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

by Angel Payne

  “Damn.” Kellan’s snarl was as rough as Tait’s, coaxing the savage need deeper through her blood. “You two look fucking hot.”

  “It’s because of her.” Tait it against her lips.

  “Well, it’s not because of you, brother.”

  Lani giggled. Though Tait responded with a smile, his gaze remained solemn. “It really is because of you.” He followed the murmur by bracketing her cheeks with his hands, forming a tunnel between his face and hers. “Your courage, back there in the garden…aiwaiwa, dreamgirl. Mahalo, Hokulani.”

  Fingers of emotion clutched the bottom of her throat as he raised his lips to hers once more. The offering of her native words, followed by his tender worship of a kiss, was like telling the creature in her blood to roll over and accept a long, luxurious caress. She returned his kiss with speechless wonder, finally seeing the depth of what she’d done for him in opening up about an experience she’d pushed off as a weird mind trick so many months ago. His adoration moved her. Humbled her.

  “Stop,” she finally chastised in a whisper. “Tait, I don’t need or deserve what you’re—”

  He vetoed her protest with another mouth-meshing kiss. This embrace was deeper than before. Hotter. Glutted with more intense sweeps of his tongue, with a new grip of his hand on her head. When they dragged apart, Tait used that hold to tug her head back, making her gasp from the illicit sting through her scalp. He groaned while redirecting his mouth to her throat, scraping her skin with his teeth before openly licking the burn away.

  “I’ll be making the calls on what you deserve,” he charged, “and for that matter, on what you need.” He gently bit into the valley where her jaw met her neck. “And on the gratitude we’re both going to show you, once we get back to the house.”

  Kellan’s groan was an open sanction on that. “Damn straight,” he added.

  Lani shook her head, an action of new desperation. She pried her eyes open, hoping he saw the root of her protest. The she-beast in her bloodstream was hot, hungry, and impatient. It twisted urgent heat into the tips of her breasts, slunk fevered fire through her belly and thighs, and danced a demanding beat through every inch of her pussy, still riding the massive ridge between Tait’s thighs.

  He said he’d know what she needed. Well, she needed them both. Here. Now. Before she recalled her promise to last night’s midnight rain. Before reality reminded her of why she’d made the oath to fate, that giving in to her lust for their bodies and her need for their touches would only worsen the pain of saying good-bye to them next week. In exponential chunks.

  Regrets for another time.

  “Please,” she rasped, making her way toward the middle of his mouth. Tait’s gaze had been full of questions, but when she snuck her tongue between his lips, touching the tip of her tongue to his, his vacillation ended on another impassioned hiss.

  When they emitted tandem moans, Kellan slowed the car. “What’s wrong?” he demanded.

  Tait tilted his head to meet his buddy’s eyes in the rear view mirror. “Do you have condoms on you?”

  Kell chuffed. “Does a boy scout know how to start a campfire?”

  “Thank fuck.”

  “Why?”

  “Pull over.”

  “What?”

  “She’s not going to last. And frankly, neither am I.”

  There was a long, torturous pause. “Lani?” Kellan finally called out.

  Tait groaned. She joined him though laughed a little at the end. “Stop the damn car, Sergeant Rush. I need my yin—and my yang.”

  His husky laugh filled the air. “Willingly obeyed, goddess—but enjoy your time on the throne now. Once I get back there, you’re at my mercy.”

  “That’s my best friend talking,” Tait approved. Lani laughed, until he tucked his head and recaptured her lips in a fierce, plunging of a kiss. She surrendered with a long sigh, guessing her mouth would be wonderfully bruised tomorrow—and hoping many other body parts would be in the same basket.

  The second Kellan slowed the jeep and turned it off the road, Tait unclicked the seatbelt, too. He flung the restraint aside with a snarl then reset his voracious gaze on her. With his locked teeth showing between his parted lips, he jammed her skirt to her waist, clawed both hands to her hips then thrust her body atop his with the raw strength in his long fingers. It was primal and brutal and wonderful, matched by the jeep’s rocking force as Kellan guided them beneath a copse of thick trees. Lani grabbed the back of the seat with one hand and his neck with the other, a move that jammed her cleavage directly in his face. He reacted with a long, pleasured growl.

  “Damn,” he uttered. “Opportunity knocks, dreamgirl.”

