Blayne Edwards

by Caine

  She tried to shake the coincidence from her mind as his thumb began pressing against her clit, rubbing in one direction, very slowly and even while his mouth continued to grasp and warm her. The pressure, movement and speed he used were exactly correct. Not too fast or intense or insistent. When Caine began to circle her in the other direction and then allowed his teeth to bite down just above where his fingertips touched her, Chloe gasped and had to reach down in order to hold on to something.

  Her fingers now found two bizarre memories sliding between them.

  She had both gone to sleep and awakened to the feel of that same raw, silky hair between her fingers.

  Chloe jumped and pulled away from his mouth. She was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing to her. And the thought of what he could do was even more pleasing to her. Chloe knew she could even ignore the fact that she had been with his brother because of the way he seemed to be able to command her emotions and thoughts. But the coincidence of his feeling not only like his brother, but like the alpha as well was strong enough to frighten her into pulling away from him. Her action caused him to loosen his grip on her butt and his eyes to come up to hers.

  “Too hard?”

  Had she not been so freaked out about how much his hair between her fingers had felt like her four-legged friend, Chloe would have come right then and there at the sight of his face and the tone of his voice because he thought he had hurt her.

  She shook her head and stared down into the blue eyes that looked back up at her. Twinkling blue eyes. Playful. Hypnotic.

  Unnerving.

  Her sex spasmed almost as violently as her mind. And it was almost too much for her. Chloe reached again and ran her fingers through his hair to make sure that she wasn’t about to do something stupid without an extreme amount of just cause. Once again, the silky threading of that jet black hair under her touch forced a memory into her mind of the wolf who had aroused and even pleased her just the night before.

  And regretfully, of Caine’s brother. Who had jaggedly rammed himself into her heart as well as her body.

  “Caine, I can’t do this.” She shook her head and had to look away from those eyes. Chloe hated herself already for saying it. But she had no choice. The interruption had given that damned inner voice time to shake its finger at her again. And unfortunately that brief window of time had also allowed her to realize that as soon as they were both ass naked and horny as hell, her goddamned moral Southern upbringing would kick in and she would surely start questioning what she was about to do with a man she’d known for exactly two hours and forty-three minutes. Not nearly as long as she’d known Luke before she’d screwed him.

  Fucking morals.

  She blew out in all kinds of frustration and shook her head as she looked at him. Caine sat on his knees on the floor. Alone. Right where she’d left him when she’d jumped away from him. Hands on his knees and hair adorably tousled by her fingers.

  Chloe wanted to be a slut. A whore. A morally decrepit human being who could fuck the skin off of this man and his twin and the alpha wolf all at the same time and not even think twice about it.

  Dream on.

  She kicked her jeans over to allow her somewhere for her own knees to rest comfortably and went to kneel in front of him. Her next move of self inflicted masochism was to reach and grip his upper arms so she could talk to him about why she’d just allowed him to become aroused and excited and then decided that not only was she going to be home alone and needing, but why she was unfortunately going to ask that he do the same.

  The muscles she found could have crushed her ribs had they wrapped around her and squeezed hard enough. Chloe herself held on a little tighter and tried to steady her breathing before she spoke.

  “Caine, I want this,” she nodded as she looked into those eyes. “I want you,” she added and watched his pupils widen as he stared back. “But I can’t sleep with you. Not tonight.” Chloe closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

  “Possibly not ever.”

  Stupid, stupid, stupid.

  She took a deep breath and wondered if an apology blowjob would be too inappropriate in her mother’s Baptist opinion.

  Probably so.

  Caine wordlessly sat back on his heels, causing the grip Chloe’s fingers had managed into his arms to pull her with him. She felt the warm, firm drag of hands down her bare back and then fought a ragged breath as he gripped her hips and moved her to exactly where he wanted her.

  Straddling him.

  She could feel a cock that was twitching impatiently and hard and full of something Chloe wanted to lick and taste and drink into every orifice of her body as it pushed up against the wet and thin crotch of her panties. Caine’s hands remained on her butt, massaging. Pulling her ass and sex apart and then pressing her closed again. Working her body as if she hadn’t said a word about this not going to happen.

  Even the inner voice moaned at what he did to her next.

  One hand, down into her panties, from the front. Two fingers, carefully pressing up into her sex. His mouth, kissing. No pain. Just affection and nuzzling on her neck. Her jaw. Her earlobe. And then a finger from his other hand sliding down the cleavage of her backside, quickly made wet in her sex.

  Slowly, teasingly, just a little painfully, into her ass.

  She groaned at the tight, naughty feeling. He had her. Right where he wanted her. Or right where she wanted him, more appropriately.

  Chloe had never had this before. At all. She’d simply never found a man she felt comfortable enough to allow access to this part of her body. But she had always wanted to try it.

  She was glad she hadn’t been sleeping on her stomach the night before so the alpha could ruin this one for her, too.

