Night Rogues [Night 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  Her cries grew more frantic, her body twisting restlessly beneath his, but with his weight holding her down, she could barely move. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, her skin too tight to contain all the bubbling pleasure building inside her. The ache at her slit became unbearable, her clit throbbing for attention, but no amount of wiggling could get the friction she needed.

  Alastair lifted his head, holding her gaze as he used the tips of his fingers to circle her nipples, not touching her where she needed it most.

  “I thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you like this…”

  She felt beautiful when he stared at her, feminine and alluring when he looked at her with eyes that had turned dark gold with desire.

  Her breath hitched when he began to lower his head toward her breast, the anticipation making her shake uncontrollably.

  The first touch of his lips on her nipple startled a cry from her, the heat of his mouth so startling, she jolted.

  The shock of electricity that went through her arrowed straight to her slit, each flick of his tongue over her nipple making her clit throb even harder. Each tug of his lips on her nipple, each scrape of his teeth over her tender flesh sent wave after wave of heat racing through her.

  She couldn’t stop crying out, couldn’t stop moaning, caught up in a whirlwind of mindless pleasure she never wanted to escape. Her pussy clenched incessantly as the hunger became unbearable, her body writhing uncontrollably beneath his.

  His big body touched her everywhere, surrounding her with his heat, each touch drawing her into an erotic web unlike anything she could have ever imagined.

  “You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. So firm. So curvy. I could spend the rest of the day just feasting on you. Thinking about the things I want to do to you has me close to exploding.”

  Staring down at her, he paused, his eyes swirling with an emotion she couldn’t identify.

  “To have you in my home. In my bed. You know me better than any woman on earth—the real me. You know my secrets. God, Serena. I didn’t realize how much I needed this. Needed you.”

  His breath moving over her nipples made them bead even tighter, made them ache so badly, her inhibitions melted. She whimpered and began to beg.

  “Please. Touch my nipples. Please. They’re tingly and I can’t stand it. Please. I need you to touch me. I need you to take me. I ache so much, Alastair! Please. Please. Please.”

  She didn’t care about anything but the pleasure of his touch, a touch so intimate and demanding, so possessive and sexual, that she couldn’t have fought it even if she’d wanted to.

  “Jesus!”

  Her eyes flew open as the bed shifted, the sight of Ian reclining next to her making her pulse trip, her breathing becoming harsher. She hadn’t realized she’d even wanted him there until he touched her, a brush of his fingers over her hair that sent her senses soaring. A fresh rush of moisture escaped, and she reached for him without even thinking, unable to believe the hunger burning inside her.

  “Ian! Alastair, oh!”

  Ian ran a finger over her nipple, his eyes flaring at the cry she couldn’t hold back.

  “Oh, yes.” Gripping the hem of her shirt, Ian lifted it over her head, tossing it roughly to the floor and reaching for her again.

  “I knew you were going to be like this once we broke through that reserve. Wild and hungry, aren’t you? Let’s see how wild. Let’s see how hungry you can be.”

  Serena sucked in a breath at the unbelievably wicked sensations racing through her. She hadn’t even known that men talked that way. She’d never known that men could be so compelling during sex.

  She’d never felt like such a sexual being before. She’d never known this kind of excitement—this kind of pleasure—existed. Carnal. Erotic. Primitive.

  “I’m not like this. Oh, God. I can’t get enough. I ache.”

  Ian kept both of her wrists held securely in one of his big hands, holding them over her head. “Like a feast laid out for us. We’ll give you all you need, baby, and then some.”

  Alarmed at how defenseless, and how indescribably sexual it made her feel to be in this position, she panicked and fought to get free. “Let go.”

  Ian grinned. “No. I like you this way.” Bending his head, he sucked a nipple into his hot mouth, releasing it with a pop. “You’re not scared. You’re aroused. It excites you to be restrained, doesn’t it? To be overpowered.” Closing his fingers over her sensitive nipple, he smiled. “Alastair, it looks as if we’ve got a wild one on our hands.”

