Wild, Wicked & Wanton

by Tawny Taylor

  But how wrong she’d been about it being just okay. And she had also been wrong about thinking it was what he was doing -- or not doing -- that was making it so uneventful.

  It had been her, and he had been right.

  Cayne and Ronan had shown her. Her two fallen angels. They were her angels, in a very different sense. How had she become so lucky?

  Cayne carried her out of the dungeon, down the hall, to the bedroom. He kissed her as he walked, as he kicked open the door, and as he lowered her onto the bed. By the time that toe-curling kiss had ended, she was breathless and dizzy. The world spinning around her like she was on a carnival ride, she watched her guys strip off their clothes.

  Two beautiful male bodies, all hard angles and rippling muscle. And two beautiful male hearts, totally devoted to her.

  She lifted her arms, calling them to her, desperate not only to complete the final step that would make her theirs forever but also to ease the clenching tension they’d so deftly wound through her body.

  Ronan walked around the end of the bed and climbed in on her right. Cayne crawled in on the left. To her relief, he hooked his hands under her knees and lifted, pulling them wide apart.

  While she tightened in anticipation of Cayne’s invasion, she turned to Ronan and smiled. He responded by cupping a hand over her breast.

  “The fever will end soon,” he consoled while squeezing her burning flesh. He dipped his head and pulled her tight, uber-sensitive nipple into his mouth. With hard draws, he coaxed the heat gathering low in her belly to spread up and out.

  It was an exquisite sensation. She closed her eyes and just let herself get lost in it all, in the pounding desire gathering force in her womb. In the scent of clean male and the sounds of Ronan’s mouth lavishing attention over her breast.

  Her back arched off the bed and her hips rocked forward when Cayne wedged his hips between her thighs and prodded her slick opening with his cock.

  “Yes, do it now, Cayne.”

  A low rumbling sound traveled through the room. Cayne’s growl. The vibrations hummed through her body, adding another layer of sensation to what was already almost too much to take.

  His thick rod inched inside her, stretching her. The burn was more pleasure than pain. Tight. So tight. Hard.

  Oh, it was perfect. Ripples of pleasure followed each stroke as he moved in and out of her. Building. Higher. Stronger. Hotter. Tighter.

  Couldn’t breathe.

  Couldn’t see.

  Could do nothing but let go…

  Her climax was like a summer storm. It built quickly and lashed roughly against her body. Bolts of heat blazed through her like lightning. Crackling. Simmering electricity. Furious wind whirled in a cyclone. Warm wetness coated her skin, soaking her to her core.

  She heard a distant rumble, like thunder. Cayne’s voice. She trembled.

  And then, like a thunderstorm, the fury ended and there was the most amazing quiet. Peace. Contentment. Relief.

  Yes, this was what sex was supposed to be. Wild and raw. A celebration of nature’s beauty. A human’s brief glimpse into the miracle of life. It wasn’t dirty or shameful.

  A one-sided taking or an economic exchange, like she’d always thought. Like it had been for her mother.

  Her mother, a prostitute who could barely care for herself -- let alone a child -- had taught her a lot of hard truths about life. Some of them had most definitely been useful. But in this case, the lesson she’d taught her daughter had been far from healthy or helpful. It had cost her the possibility of any sort of normal relationship with a man.

  But like her Masters had told her, now she could let the past go and become more than she’d ever have been capable of being before.

  She could be whole. Happy. Healthy.

  Yes, this was what a relationship was supposed to be. Nurturing. Challenging. A mutual respect. But also an environment of total acceptance, of encouragement and understanding.

  It had been so short but she couldn’t deny it. She’d found love. And she wasn’t scared any longer.

  The guilt was gone. Light had broken the shadow.

  Chapter 6

  Cayne grabbed Ronan the minute they’d left their bride and turning, crushed his bulk between his inflamed body and the wall. “What’s happening to us?” He could hear his own voice tremble, feel his muscles shake. And his insides, they were churning so quickly, he was sure they were about to burst from his body.

