Tempted by Darkness

by Avery Gale

  ‘She seems less than impressed with your warning, brother. What do you say we give her reason to reconsider her surliness?’

  ‘I completely agree, I’ll clamp those beautiful nipples while you begin flogging her.’ Trev pulled the first clamp from his pocket as he leaned down and covered the pink peak with his mouth. He loved blowing air over the damp skin and watching it draw up seeking his attention. He grazed his teeth over the tip clamping down gently before pulling back and letting it stretch even tighter before releasing it. Watching her breast jiggle, he fought the urge to press the mounds together and slide his cock between them and mark her chest with his seed. ‘It’s amazing how quickly that growl turns to a moan of pleasure, isn’t it, baby?’ He loved being able to push his words into her mind, knowing they would resonate clear to her soul.

  “Yes, ohhh, that feels so—argh!” Trev knew the moment the strands of the flogger thudded against her ivory skin just by her reaction. Feeling her tremble and her skin heat beneath his lips was nothing compared to the scent of her sweet honey. By the time they were finally ready to take her, Kit’s sweet cream would be running in rivulets down the inside of her thighs. He and Jameson were both thrilled that she was always ready for them. Her body responded by preparing itself even when her mind was still playing catch-up.

  Closing his teeth gently, he pulled back again and again until the peak was a sharp point begging for the jeweled clamp in his hand. Releasing the clamp over the tip and then tightening it until Kit hissed, he backed off the tension just a bit and grinned over her shoulder at Jameson. His brother was absorbed in his task and Trev was quickly becoming intoxicated by the smell of his mate’s arousal. He couldn’t wait to kneel in front of her and run his tongue over her pussy lips, tasting her need was intoxicating.

  Lavishing his attention on Kit’s other nipple, Trev felt her body shudder as she drew close to release, he pulled back to say, “Don’t you dare come without permission, baby. That will buy you more trouble than you can take right now.” Her sweet pleading fell on deaf ears. Neither he nor Jameson were in forgiving moods—at least not just yet.

  “You had better listen to him, kitten. He is trying to save your ass—literally.”

  “I will try, but it...feels so deliciously wicked I’m not sure how long I can—hold out.” Trev couldn’t hold back his chuckle because they all three knew she would only be able to hold back as long as they allowed it. Either of them could push her over whenever they decided to, they knew her body’s limits far better than she did at this point. There wasn’t an inch they hadn’t tasted, not a single place they hadn’t kissed. The two of them had mentally mapped each one hot spot and catalogued her reactions. They’d routinely exploited the information without a shred of remorse.

  Kit’s soft panting brought Trev’s mind back to the moment, with his hands over her shoulders, he could feel her muscles tighten in anticipation of the second clamp and he intended to make certain the intensity pushed her even closer to the edge. They were going to torture her with pleasure for as long as possible before any of them went over the edge.

  “Let’s see how you do with a bit of added weight, shall we, baby? I think these emeralds are going to look lovely against your creamy skin.” When she gasped and jerked against the restraints, he smiled, “Oh, and did I mention that they are quite large. They’re a gift from us to you. The stones have been in our family for hundreds of years, made into various configurations and pieces over the years, but I do believe our favorite jeweler has outdone himself this time.” Watching the deep green stones sparkle as they caught the light from the wall sconces, Trev couldn’t help but marvel at the way the soft light danced over the surface of the faceted stones.

  ‘You’d better kick things up a notch, Jameson, she isn’t going to last much longer—and neither am I. Her cream is already running in glimmering streams down the inside of her thighs.’ Slowly he pressed butterfly kisses down her torso circling her naval with his tongue before pressing it inside to mimic what he planned to do when he reached her sweet pussy.

  ‘Let’s tilt her world a little bit. It’ll bring her back from the edge and I’ll distract her with one of the toys in my pocket. Let’s see how she does with the clit clip.’