  He punctuated that by suckling the side of her right breast, sending a thousand shards of heat across her sensitive skin. That was only his opener. He used his nose to tunnel beneath her dress, inching his mouth over her bra until he teethed her nipple through the lace. Lani let him feel the all-over shiver he incited from the nasty little stab, throwing back her head in carnal bliss. Her eyes slid shut as both her areolas puckered, shoving her erect nipples against her clothes, bringing on a harder tremble. “H-how do you kn-know exactly how to d-do that?”

  “Ssshhh.” He issued it while sliding his mouth to her other breast, dropping enticing nips on her skin along the way, until he sucked in her waiting flesh with a groan of sensual hunger.

  “Kamahaˋo!” Gods, the man had a talented tongue. He circled her nipple over and over, abrading her skin with the lace he’d soaked, turning the treatment into an exquisite lesson in how to make a woman wet even before her panties came off. Both her breasts pulsed and throbbed. So did every inch of her sex. Trickles of arousal continued permeating her deepest tunnel, preparing her for the full pleasure promised by Tait’s mouth and hands. Her need became a deafening refrain when Kellan cut the engine and set the brake.

  In her periphery, she caught the lithe flash of his body as he rolled out of the driver’s door then opened the one behind it, his moves smooth as a hero from an action movie. Then he was there, filling the opening, dark and glorious and huge—and practically burning away her dress with the power of his thunder-gray eyes. Without veering his gaze by an inch, he fired, “Why is she still dressed?”

  Though Tait afforded his friend a little glance, his head barely budged from the valley between her breasts. “Did you want me to have all the fun, dude?”

  “Looks like you already were.”

  “No way.” Tait rolled his hands under, fully encompassing both swells of her ass in order to spread her thighs a little wider. “We’re just starting things. Aren’t we, dreamgirl?”

  She had no idea how she managed her answering nod, especially when Kellan interrupted it to lift her face for his own conquering kiss. As he explored her mouth with his commanding tongue, Tait peeled back her dress then unhooked the front clasp of her bra, spilling her naked breasts toward his greedy mouth. Finally. She whined in gratitude as his lips explored her aching nipples once more, making her fists curl and her blood ignite. But Kellan’s mouth evoked the opposite effect, melting her muscles, reminding her it was okay to be soft and surrendering. They really were her yin and yang. The two halves of her desire. The accelerants of all her body’s fires…and the only saviors from those flames. They touched her like they’d been rehearsing for it, each knowing what need the other’s actions would instigate in her then shifting to fill that need with a perfect kiss or touch.

  As if they’d both been prepared for her.

  She let out a stunned gasp. When her eyes flashed open, too, Tait was there, consuming her vision with his burnished beauty. He lifted a hand to her face, delving his gaze into hers. A smile spread across his lips. She was certain he’d not only read her thoughts, but understood them.

  “Baby.” His voice was thick with meaning. “It’s okay. Turn off the thoughts and simply open the feelings.”

  She ducked her face away. “But it’s—too much. So much.”

  Kellan was
there, too. His lips pressed the top of her head. “What is it, starshine? What’s wrong?”

  Tait drew in a long breath. “It’s all coming together for her. Angel’s voices are one thing. The reality of destiny fulfilling them is another.”

  She swallowed. How could he be so damn calm about saying something like that? “I—I don’t know how to—” Feel about this. Or how to process it. Or what to do about it. Angel’s voices? Destiny? What happened to this being just a fun fling with a couple of hot soldiers, both of whom she’d sworn off for good not more than twelve hours ago? Now she clung to them like life rings in the storm they’d brought. And hated them for it. And needed them for it.

  “I know it’s big and overwhelming.” Kellan skimmed his mouth along her neck. “Do you trust us to make it better? To burn it away for you?”

  She let her head fall to the side, weighted by her thoughts but freed by his light kisses. “I want nothing more,” she confessed in a rasp.

  Kellan raised his lips to her forehead. “Us, too, sweetheart. Us, too.”

  She dragged her eyes open a little, gazing up at him and then at Tait. “Don’t take turns,” she pleaded. “I want—I need—” A surge of embarrassment stopped her. Not that she had any other life experiences to draw on for comparison, but common sense dictated that calling the shots on a threesome with two men the size of trucks was not in the approved manual.

  “What?” Kellan filled in her hesitant pause, which came as a surprise. “Look at me and tell me what you need, Lani.” He hooked a finger to her jaw and used it as a rudder to guide her face, now widened by astonishment, back toward him. “Look at me and tell me. And why don’t you call me ‘Sir’ when you do so, as well?”