  Arching, she rocked her hips and moaned, closing her eyes again. “Feels so good. Oh! I never knew it could be like this. What the hell have you done to me?”

  Running his hands down her waist to her hips, Alastair eased back, letting her straighten her legs. “We’ve only just begun, Serena. It’s going to get even better.” He ran his lips over her stomach, his hands busy with the fastening of her jeans.

  Before she knew it, he slid her jeans and panties lower, his lips following close behind and caressing each inch of skin he bared.

  Ian lifted his head. “She’s incredible, isn’t she? And all ours.” Bending his head, he closed his lips over her nipple, scraping his teeth over it lightly until she cried out. With a devious smile, he lifted his head slightly and eased the sting with his tongue.

  Alastair straightened and slid her jeans and panties from her, tossing them aside along with his shirt.

  “Beautiful and so damned responsive. I’d wondered, but I never realized how fucking exciting it would be to feel her pleasure along with my own.”

  Serena moaned when he settled between her legs, fighting him when he used his shoulders to spread them wide. The position left her too open, too exposed.

  “Alastair!”

  She tried to close her legs against him, but was no match against his strength. “Oh, God! What are you—oh!”

  The first swipe of his tongue through her slit shocked her so much she froze. “Oh, my God! You can’t do that!”

  Alastair lifted his head and chuckled. “Oh, darling. I assure you I can.”

  The next swipe of his tongue proved more potent than the last, teasing her clit with an expertise that ripped a cry from her, a desperate cry that sounded nothing at all like her.

  It sounded like the cry of a tortured animal.

  With Ian watching her and rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and Alastair using his mouth on her slit, Serena found herself drowning in sensation, a sensation so strong she panicked.

  The lack of control, the totally foreign level of lust and hunger, that even now continued to swell inside her, scared the hell out of her.

  Fighting to get free, she whimpered, struggling to get her hands loose and kicking at Alastair.

  Wild and untamed, the ribbons of pleasure lashed at her.

  “I can’t! Let go. Oh, God! What’s happening?”

  Her stomach muscles tightened so much that it hurt, the powerful surge that threatened to destroy her coming closer with every stroke of Alastair’s tongue.

  Lifting his head, Alastair slid a finger into her pussy. “Calm her down, Ian, so I don’t have to stop.”

  Ian groaned, his eyes hooded and dark with emotion. “She’s scared. Oh, babe, haven’t you ever come before?”

  Serena clamped down on the finger Alastair moved inside her, her cries becoming more desperate when he used his mouth on her again.

  A tingling sensation started in her clit, making it burn. Terrified at the too-intense sensation, she screamed, fighting for all she was worth. “No. I don’t know. What the hell’s happening? Make it stop. No! I can’t take it. Don’t let it stop.”

  To her surprise, Ian wrapped an arm around her, and bent over her, touching his lips to hers.

  “There’s nothing to fear. Alastair’s going to make you feel real good. Just let him.”

  Staring into his eyes, Serena shook her head, twisting restlessly as the pressure became unbearable. A fine
sheen of perspiration covered her skin, her body jolting almost continuously as Alastair thrust his finger in and out of her pussy while sucking her clit. “No. Too much. I’ve never oh, God!”

  On a rolling surge of heat, the most sublime pleasure hit her hard, sucking the breath from her. The pleasure, like nothing she’d ever experienced, raged through her, stiffening her body until she thought she might die of it.

  She tingled, hot sizzles of heat hitting her everywhere as every nerve ending in her body exploded in ecstasy.

  Ian cursed, tightening his hands on her wrists as she bucked. “Fucking incredible. That’s it, baby. Come.”

  She’d never felt so wonderful. She’d never felt so incredibly desirable and wanton. Nothing ever felt so good. She’d feared it, but now never wanted it to end.

  It made her feel warm and womanly, alive in her own sensations. This wasn’t a dream, a vision, and it had nothing to do with anyone else’s thoughts.