  Something was happening to him, something powerful, and it was both astounding and scaring him.

  It was Kaitlin. Her willingness to submit to them, to admit her fears and open herself up.

  Ronan flattened his hands around either side of Cayne’s face and smiled. And it wasn’t a smart ass smile, or a sexual one. It was the kind of expression that spoke of powerful joy. “It’s something, isn’t it? I’d forgotten how it felt.”

  “What is it?” Cayne asked, staring into Ronan’s eyes, searching for answers, for reassurance.

  “It’s love.” Ronan tipped his head and slanted his mouth over Cayne’s. The kiss they shared said so much more than a mere kiss could. With tongue and lips, they gave pleasure and accepted it. Soft and gentle, harder and more demanding. Affection. Respect. Desire. Deep longing.

  And yes, love.

  Cayne’s eyes burned with tears of joy. He leaned into Ronan, raked his fingernails over his shoulders, ground his cock into Ronan’s pelvis. When that wasn’t enough anymore, he broke the kiss. “Just once, I want to be with you again, in love. Before we give up that part of our lives together forever.”

  “I want that too.” Ronan took his hand and led him into the closest bedroom. They lay side by side on the bed and kissed, stroked, caressed each other like they never had before.

  It was magical.

  After all this time, they finally had the kind of soul-deep connection with each other they’d sought. They’d hungered for. They’d needed, desperately.

  “I never guessed,” Ronan murmured as he kissed his way down Cayne’s body, “that our bride would bring us such an unexpected gift.”

  “Me neither.” Cayne closed his tearing eyes.

  Ronan’s tender attention was stirring a very different kind of heat in him now. Not any less intense than the passion he felt when they were with Kaitlin, but different. Less urgent. Powerful, most definitely. But not desperate.

  Oh yes, he could do this all night long, give and receive pleasure with the man who had stood by his side.

  He traced the ridge cutting down the center of Ronan’s abdomen with an index finger, traveling slowly to his target -- Ronan’s thick rod. Inch by tight inch. Finally, his hand brushed against the broad head of Ronan’s cock, tracing the flared ridge. His own cock jumped in response to the intimate touch.

  Supporting himself over Cayne with his arms, Ronan bent his elbows, levering himself lower so he could lick and nip Cayne into a state of super-heated ecstasy. Cayne returned the favor by pumping Ronan’s cock with slow, steady swipes. Down to the base and back up to the head.

  “Fuck me, Cayne,” Ronan whispered against his neck. “I need you. I… oh goddess yes, I love you.” He sat back on his knees and after shooting Cayne a hooded, dark-eyed stare, turned around and bent over, offering his tight ass.

  Cayne’s cock hardened even more at the sight of Ronan’s muscular ass. Usually it was the other way around, Cayne taking Ronan’s prick up his ass. Ronan normally didn’t care to be fucked, said he didn’t like the feeling of being so vulnerable.

  It seemed he didn’t mind so much anymore, at least not right this moment.

  Locating lube in a nearby drawer, Cayne smoothed some of the cool substance over his cock and down Ronan’s crack. Just the anticipation of being inside Ronan made his insides melt. And the knowledge of what this moment meant… it made him all the more grateful for their bride and her wonderful gift.

  As he eased himself into Ronan’s anus, they both breathed her name, their voices rough with building ecst
asy.

  This might be the last time they would share their bodies with each other this way, but they would never forget this day. That became clearer with every stroke, every thrust, every guttural moan that filled the room.

  Together, their bodies rocked and heaved toward bliss. They trembled and quaked, their skin slick with sweat, their muscles pulled into tight ropes. Cayne watched Ronan’s thickly-muscled shoulders work as he jerked forward and backward until his eyelids were too heavy to stay open for even another second.

  And then, brilliant color slashed through the darkness as he drove hard and fast into Ronan’s clenching depth. Tight. Almost there. He reached around Ronan’s hips, caught up Ronan’s cock in his fist and pumped it hard and fast, matching the pace of his thrusts.

