Wet For Her Warriors (Book 5 of the WILD -- Warriors Intense in Love & Domination -- Boys of Special Forces)

by Angel Payne

  Her face softened, her eyelids dipping with arousal. “Oh, yes, Sir.”

  “Ah. Very nice. Maybe you have been practicing this fantasy, Hokulani.”

  “Perhaps.” She let her gaze shift to both of them in anticipation. “A little.”

  Tait slipped his hand from her scalp to her shoulders then down the length of her body, kneading her curves with rough possession. With a nod, he motioned for Kellan to do the same. “Then you probably know what comes next, babe.”

  She swayed between them. Little sighs tumbled from her at every commanding sweep of their hands. “M-maybe,” she whispered. “Especially if it means more of this…”

  “Oh, yeah,” Tait assured. “So much more. But before we can feed our goddess’s soul, we want to see her body…all of it. Let us see your naked beauty, Lani…all of it.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Unbelievable. She called this the fulfillment of her erotic dreams, but Tait couldn’t remember ever having, let alone realizing, a fantasy this incredible. There was an upside there. Knowing his libido would never give his dreams permission for something like this confirmed the reality of it. Thank fuck.

  That was only the beginning of his gratitude. It continued on to the woman who’d entrusted him and Kellan with her naughty secrets. As for Kellan himself? There were few times when Tait was totally wordless, but this was definitely one of one of them. He hoped that his glance at the man, full of as much thanks as he could cram into a second and half, communicated how thoroughly his mind was blown. That by inviting him into the cocoon of their island passion for tonight, Kell actually made him look harder at the island into which his life had become. It wasn’t a sight he enjoyed anymore.

  Time to slip another board into his bridge back to humanity.

  Kellan gave him a smirk in return, letting him know the message was received, before helping Lani unfasten her bra. The lace fell away and her breasts came free, fully bare for Tait’s gaze at last.

  Dear Christ, she was stunning.

  “Dreamgirl.” He ran reverent fingers over her nipples. “You make my knees weak.”

  “Mmmm.” She licked her lips as he intensified his caresses, circling his thumbs around areolas that tightened into mahogany ovals, centered by nipples now resembling sweet little cinnamon sticks. “That makes two of us, then.”

  Kellan reached around from the back to unhitch the latch on her pants. “She’s still way overdressed, Bommer.”

  “Roger that. Big-time.”

  Lani huffed. “I’m overdressed? Sir?” She added the addendum only after he pinned her with a pointed glare. “I—I mean that maybe you two would be more comfortable in less, as well?”

  Kellan groaned before fitting himself tighter behind her. “Smart women are so fucking sexy.”

  “Agreed once more.” Tait tilted Lani’s face up with a finger beneath her chin then kissing her lightly. “We’ll start shucking in a minute, impatient one. Right now, first things first.” He made sure she understood his reference by finishing what Kell started, tugging at the waistband of her pants, dragging down her underwear along with it. Within three seconds, he had the clothes puddled at her feet, finally exposing all of her glorious nudity. “God damn,” Tait growled, palming the luscious curve of her waist. “Just as beautiful at this distance as you were from the bushes, babe.”

  She sighed and let her head fall back again. “Does this mean ‘first things’ have been handled?”

  He took a knee in front of her in a smooth sweep, flashing a wicked glance at Kell during the dip. “Dreamgirl, they’ve only begun.”

  Before the woman could conceive a comeback let alone issue it, he parted her dark curls with a couple of fingers, and flicked out his tongue to taste the slick treat beyond.

  “Ohhhh!” Lani’s moan layered atop another timpani roll from the sky. Both sounds vibrated through Tait, stirring the beast inside who thrived on taming this incredible creature beneath his tongue. With primal hunger, he licked at her folds again. With untamed passion, Lani shrieked and bucked. “Aiwaiwa. Tait—Sir—ahhhh!”

  “You’re turning me way the fuck on with those screams, babe. Every time you let one out, your whole pussy trembles.”

  Kellan inserted a long growl into things. “And look at what it’s doing to her tits. Mmmm…these nipples are perfect for biting.”

  “And clamping.” He didn’t miss the extra moisture that dotted her labia as soon as he said it.