  To be honest, Chloe doubted that anything could have ruined this as he began to work his fingers in and out of her. One hand moving into her slowly. And then withdrawing. The second taking its turn. Both of them. Together this time. And then again, one and then the other.

  Caine in her sex.

  Luke in her ass.

  This fantasy, no amount of morality or guilt or even the wonderful slight of pain he could have made much worse had he been more brutal with her sore privates was going to ruin for her.

  Two men. Brothers. Twins. Both of them beautiful and strong and hard as they made love to her at the same time.

  And at least one of them would really mean it.

  She wrapped her arms around Caine’s neck and held on as he created a new pulse and rhythm with his fingers inside her body and a vision of decadence in her mind.

  Luke had frightened her. Terribly. But just as the last male before him had frightened her, he had also managed to excite her very quickly and with an intensity that had shocked her. And now Caine was pleasing her. Even after she’d told him that she couldn’t sleep with him, he continued to please her. His mouth loved her face and neck as his fingers demanded that she feel full of him in some way.

  “What about you?” she breathed through the beginning of her orgasm, her fingers gripping his shoulders to steady herself.

  Caine nipped gently at her neck. “I want to please you,” he murmured. “I want to watch you come, Chloe.”

  Her climax wasn’t supposed to happen. Her clit and cunt were much too sore to allow it. And she hated the fact that the man pleasing her was receiving nothing from her other than the look she could see on his face that told her that he so enjoyed seeing a woman being made happy by his actions.

  “Come for me, sweetheart.”

  She could feel that icy hot tingle begin in her fingertips and at the base of her brain at the same time she heard his words. Her body telling her that within seconds, she would fall headlong into her climax. And it was going to be even more intense than the one she had imagined as she’d stood between the two men in the hall. And much more emotionally consuming than the one she’d had at Luke’s insistence the first time she’d met him.

  Even stronger than if they had both really been inside
her, she suspected as the spasms began.

  “There you go,” Caine soothed as her body began to twitch and convulse around his fingers. ‘That’s it, sweetheart,” he hummed as he continued to control her body’s reactions. Having this man inside her was better than two of anything, she decided. As delightful as both Luke and Caine would have felt inside her, this one man was going to make her feel wonderful. And she knew he wasn’t going to be angry with her or himself afterwards.

  Every cell and emotion in her body agreed with what she wanted this time. This wasn’t a man she felt no emotional connection to and it wasn’t an animal she shouldn’t have even been aroused by. This was a man who was receiving his pleasure from the look on her face and the sounds from her throat and the musty smells of her excitement as he coaxed her through her pleasure.

  Caine had evidently felt her body begin to grip and spasm and his fingers drove deeper inside her and then flexed together and pulled downward, somehow without hurting her at all with his actions. Chloe arched her back and the motion brought her up off of his lap. One of Caine’s hands shifted and the heel of his palm pressed against her clit. Grinding into her, even though she didn’t need any more stimulation and quite honestly thought she might explode if she received anything else from him.

  “Caine…” Chloe gasped before she could finish her plea for him to cease what he was doing to her. “Caine, stop…”

  But he didn’t stop. He pressed into her and pulled and dragged newly touched parts of her body at the same time and bit down softly on nipple and then neck and the man demanded that she come until he said that she was finished.

  She had thought that he would take this for himself first. As his brother had. Chloe had felt sure that Damon Caine would be a wonderful but brutish lover. But she had only been right about the first part of her theory.

  Chloe dug her nails into the skin of his back, even through his shirt. To make sure she didn’t feel that as well. She had to inflict some pain upon him that she couldn’t feel. She had to have something to remind her that she was still human and sane and a separate being from the man controlling her entire body even with so little of himself inside her. Caine was relentless and demanding in ways that no man had ever been before with her body. His lovemaking was something she knew constituted the bulk of most women’s dreams. It was selfless.

  Chloe continued to gasp for air as her body refused to stop convulsing and quivering from the orgasm that had resulted from this man. A man she hadn’t known a day earlier except through his work. Chloe had read what Caine had imagined a man could be with a woman, for a woman, were that man allowed to be the beast he embodied and she had often felt her body and soul grow swollen with desire for such a man. For this man, she had often wanted to believe.

  “I can’t take anymore,” she begged as his fingers finally began to show mercy on her.

  The climax that slowed but throbbed for several moments even after she had regained the use of her lungs had happened because he had triggered, in addition to physical stimulation of her, fantasies that Chloe had held inside herself for many years. She supposed that Caine had been getting her ready for him for years with his work. Although neither of them could have been aware of that fact.

  Talk about unintentional foreplay.

  For the moment, however, Chloe couldn’t talk about much of anything. But she could feel. And she could smell and see and taste.

  All of it spoke to her of Caine.

  She clung to his neck as he gently removed his fingers from her. His arms, wrapping around her waist and pulling her even closer, were just as crushing as she’d suspected they would be were he to have a reason to hold her like this. His heartbeat thumped against her bare breasts through the front of his shirt and the soft, tender skin just below his ear rubbed her cheek as she let her head lay on his shoulder.

