’d colored my hair and I liked the attention. I just wanted someone to see me, you know?” She thought they probably didn’t know, because they were so incredible-looking and she was just very average.
Mason’s eyes darkened. “I really hate that you suffered so much with the pack. That they didn’t notice how beautiful and sweet you are is just their loss and our gain.”
“Mase, I grabbed her a shirt and a pair of shorts over there.” Cairo said, finishing with her hair.
She looked at the boxer briefs that Mason held out for her, hooked on the end of his finger. “You could always go naked. I would totally be okay with that.” He grinned.
Snagging them, she hopped from the counter and wiggled them on. When she pulled the towel away and looked down at herself she said, “How upset should I be that one of you guys has the same body shape as me?”
Mason laughed and ran his finger along the inside of the waistband. “It’s got nothing to do with shape; you are just perfect, and men are built different anyway.”
Cairo opened the soft, worn button-down shirt and slipped it on her. Mason buttoned it, leaving three undone at the top. Cairo looked her up and down and whistled. “Nice, baby.”
All this attention could give a girl a swelled head.
They put on jeans with no shirts, which she loved, and then walked out into the main area. Mason lifted her up onto the counter next to the large refrigerator and asked what she was in the mood for. She would have answered, except Cairo had his tongue in her mouth and she wouldn’t have been able to choose anything over the decadent taste of the man kissing her.
Fisting his hands in the collar of the shirt, he pushed her away gently with a smile. “So, you like being kept prisoner yet?”
“It’s growing on me.”
Mason settled on hamburgers and in between trading kisses with him and Cairo, she supervised his spatula skills. By the time he was done cooking, her lips were swollen from all the kissing, she was dizzy from lack of oxygen, and Dante had returned. He looked at her in the oversized white dress shirt and groaned.
“Ah, hell. What did I miss?”
Mason turned off the stove with a grin. “Lys all covered with soap. It was fan-fucking-tastic.” He winked at her as Dante groaned again in dramatic exasperation, and she blushed.
When they sat down at the table to eat the enormous pile of hamburgers, she asked them about the men who had broken into the gym.
They were very quiet, odd looks passing between them. “I know they’re dead, guys. I have a good idea of what you were burning in the fire pit out back. What I meant was what were they doing there?”
Dante folded his large hands and rested his chin on them. “You remember the trainer who drugged Cairo?”
She nodded.
“Okay, well he worked for Grady, who runs a gym just outside of Dalton. Apparently he owed some money to Grady and drugged Cairo the first time to bet against him and settle up his debts. Then Grady found out what he had done and told him to do it again. When he failed — because you caught him, sweetheart — Grady had him killed.
“One of the two men who broke into the gym told us that Grady wanted to ensure Cairo would take a fall at the next match, so he was going to kidnap you until then.”
“So this is all about money?” she asked.
“Pretty much,” Cairo said.
She looked at the three men at the table. “It’s not over, is it?”
Mason opened his mouth, looking as if he was about to protest, when Dante said, “No, I’m afraid it’s not.” He reached for one of her hands on the table, clasped it, and looked at Cairo. “When I walked into the gym this morning, the minute I stepped in the building, I got a phone call from an unlisted number. It was Grady. He said that he’s decided he doesn’t want to wait until the fight in three weeks, that he wants you to fight on Friday night, Cai. And lose. If you don’t, then he’s going to come after us again.”
Cairo growled, low and deep. His hands fisted tightly until his knuckles turned white. “I’m not a fucking puppet that he can control. I will not walk into the ring and take a dive.”
Alyssa reached her free hand over to his and he unclenched one fist quickly and held it. “Of course not. But what do we do?”
Dante said, “You’re not going to do anything but be safe, sweetheart.”
“Don’t shut me out,” she pro
tested.
Mason rubbed her shoulder. “We won’t, love. But you have to trust us to keep you safe and figure out how to end this.” He stood up. “I’m going to get online and look into Grady’s background. He’s pretty small-time, but maybe he got in over his head with someone, so he’s getting desperate.”
She watched Mason leave the table and she scooted back in the chair and picked up her plate. Cairo stood up and pressed the plate back down gently and took her hand. “Dante’s got the dishes, come hang out with me on the couch.”
Her pulse quickened. “The couch?”
His eyes darkened and a mischievous smile curved his lush mouth. “I’ll keep my tongue to myself, unless you don’t want me to.”