  This belonged to her and she loved every second of it.

  Crying out, she bent toward Ian, amazed at the pleasure washing over her and the closeness she felt with both men.

  She felt free and at the same time, like she belonged.

  Alastair lifted his head and smiled down at her. “I love the way you come.”

  Releasing her hands, Ian cupped her jaw, turning her trembling body toward him. “It was her first one. You don’t let anyone get close enough for that, do you, Serena?”

  Alastair ran a hand over her belly. “Are you a virgin, darling?”

  Serena stilled, shivering at the memory. “No. There was a boy back in high school.” She didn’t want to remember that incident, or the way it made her feel, and had done her best to forget all about it.

  She hadn’t let a man touch her since.

  Bending over her, Alastair gathered her close, wrapping his hands around the back of her neck and lifting her to him.

  “I don’t know if I’m glad or furious, but I want you to promise me something.”

  Still languid from her orgasm, she frowned at the chill in his tone. “What?”

  “Don’t ever tell me his name.”

  Reaching over, he opened the nightstand and retrieved a small foil packet, something someone with even her inexperience recognized. He held her gaze as he threw off his clothing and sat back on his heels to roll on the condom.

  “I may have to kill him.” His conversational tone only intensified the icy intent glittering in his eyes.

  Serena hadn’t reached out to anyone in so long that it had stopped being an automatic gesture, but the sight of Alastair’s wide, golden chest made her fingers itch to explore.

  “You’re gold everywhere, aren’t you? I can’t believe how handsome you are.”

  Her face burned when she realized she’d said that out loud, and biting her lip, she forced herself to meet his gaze.

  He smiled, the encouragement in his eyes giving her the confidence to sit up and reach for him, moaning at the feel of Ian’s hands sliding over her back.

  She laid her hands on his chest, smiling when he stiffened. “You’re so hot.” The size of his cock worried her some. She didn’t realize they could be so large. From the size of his body, she should have guessed.

  Grinning, he nudged her to her back, covering her body with his. “So are you.”

  Stiffening when his cock nudged at her pussy, she pushed at his shoulders. “Alastair, I’ve only done this once and it was a long time ago. I’m not sure—”

  Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close and brushed her lips with his. “I’m sure enough for both of us.”

  Ian rubbed the leg wrapped around Alastair while pushing her hair back from her forehead. “Don’t worry, love. You were made for this.” He shot a warning look at his brother, and she would have bet anything that he communicated silently to Alastair.

  She wanted to ask, but Alastair thrust his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock into her. She wanted to look away from the intensity of his stare, but he didn’t allow it, holding her face turned toward his as he slowly began to enter her.

  His small, shallow thrusts went deeper with each slow stroke, his cock stretching her with each inch he gained.

  “God, you’re amazing. You feel incredible. I’ve been dying to sink my cock inside you since I met you.”

  She’d never felt so needed, thrilling at the harsh rumble of his voice against her ear. She tried to force herself to be still, but she couldn’t stop clamping down on his cock, or rocking her hips into his thrusts. The intense pressure of his cock stretching her pussy shocked her, each thrust making it more difficult to breathe.

  Alarmed at how hard his cock felt inside her, and how wide it stretched her, she felt the stirring of panic, but the pleasure kept her tilting her hips for more.

  Digging her heels into his tight butt, she held on, pressing her fingertips into the broad shoulders that blocked out everything else.

  “Alastair! Oh! Too full. I feel too stretched, but it feels so good. Move faster. It feels so hot inside me.”

  Ian groaned from next to her. “The way she blurts things out makes me crazy. I can’t wait to see what kinds of things pour from her mouth when we get a little kinkier with her.”

  Alastair bent to kiss her again, holding her to him with a hand at her bottom. “She’s not sophisticated at all, is she? So natural and passionate.” He resumed thrusting, brushing his lips over her forehead. “She says whatever comes to mind.” His strokes took him deeper and came faster, the friction of his cock over her inner walls sending her higher and higher as the pressure she already recognized continued to build.