  “Gods!” Lani’s keen was an aching, nearly pleading, sound. She added another scream when Tait pulled back to spread her intimate wings. Her folds shimmered and trembled for him.

  “Damn,” he exclaimed. “Her clit’s so hard already. So moist. You have to see this, Slash.”

  Kellan slid around and crouched next to him. “Yeah…this has definitely become a favorite view.” He pressed a finger along the crest of dark pink flesh that Tait had separated from the rest of her glimmering pussy.

  “Is she always this responsive?”

  Kellan chuffed. “Why do you think you haven’t seen a lot of me?”

  Tait joined him on the chuckle as he rose back to his feet, but let his humor go for the chance to capture Lani’s mouth in another tongue-twisting kiss. “You wearing my buddy out, dreamgirl?” he challenged. “Well, I don’t tire as easily as this fuzzball.”

  Kell grunted. “I’m at striking distance to your wank noodle, Bommer. You gonna revise that?”

  Tait grinned. Kell wasn’t good for the threat, and they both knew it. Yeah. They did, didn’t they? For the first time in a year, they stepped totally in sync with each other. The comprehension was jolting but amazing. He was at last fearless again. And confident as all fuck.

  “You want a revision? Send an email to my editor.” He congratulated himself on making Lani giggle. The action made her breasts jiggle in decadent ways, instantly dipping him back into one of the best preludes to Dom space he’d had in a very long time. “Personally, I vote for stripping as naked as this goddess.”

  “Now you’re talking my language, man.”

  The new gleam in Lani’s eyes proclaimed her own approval for that plan. If Tait’s blood wasn’t pumping so hard to start the swat party, he would’ve simply stared at her like an idiot for the next ten minutes. Would there ever be a moment when the woman didn’t captivate him like this? “Don’t worry. You get to watch, dreamgirl—from your position on that couch.” He wheeled around to give her ass a commanding smack. “Knees spread on the seat cushions. Ass nice and high. And notch in a good grip on the back of that thing. You’re going to need it.”

  With a shivery little sigh, she hastened around the couch but stopped to whimper when Tait and Kell pulled off their shirts together. Tait was impressed as fuck when Kellan beat him to the punch on slicing a reprimanding scowl at her. Well, well, well. He’d always respected Kell’s clear preference for the vanilla side of sex—granted, it was boiling vanilla, if the screams of the guy’s lovers through hotel walls bore any weight on the subject—but now he had to consider there may be an unrealized Dom inside Sergeant Rush, after all.

  That could all change once everyone was fully naked.

  Yeah, yeah; it wasn’t like Tait had never seen the Slash-master in his bare-assed glory before. But this, as the saying went, was a different ball of cum. Four of them, if every nut sack in the room was being fully accounted for. The situation wasn’t your typical third-wheel’s-a-charm date. It was a gift, plain and simple, extended by a guy who took the term “brother” pretty damn seriously. That tagged Tait to return the integrity. Okay, his erection raged as hard as Kellan’s—but that didn’t mean he planned on putting it anywhere except his own palm tonight.

  “Come on, man.” He offered a warm grin while beckoning Kellan to follow him to the couch. “You can watch me melt this raindrop of ours. I’ll turn her into the perfect puddle for you to fuck into oblivion.”

  As Kellan replied with an approving growl, Lani made a sweet little mewl. Tait expected s
he’d drop the kitten act any minute, though. The opportunity was too ripe for her to slide in at least one sarcastic zinger, if only to mask any lingering awkwardness she had. But the beauty stunned him by keeping her head bowed low and her hips raised high, even rolling them a little as he and Kellan came near.

  He nearly froze in bewilderment. In-fucking-credible. There wasn’t a shred of self-consciousness in how she presented herself, not an ion of discomfort in her atmosphere. He dropped a knee to the couch and leaned over, gently tilting her head so he could see her face. He smiled as she dragged her eyes open. Her irises had deepened to thick, burnished pewter. Her lashes swept her cheeks as she blinked with indolent arousal, entrancing him and igniting him with each languorous glide.

  “Is she okay?” Concern underlined Kellan’s query.

  Tait nodded. “Ohhh, yeah.” He held back from sharing his impression that the woman had slipped into a preliminary version of subspace, without even knowing what the euphoria actually was. “Sweet woman,” he murmured, “you really have entertained this fantasy before, haven’t you?” He swept a kiss across her lips, taking his time, making sure she felt how much he’d heard her, truly saw her. “You need this to take the silver dome off, don’t you? You need someone to show you the way, to make the choice for you.”