  ‘Perfect. And then see if giving her something to wrap those sweet lips around won’t keep her out of trouble. If she can’t speak maybe she won’t be as apt to turn this into a punishment session rather than the pleasurable reminder we’d envisioned.’ Trev pulled the small remote from the pocket of his jeans. When Kit felt the cross begin to move, she gasped in surprise. Reaching beneath her to palm the cheeks of her ass, Trev noticed how hot her skin felt against his palm—his brother had no doubt done a superb job of warming her up.

  Leaning down, Trev used his lips to push the hood back before sucking her clit ruthlessly over the tops of his teeth. Kit screamed and Trev used the flat of his hand to give her sensitized ass a stinging swat. “This pink pearl is mine to decorate, baby. I’m going to put a lovely ring around it and leave it exposed for our pleasure.” What she didn’t know was that even the slightest movement of air over the exposed bundle of nerves was going to feel like a lover’s caress. She was already so close, Trev wondered if he’d get the small device in place before she lost control.

  Jameson’s emotions were at war. A part of him wanted to paddle Kit’s ass until she needed a pillow to sit on for the next several days. But another part wanted to fuck her senseless—sinking so deep in her that she’d never forget who she belonged to, and she’d never even consider putting herself in this sort of danger again. He’d stripped while Trev repositioned their new St. Andrew’s Cross, Kit’s face was now at the perfect height for him to slide his engorged cock past her sweet lips, but first he wanted to reconnect their spirits. For the first time since she’d walked into the club, he’d been forced to spend several nights away from her and he’d missed her with every beat of his heart. If something happened to her, Jameson wasn’t entirely sure he’d survive.

  Stroking a knuckle along the side of her face, he soothed her when she startled, “It’s just me, kitten.” His ego swelled when she tried to push her cheek against his hand. She was so much like the kitten he called her, seeking the warmth of his touch. “Your new jewelry looks beautiful laying against your creamy skin, my love. I’m going to enjoy playing with those lovely green jewels as I’m sliding over those ruby lips. And even though I can’t see your eyes, I know these emeralds are the exact same color, but we’ll check that later—when I remove them I want to see your eyes widen as your mind tries to distinguish the pleasure from the pain.”

  Jameson kept stroking the back of his finger slowly up and down the side of her neck, watching goose bumps race over her skin under his light touch. He was determined to draw this out despite the fact it was taking everything he had to keep from pushing clear to the back of her throat, sinking deep into her warm mouth. “You see, my love, this is all about reminding you that you belong to us. We don’t expect you to seek our approval for everything you do. You are a brilliantly talented woman who has proven time and again how capable you are. But when you make choices that leave your wellbeing hanging in the balance, we’ll expect you to confer with us beforehand. We’d expect the same consideration from any other member of the pack.”

  Jameson waited for a few seconds letting Kit’s mind process his words before continuing. He could feel her struggle to stay focused on what he was saying when they were bombarding her senses. They’d learned that first night Kit’s ability to multitask was amazing and that pushing her past that point wasn’t easy. He wanted her to stop thinking and simply feel the power of their love for her. The connection between them was strong, but Jameson knew it would fade over time unless he and Trev continually reminded her how deeply their souls were linked.

  “Your safety and happiness, and that of Ryan and Adana, are what we are here for—everything we do, we do for our family.” Truer words had never left Jameson’s lips. Using
one hand to turn her mouth so he could rub the tip of his cock over her lips glazing them with the pearly pre-cum that had beaded at the end in anticipation, he hissed when she used her tongue to delve into the sensitive slit.

  They had placed more than a hundred unlit candles around the room while preparing for their scene. Their mate’s magic was a powerful force and was fed by emotion, the more aroused Kit became—the more she “let go”, the more erratic her magic became. They’d discovered early on that giving Kit’s magic a safe outlet—such as setting candlewicks aflame, was far safer than letting it find its own outlet. They had burned several sets of draperies and too many clothing items to count before making sure they always had plenty of candles on hand. As she sucked him deeper, Jameson’s eyes closed and his head fell back, he groaned, “Fuck that feels so good. Knowing you are tasting me, that I’m surrounded by your sweet lips—hell, the heat of your mouth is almost too much.” If he didn’t watch out, she was going to steal his control and that wasn’t what tonight was about.