  She felt as if she lost a part of herself with each stroke, but she didn’t care as much as she should have, stunned at how much she gained. She had his strength to rely on, his hold wrapping her in it. Secure in his arms, she let herself go, giving in to the most amazing pleasure, pleasure she’d missed and hadn’t even known about. Her body hummed with sensation, each new surge of pleasure drawing her further into a world of decadence and a sense of belonging that seemed to swallow her whole.

  He took her, but gave to her at the same time. He filled her with a warmth that she’d been missing, a feeling of being accepted and wanted. Desired.

  He took her vulnerability, and gave her his strength.

  The rush of power—feminine power—washing over her had her body making demands that even she didn’t understand.

  “Christ, she’s so tiny, I feel like I’m going to crush her.”

  Lifting slightly off of her, he braced himself on his hands and started thrusting in earnest.

  Awash in pleasure, Serena arched and clenched on him. “More. Faster. Harder!”

  “Yeah, Serena. I’ll fucking give you more and harder.”

  Ian pinched a nipple, earning another cry from her, before sliding his hand lower, spreading her folds wide and using fast, smooth strokes on her clit, not stopping at her cry. “Yeah, I know it’s sensitive, baby, but you can take it.”

  “Fuck!” Startled by Alastair’s hoarse tone and his more aggressive thrusting, Serena opened her eyes, fascinated by the look on his face.

  He looked as if he was being tortured, his beautiful features hard as he threw his head back and groaned, his cock pulsing his release inside her.

  She couldn’t take her eyes from him as her own pleasure crested yet again, crying out his name as it held her in its grip. Unable to escape the torment of Ian’s fingers, she reached for his hand to push them away, alarmed when she couldn’t budge him at all.

  “Ian! No more. Oh, God!”

  Her orgasm held her for several heart-stopping moments before releasing her in a rush of ecstasy that left her limp and breathless, whimpering at the continued strokes to her clit.

  “Please!”

  Ian slid a hand under her hair and turned her toward him, tapping her clit lightly. “I like the way you beg.” Releasing her clit, he kissed her, a hungry openmouthed kiss so wicked and overwhelming,
she whimpered through it, overcome with emotion.

  They both needed her.

  She’d never been needed in such a basic way before. They didn’t just need a woman.

  They needed her.

  Happiness bubbled inside her, a sob escaping before she could prevent it.

  She felt free—and at least for now, she felt like other people must feel.

  No visions.

  No bombardment of other’s thoughts.

  Just her own feelings and emotions.

  Hers.

  At a shove from Alastair, Ian chuckled, a low, deep sound filled with hunger. He lifted his head, running a hand over her thigh as Alastair covered her body with his own, gathering her close.

  “You’re all right, darling. I’ve got you. Shhh. You were magnificent. I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of you.”

  She pulled him down to her and buried her face against his neck, breathing in the scent of her lover as she blinked back tears and swallowed another sob.

  She let her legs drop from around him, too weak to hold them up anymore.

  “I’m glad I didn’t fight it. I knew we would be lovers.”

  Clearing her throat, she attempted a nonchalance she didn’t feel, scared to let them know how strongly she’d been affected and appear even more unsophisticated.

  “That was wonderful! Now I know what all the fuss is about. Thank you.”

  * * * *

  Alastair froze, sensing the shock and surge of dominance coming from his brother at the implied challenge, a challenge Serena probably hadn’t even realized she’d issued.

  Using what strength he could muster after what had to be the most powerful release he’d ever had, he lifted himself to his elbows to frown down at her.

  He’d been braced for her to be a little weepy, or a little clingy. In fact, he’d looked forward to a little of that clinginess and the excuse to cuddle with her. A little put out at her lighthearted attitude, he cupped her cheek, stopping her when she would have turned away.

  “Excuse me?”

  A look came and went in her eyes before he could interpret it, reminding him how little he really knew the amazing woman lying beneath him.