  “That was wonderful,” she whispered to him as she felt his grip on her tighten even more.

  There was no reason for her to feel so drained emotionally. Physically, she could understand. But she hadn’t known Caine long enough to hurt with emotional happiness. Not nearly long enough for her to feel what was going through her mind as she sat wrapped around his body, feeling his heat and pulse and grip on her.

  It was over. He had aroused and stimulated and then dragged a most delicious orgasm from her and now it was time for her to lean back and smile at him, thank him profusely as manners would dictate, and then politely get the hell off of him.

  She didn’t. And it wasn’t just because he hadn’t let go, although she suspected that had she owned the Jaws of Life she couldn’t have loosened the bear hug he had on her. Chloe didn’t let go of him or move to indicate that she was ready for him to let go of her because she didn’t want to.

  Ever.

  Nothing had ever scared her this badly in her life.

  Fear and sex. And this one man was both. He scared her and excited her in equal proportions. And with amazing skills in both areas. She had known him for years through his writings and she had become aroused and frightened by his mind for years because he had written the very fantasies that she wanted to live.

  And now, it would seem, the connoisseur of animal urges was demonstrating a working knowledge of his talents.

  At least some of them.

  But the ones he was managing to give her had been worth the wait, she had to admit that much. Chloe started to release him and finally let the poor man have some circulation in his legs, but something stopped her.

  At the time, she didn’t know what it was called.

  She suspected that neither of them did.

  * * * * *

  This is not happening again.

  Caine sat with a woman wrapped around and pulled so closely to him that he could no longer tell which body heat or heartbeat was his own. A woman the beast in him would have raped if it had to in order to impregnate her. A woman his brother would have also forced himself on had Caine let this happen at his den.

  Chloe hadn’t yet managed to steady herself enough to release him and Caine wasn’t about to let go of her. He hadn’t brought her to orgasm when he’d made love to her earlier that night and the thought of leaving her without release had made him foul with himself. But now she was happy. And so he could be, too. What made him even happier was the fact that the woman had come with such a crushing intensity that Caine had felt his fingers being squeezed and released and then squeezed even tighter with pressure. It was a pressure that he longed to feel on his cock when he drove into her hot, slick cunt and ordered that she come even harder for him.

  But she’d already come twice in twenty-four hours for him. Caine resituated his hands so that he could run his fingers through some of that long, red hair and thought about how perfectly he seemed to innately recognize her body and needs and desires.

  Nothing Caine had ever done with his brother helping or when Caine had been alone with a woman had felt like this. His cock was still hard and still demanding that he mount the now well-lubricated and aroused bitch in his arms, but his heart and mind were even more aroused than his cock. The feel and taste and smell of this woman had reached into him and probed him as demandingly as he had her.

  Fortunately, Chloe couldn’t know what her own intrusion into him had done.

  And she wasn’t going to know, either. Not for a while at least.

  The man in him wanted to think that she might understand him. Accept him. But of course she would be able to understand and accept that part of him that was man.

  It was his other half he had to worry about.

  The woman unconsciously emitted a desire to believe what he wrote was true. And she seemed frustratingly eager to allow Caine to do things that he knew could bring the woman pleasure like she’d never had, yet afraid to completely surrender to such urges. Chloe wanted to make love to Caine but something was not going to allow it. She either wasn’t willing or able to accept a part of herself.

  Chloe seemed eager for wonderful sexual pleas
ure but she didn’t seem to have embraced something so beautiful and right that it should never even be questioned or judged. Her own sexual desires. Free of restrictions that told her that she should be sexual only when it was considered right as opposed to when her body and mind wanted it. It was her own human nature that she was having trouble accepting. Something that Caine was well aware that many human women never embrace or accept.

  Having a woman like her accept Caine’s nature would be a truly unbelievable ending to his most recent family saga.

  Caine finally leaned back and tilted her face up to look at him. She was flushed and her eyes were wild with excitement and exhaustion. Appreciation for what he had done to and for her dotted her forehead but the minute amount of energy Caine had left her with didn’t seem to be enough to allow her to voice any questions or comments.

  Her lips, however, found some strength.

  Caine pressed himself into her one more time. Felt her breath against his cheek as he kissed her more tenderly than he would have ever thought possible with his plans having been what they were. The predator in him wanted to bite down on her and force her into sexual submission. It was willing to scar and damage to have what it needed. That part of Caine that knew it had to breed had voiced its resentment of his softness toward this woman since he’d decided that she would not be forced into anything tonight. And it still fought for him to listen to its pleas.

  But Caine could already smell his young in this woman’s body. Regardless of her reluctance and disbelief, he could very distinctly hear his children’s laughter in the beating of her heart. And he could taste something coming from her soul, infecting him already, that he knew could truly mean the difference between the life and death of him and his kind and the true happiness of him and his kind. Caine knew how it felt to be loved. And he knew how it felt to love another. It was something he wanted desperately to feel once again, both for himself and for his descendants.

  Compassion won’t fill the belly of a predator.