  Ronan groaned, his ass milking Cayne’s cock with gentle spasms as he shuddered into a powerful climax.

  He groaned.

  And then brilliant stars burst in his vision. Cum surged up from his tight balls, along his length and shot into Ronan’s hungry flesh. In the center of those stars, like an angel, appeared the image of their bride’s beautiful face. At the same time, he felt something he hadn’t in ages. His wings pushed through the thick skin that had scarred over them. They unfurled. It was an exquisite sensation. Beyond description. Beyond understanding. He watched in awe as Ronan’s wings extended.

  They wept.

  They could do nothing less than give her their hearts, after what she’d done for them. It wasn’t they who were angels, but her.

  It was time now, to turn their focus to their bride. To make her theirs for the rest of her life.

  * * *

  This was it. Kaitlin was ready. Thanks to her little Being a Bride for Dummies book, she understood what was going to happen. She was prepared.

  But that didn’t mean she was any less nervous.

  After today, her former life would be completely gone. All her memories, every single one, would be erased. She’d spend the next several years isolated from everyone but Ronan and Cayne, strengthening their bond to each other and to her. No job. No social life. Her whole existence would revolve around her two Masters.

  She had no doubt this was the life she had been seeking.

  No, it wasn’t going to be exciting, like climbing a mountain, or dodging bullets for the DEA. But her life hadn’t been exciting like that anyway. She would lose so little to gain so much. And in the future, after the initial time was up and she no longer had to be sequestered, she hoped she would find a way to balance serving her Masters and finding herself.

  Being a bride didn’t mean she was going to be any less complete in her own right.

  Again, all of this knowledge did nothing to slow down her racing heart or ease the jittery-jerky sensation crawling through her system. She glanced at the clock. Time was up.

  Smiling to herself, she gave the memory of her mother one final farewell and headed toward the dungeon, where they said they would wait for her.

  They greeted her with encouraging smiles. Already nude, they stood side by side. Cocks fully erect. Arms at their sides. Both their bodies were visibly tight, their physical strength pulling their muscles into defined ropes and bulges.

  And they had wings. Beautiful, brilliant white feathered wings.

  She stammered, “Where...?”

  “It’s because of you. Your love. Your sweet, precious love,” Cayne answered, his eyes teary.

  “And now we can give our love in return,” Ronan added. “If you’ll accept it.”

  “Of course I will.”

  “Then you’ll complete the claiming?” Cayne asked.

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Do you understand what will happen afterward?” Ronan extended an arm.

  She hurried to him, placing one hand in his, the other in Cayne’s. “I’ll forget everything.”

  Ronan nodded. “That’s right. Are you still scared?”

  “Should I be?” she quipped.

  He chuckled. “Not this time, no. But I do want to make sure you are one hundred percent ready for this. It’s your body, your future, your decision. We might be your Masters in this room, but ultimately, you still hold all the power.”

  Then, she had a choice? She could walk away?

  “What are you trying to say, Ronan?” she asked.

  “I’m saying that it’s time for you to accept yourself. No more hiding behind the shackles of submission. If you want to be our bride, you’re going to accept your sexuality, rather than be repulsed by it. You’re going to understand that being a sexual woman is good, healthy, wonderful.”

  Steeped in thought, she nodded. “But I have.”

  “In a way, yes, but in a way, no. You’re still tricking yourself by looking at us as your seducers. You can’t be blamed for behavior that’s forced on you, right?”

  It took her a while, but the truth in his words finally struck home. She nodded. “I see now.”

  “We’re not seducing you. We aren’t forcing you. We are waiting, for you to decide.”

  She shot a questioning glance at Cayne. He answered with a sharp nod.

  It was her choice. Accept herself, everything? Or continue to despise a part of her nature that was as much a part of her makeup as the color of her eyes?

  She couldn’t go on like that anymore.

  “I want this. I want to be your bride, to serve you sexually, in the dungeon. I enjoy having sex with you. I live for sharing those intimate moments. It’s the honest-to-God truth. You’ve taught me what sex was intended to be. A beautiful sharing of sensation and emotion.”