  The thought had no sooner moved through his mind than he heard Trev’s soft laughter. ‘Yeah, you had better be careful or she’s going to own this scene and the two of us are going to end up looking like her subs instead of the other way around. I swear the woman’s strongest magic is the way she draws us in.’

  ‘True, but holy fucking hell, her devil-blessed mouth is pure heaven. I just want to sink deep and shoot down her throat as you do the same with her pussy. If we fill her from both ends, perhaps she’ll remember who this lovely body belongs to.’ Jameson had barely opened his eyes when the little minx redoubled her efforts and he felt fire begin to boil in his balls, threatening to burn a hole through his restraint and erupt any second.

  “Oh no, kitten, you are not in control here. You are not going to tempt me over the edge, my control is stronger than that.” Jameson spoke the words despite the fact he wasn’t entirely convinced they were true. ‘Fuck me, the minx can unravel me faster than I can fight it off. You had better step up your game, brother, or this is going to end far too soon.’

  Jameson and Trevlon Wolf had shared women for years. Their reputations as always being solidly in control of their orgasms were stellar. Hell, they’d been highly sought after Doms because they never came before the sub they were topping had come at least twice. They had been sexually active since high school—much to their parents’ displeasure, and he’d never fought so hard to control himself. His connection to Kit was so strong he felt not only his and Trev’s pleasure, but hers as well, and it pushed him further than he ever thought possible. Even Trev slapping his palm against her sex hadn’t broken her resolve—Kit was determined and his body was happy to let her give him pleasure.

  Looking down and watching his cock sliding in and out of Kit’s mouth, knowing he was going to shoot his seed down her throat, marking her from the inside out, sent a flash of fire up his spine to set off fireworks in his brain and then shoot back down and out the end of his cock in flaming pulses he couldn’t have held back if his life had depended upon it. Kit swallowed every drop he’d given her and for several seconds Jameson wasn’t sure he was capable of forming a coherent word, let alone tell her how incredible she’d been.

  Chapter Six

  Kit’s entire body felt like it was aflame. The blindfold might be blocking her vision, but the loss of that sense only served to enhance the others, and she could already smell the sage and citrus scent of the candles her magic was lighting. Her mind might battle her mates’ dominance, but her body was completely enslaved to the two of them. She’d tried to run that night at the club, but Jameson Wolf had been ahead of her at every turn. By the time Jameson had gotten her upstairs into their office, she’d known it had already been too late to escape her fate.

  Jameson’s voice and his confidence had wreaked havoc with her resistance, but his scent was what had undone her. The minute she’d been close enough to get the full effect of his woodsy scent it had wrapped itself around her tying them together as securely as if he’d been using rope. By the time Trev made his way to their office Kit had already been drowning in desire despite what she had tried to tell them. From their first touch, both of her mates had been able to play her body like a finely tuned instrument.

  Tasting the first drops of Jameson’s pre-cum coating the tip of her tongue was ratcheting up her arousal exponentially. Kit was tired of waiting for him to push in further, but when she tried to suck him in deeper he’d initially pulled back trying to regain control. She’d known he was holding on by a thread and she felt her brain fog as she focused in on his pleasure. After he’d come, his release shooting against the back of her throat, Kit felt his emotions wash over her like a tidal wave of pure pleasure.

  Within seconds he’d recovered and she was astonished when she realized his cock was still rigid against her tongue. She knew they both thought she had been trying to steal the reigns, but she really only wanted to feel the power that filled her when she brought them pleasure. ‘And that isn’t trying to take control, kitten?’ Damn and double damn it all to Dalmatians. When would she ever learn to monitor or shield her thoughts? And as much as she hated to admit it, he had a point—and didn’t that just suck. Good Goddess it was annoying that they were almost always right. Sure, they had years of experience as sexual Dominants and Alphas, but it still frustrated her that she always seemed to be playing catch-up. Hell, there were days when she missed how simple her life had been before she’d found her mates.