  After Lani blinked again, tear tracks streaked her cheeks. “Yes. Take me away…please.”

  Tait kept his mouth close to hers. “We’re on our way, dreamgirl. Your trust has opened the gate on this path. Now let us handle the rest of the journey.”

  He reached and skimmed her spine in a long, praising stroke. A high sigh rolled out of her in direct proportion, until he reached the end, raised his hand, and—

  Smack.

  “Ohhh!”

  He grinned as her sweet cry pierced the air then threw his smirk at Kell, too. “I love that sound almost as much as I love nailing the first swat.”

  His buddy nodded, swallowed, and shifted on his feet. Tait empathized will his buddy’s hot and horny discomfort, having experienced it from the middle of a lantana bush last night. “Goddamn,” Kellan finally uttered. “You turned her that red from one blow?”

  “I did say I nailed it.”

  Kell stepped forward and reached out a hand toward their woman’s backside, still raised at a perfect angle for their admiring gazes. “May I?” he asked. After Tait swept out a hand in gentlemanly invitation, the guy swirled his touch across his woman’s backside in a figure eight pattern, emitting a low whistle of sensual approval. “Hell, starshine,” he finally grated. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He paused, savoring the seductive undulation she gave him in thanks, before straightening again. By this point, the guy grimaced like he could hang a lead counterweight off his dick. “I don’t know who’s going to be suffering more at the end of this, her or me.”

  Tait lifted one side of his mouth and shook his head. “Prepare for your ordeal, dude. The destination for this goddess is not the valley of suffering.”

  Though Kell smiled as well, something extra entered the guy’s gaze. Complete curiosity. Tait almost pumped a fist in triumph. It was damn satisfying to see his friend’s eyes opening about the Dominant/submissive dynamic, and what it could do for a submissive. Yeah, Kell had accompanied him to Bastille plenty of times, but even after all those nights, the guy still didn’t get it. Kell still thought the BDSM lifestyle was a one-sided advantage for the Doms, an objectification of women wrapped in flowery terms and Victorian manners to make it “romantic” for the subbies. But now, Kellan couldn’t deny the reality that drenched every inch of Lani’s face in satisfaction—and every inch of her pussy in glistening dew.

  God, he couldn’t wait to take her deeper into bliss.

  “Hang on tight, sweet girl.” He angled himself to lower a steadying hand to her waist. “Here comes more.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she rasped. “Thank you, S—”

  Smack.

  “Ahhhh!”

  Smack, smack.

  “Ohhhh!”

  Smack, smack, smack.

  “Kanapapiki!”

  “I sure hope that translates to ‘thank you, Sir; may I have more?’”

  She let out an adorable girl growl. “Not exactly.”

  “Hmm.” He paused to massage the burn into her skin, making her writhe like a wet cat. “Too bad.”

  Smack.

  “Ohhhh! Aia!"

  Kellan came back over. He secured one knee on the couch in order to press his upper body atop hers. “Starshine, if you take your mind off the screaming and direct it toward the experiencing, maybe you’ll get the program of what T-Bomb’s trying to do here.”

  Bingo. The guy really did understand now. Tait dipped an appreciative nod at his buddy. “Good point, Slash-gasm. But I don’t mind subbies with a little spirit. Makes it so much more fun when they tumble over for me.”

  “Tumble?” Lani snapped. “Tumble where? What are you—”

  Smack, smack.

  “Owww!”

  Smack.

  “Kahaha! Are you doing it harder now?”

  “Maybe I wouldn’t have to, babe, if I could hear myself working here.”

  Kellan chuckled. “What was that about liking a little spirit?”

  “Shut up.”

  “Damn. Maybe I will. The view alone is worthy of silence.” His friend dropped his gaze, transfixed on the new condition of Lani’s gorgeous bottom. “Fuck me, starshine. If you could see how breathtaking your ass is…”

  Tait motioned him over with a jerk of his head. “Wait until you feel it.”