  Ronan’s smile was brighter than the sun. “Let’s do this.”

  “Here. This way.” Looking a little stiff -- everywhere -- Cayne led her to the low bondage table in the center of the dungeon. He caught her by the waist and leaned down to give her a bone-melting kiss. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, stabbing and possessing and taking. She swayed as the kiss sent little currents of electricity buzzing and zapping through her system. Mini-blazes ignited throughout her body. Chest. Face. Pussy.

  Behind her, she felt Ronan press against her, leaning into her and supporting her trembling form with hands spanning her waist as well. Just when she was positive she was going to fall, Cayne broke the kiss and together they lifted her onto the table.

  Cayne climbed on with her, scooting to the end and reclining back so his legs dangled over the edge. He levered himself up on his bent elbows. “Come to me, Kaitlin. It’s time.”

  “Okay.”

  Patiently, Ronan guided her into position over top of Cayne. Two sets of strong hands steadied her trembling form, supporting her weight as she knelt over his erection.

  Kaitlin’s heart jumped in her chest. She could hardly believe this was happening, that she was about to freely allow two men—two angels—to fuck her. At the same time. This was the moment she’d been preparing herself for, the culmination of a lifelong struggle with her nature. She was about to be penetrated by both men, simultaneously.

  On her knees, her back to Cayne’s upper body, she kicked one leg over his hips. His erect cock stood tall, angling toward her slick center. Cayne closed a fist around its base, and Ronan slicked it up with lube. She started to lower herself onto him but Ronan stopped her.

  “First, we need to get you ready.” Ronan dragged a damp finger down her crevice and over her anus, and she quivered at the gentle touch. A wave of heat pounded through her body. Tension tugged at her insides. He coaxed her to lay back on top of Cayne then lifted her legs and pushed them as far back as he could.

  The man had the most deft tongue this side of heaven. And his hands were the tools of the gods. He flicked his tongue over her clit and she arched her back.

  Tight. Hot. Aching.

  Cayne’s hands skimmed up her sides to her breasts. As Ronan licked and sucked her pussy into spasm, Cayne caressed and pinched her nipples, whispering naughty words in her ears, promising to live out her every dark fantasy over a lifetime. Quickly sinking
into a churning sea of sensation and erotic pleasure, she groaned.

  Her body was ablaze, and it was all thanks to her gorgeous, dominating, powerful Masters. Somehow they understood her, knew what she needed. Physically and emotionally.

  They knew how to love her.

  The first flare of impending climax zinged through her body. Her muscles tightened, everywhere. Legs, arms, chest. She craved release, more than anything else, but she refused to turn herself over to the pulsing heat rippling through her stomach. She wouldn’t come until they were both inside.

  “Please,” she heard herself beg. “I want you both inside me. I want to be your bride forever.”

  Ronan ceased tormenting her clit and once again helped her position herself over Cayne’s engorged cock. But before she lowered herself onto it, Ronan tested her anus with one lubricated finger, then two, scissoring them to gently stretch her.

  It was sweet agony.

  “Please, now,” she whispered, trembling as she struggled to hold herself over Cayne’s cock. Why were they torturing her like this? So cruel. In such a good way.

  Ronan leapt up on the table, squatting behind her and holding her around the waist.

  Slowly she lowered herself until the head of Cayne’s cock pressed at her tight hole. Her skin burned. Her blood simmered.

  She whimpered. “Oh God.” She clamped her eyes closed and willed her muscles to relax. It wasn’t working. It hurt too much. She lifted herself up, tears filling her eyes. “I can’t. I’m so sorry, but I can’t.” She looked over her shoulder at Ronan’s handsome face. His strained expression made her feel that much more frustrated.

  “Do you want to stop?” Cayne asked.

  “No. But…”

  “Easy, Kaitlin,” Ronan coached, his breath tickling the side of her neck. The left side of her body puckered with goose bumps. Her left nipple hardened. Yet another wave of desire pulsed in her womb. “Go slowly this time and relax.”