  “See? There she goes again. Her mind is a million miles away. We really need to work on keeping her in the moment. Let’s see if this helps pull her back.” Trev had barely gotten the words out when the palm of his handed slapped firmly against her sex. It wasn’t a harsh blow, but it hadn’t been expected either and Kit felt her entire body strain against the restraints as it tried to arch seeking more of the pleasure. “See how quickly it brings your body and mind back together, baby? It’s remarkable how your body reacts, isn’t it? Even when your mind tries to control things, it struggles to separate the pleasure from the pain when you are so aroused. I know you don’t particularly want to see yourself as submissive but, baby, your body doesn’t understand semantics, it understands what it craves.”

  Damn it all to the seventh level hell, stop psychoanalyzing everything and just get the fuck on with it already. The next slap to her sex was harsher but not as unexpected and pushed her perilously close to release. Kit’s mind was already starting to fragment from the sensations bombarding her and holding back her orgasm was getting harder and harder with each breath she took. Tasting Jameson and marveling at how quickly he’d fully recovered, she wanted simply to lose herself as he slid over her tongue. The tangy, outdoorsy scent that was unique to him sent a fresh rush of moisture to her pussy. “Oh, baby, that is so hot. Watching your pussy cream for us is a turn on of the first order. Fuck me, I could watch the lips of your rose-colored sex flower open forever, but right now I want to sink balls deep and lose my mind in pleasure of your body.” One quick thrust and he was fully seated inside her and Kit gasped at the sudden intrusion. The delicious stretch of her sensitive tissues set her entire body on fire.

  “Suck me deep, kitten. I want to pull back from your mouth and see my cock slick with your sweet saliva and my come. I want to feel you sucking hard as if you are trying to suck another load of cum straight from my root. Feeling the tip bump against the back of your throat is the second best feeling in the world.” Second best? Excuse me, what the hell does that mean? Jameson’s soft groan of pleasure was followed by a chuckle, “It means the best feeling in the world is when your sweet pussy clamps down around my cock in a pulsing grip that milks the last drops from my body and splashes them against your womb. Knowing I’m shooting my seed deep inside my mate fulfills a part of me that reflects centuries of mating rituals enjoyed by my ancestors and are now imprinted on my soul.”

  Kit heard the words, and even in her lust-fogged state she understood the depths of emotion that
had accompanied them. One of the things she loved the most about her mates was their willingness to be emotionally open with her. They’d never attempted to hold back their feelings, and it had taken her a while to understand how valuable that gift truly was. They understood the emotional vulnerability of submission and their respect for that gift was returned tenfold in their own willingness to share exactly how they felt.

  During a margarita fueled girls’ night not long after she’d mated, her friend, Libby, had scolded her for not appreciating how lucky she was, and her mouthy friend’s words had stung, but they’d been too true at the time. As Libby had so bluntly pointed out, one of the most remarkable things about shifters is their honesty. Just like the animals that make up a large part of their personalities, they are usually able to state their feelings without much consideration for modesty or fear of rejection. If you don’t like what they have to say, you are welcome to move along—a trait free-speaking spirits like Libby appreciated to their very souls.

  “Kitten, we know your heart was in the right place when you made the promise. Getting Angie home safely without a battle was perfect. But your insistence on following through is what we find problematic. You don’t have to keep your word when dealing with those working with the dark side.” Kit groaned at the loss because Jameson had pulled back from her to speak the words. In her heart she knew he was right, but there was something speaking to her that said he had important information and that he was truly tired of dealing with his brother. And if she was right, the entire magical community stood to gain tremendously from anything she might learn.