  “Shit.” The word was a verbal form of Kellan’s appreciative sweep across one half of the woman’s ass. Tait took charge of the other half, reveling in the burn of her skin beneath his palm, greedily watching as the heat prowled her whole body, too. Her shoulders bunched. Her nipples beaded. Her breathing shallowed. “I had no idea…this is incredible,” Kell uttered.

  “Yeah,” Tait replied, “it is.” He smoothed his hand up from her bottom, over the gorgeous landscape of her hips, her waist, her back. Kellan wasted no time in following his lead on her other side. Beneath them, Lani had slipped into silence. That wasn’t surprising.

  “Is she still okay?”

  He grinned at his friend. “Oh, she’s fantastic.”

  “She sure as fuck is. Damn. Think anyone has a radioactive meter handy?”

  “There’s a reason it’s called power exchange, my friend. She entrusted hers to me, and now we’re returning it in a transformed state. Purified by her pain…but strengthened by her surrender.”

  “Wow.”

  “That’s a good way of putting it.”

  “And what happens now?”

  He let a grin spread. “The really good stuff.”

  In short, the best way he knew how to show her that she didn’t have a monopoly on profound gratitude tonight.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lani heard Kellan and Tait talking, but they could have been reciting regulation manuals for all she comprehended—or cared. Had it been minutes since Tait rained that sting storm on her ass, or hours? She couldn’t figure that part out, either, and still didn’t care to. Right now, all that mattered was the heat. Covering her. Consuming her. Lifting off the shell of her control, and pulling her senses into a haze where she was weightless yet anchored, soaring yet safe…free to simply feel.

  And aue, did she feel. Every exquisite moment. Hands on her skin. Fingers in her hair. Knuckles rolling down her spine, over the tingling planes of her ass—

  Then fingers again, spreading her…there.

  Growls filled her ears. Appreciative versions of naughty words. She moaned as the fingers pulled apart her labia, seeking and finding her intimate entrance.

  “Kamahaˋo. Gods, yesss!”

  There was another harsh groan. Not Kellan. She knew many of his sounds of passion by now. “God damn, her little Polynesian words are a turn-on.”

  “Roger that, brother. With the volume
turned up.”

  One of the fingers slipped inside her. “Dear fuck. Her pussy is an inferno.” A hand grazed her ass before drawing back and giving her another swat. The blow was fast but hard, tearing a sharp keen off her lips. “That’s it, dreamgirl. Give me some more juice. Damn, Slash. This is going to be a good fuck for you, man.”

  Just above her, Kellan emitted a tight grunt. “I can’t wait much longer. My balls are on fire.”

  “Mmmm,” she managed while writhing against Tait’s finger. When he curled another digit in, capturing her clit beneath, it escalated into a moan before she could help it. “Ohhhh!”

  Tait laughed. “I think she’ll be willing to help you with that blaze.”

  “Thank fuck.” The audio backdrop for his declaration was the crackle of foil being opened, the wet sluice of latex against skin, and the louder tumult of the rain against the earth outside. Through it all, Tait sparked new flames through her body and mind, fanning her blissful ether, spinning her senses higher, reaching for a pinnacle that seemed so close yet so far…

  Please…please…please…

  “Ready to rock this, Slash-and-burn?”

  Their large bodies shifted. The pressure on her clit was pulled away, along with Tait’s fingers from her vagina. Lani whimpered in protest. “Ahhh!” she cried. “Please—I need—”

  “What?” How Kellan could turn one word into a work of sensual art, she’d never fathom. He continued that satyr’s growl while scooting her knees out with his own, spreading her wide to accommodate his muscled bulk. “Tell me what you need, starshine. Don’t hold it back any longer. What can I give you?”

  “Fill me.” She gasped when he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock. The heat of his desire was palpable even beneath the condom, the edges of her entrance trembling from the kiss of the tip, now filled with his pre-cum. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned. It was everything she’d yearned for, yet it wasn’t. In an instant of clarity, she realized the illicit thrill she did crave. Ohhh, shit. The express elevator to Hell’s basement is waiting on you now, Hokulani. She licked her lips nervously. Then again. Did she dare say anything? They’d told her this was safe ground. Guided her to it themselves. Opened her senses to so many new horizons already. If there was ever any time to ask for this fantasy to come true, this was it. “Fill me,” she repeated before biting her lip and blurting, “B-both of you.”