  Well, that solidified a suspicion. He’d taken up mind reading, too—and Lani couldn’t wait to satisfy his mandate. Following Tait’s orders last night, being the sole subject of his attention and the object of his domination, had made her feel desired, valuable, and special—feelings that had been missing from her world for a very long time. While Kellan had brought her to a shattering climax after the spanking, she’d wondered what things would’ve been like had he accessed “Sir Kellan” and joined him to Tait’s command. What would it be like to have both these beautiful hulks to direct her, use her, dominate her?

  The consideration made her quiver from head to toe, but she managed to fumble past the discomfort. “I need to have you both…Sir,” she stammered. “I want both of you, filling me at once.” She flicked a shy glance up at them. “When you both take me at once, I’m overwhelmed. Transported. It’s—” One more attempt at a smile. No use. A blush overwhelmed her, instead. “It’s amazing. Please, can we maybe…do what we did last night?”

  Tait was the first to respond. He raised his head to brush her lips with his. “Liked that, did you?”

  “Yes, Sir. Very much.” The formal address flowed naturally. If they were going to have a replay of the scene from Franzen’s living room, then why not? The man’s smile, made even more roguish by his off-kilter canine, gave her more hope of that possibility.

  All too soon, his expression sobered again. “First things first, dreamgirl,” he dictated. “Off with the dress.” With the hand he still had at her hip, he twisted the waistband of her panties and gave a brutal tug. “That takes care of that.” Satisfaction toughened his tone. “Slash-man, pop the seat back on your side. I’ve got this one.”

  Sure enough, as soon as she’d peeled off her dress, she found herself naked and prone atop Tait, who flashed devilish gold from his eyes and raw sin from his lips. The man’s face tightened as Kell tugged her bra all the way off, officially making her their nude, vulnerable play toy. The comprehension was a little scary but a lot more arousing. The guys only heightened the impression with their mutual growls, both filled with sensual expectation.

  Kellan continued the sound while sliding fully behind her. He swept his huge, forceful hands along her thighs, around her hips, over her spread buttocks. As he skimmed a finger across the sensitive cleft of her rear hole, she gasped in new awareness, only to have her breath stolen by Tait, who pulled her down for another wanton kiss. As their tongues tangled, she began to writhe. She needed more of his hard sex against her aching pussy. She also needed more of Kellan’s powerful hands on her flesh.

  She just needed…more. Of everything.

  “Goddamn,” Tait grated when their mouths finally parted. “If we could bottle your passion, dreamgirl, we’d put nuclear pirates out of business.”

  “Hell yeah,” Kellan added. “She’s perfect, isn’t she? Fuck. I have a new favorite view.”

  Tait laughed a little. “And we’ve only just begun. My dick’s still trapped. And not happy with me about it.”

  “You think I care about your schlong?” Kellan countered. “It’s this girl’s ass I can’t stop staring at.” He dug his fingers in deep to the flesh of her moons, inciting a pained but delighted hiss from Lani’s lips.

  “Oh!” she cried out. “Again! Please, Sir? Ahhhh!” Her voice became a scream when he added harsh scrapes of his fingernails to the treatment, ending with more attention to the fissure between her buttocks. As he slowly slid a thumb into the opening, she winced. He groaned.

  “That’s so good, starshine. You’re doing great. Push back against my fingers like we’ve been practicing, and you’ll help me get in a little deeper.” She focused on his instructions, rewarded with his longer grunt of approval, followed by a drizzle of soothing liquid into the tight opening. “You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart. Guess it was a good move to add a bottle of lube to the emergency kit, as well.”

  “Damn.” Tait emitted it on half a laugh. “Did you think you’d sneak some quick anal training while waiting for burgers in the drive-through?”

  Kellan chuffed. “With this goddess, it helps to be ready for any kind of adventure.”

  “Kiss-ass. Last time I checked, there was no boy scout badge called the domination do-gooder.”

  “Bite me.”

  “No, thank you.”

  Despite her shaky senses, Lani felt a smile breaking free. She loved being surrounded by the warm timbre of their bantering. The affection they had for each other was a tangible weave on the air, forming a unique, secondary safety net for her trust. No matter what happened, the two of them were going to take care of her. They’d already logged years of experience doing it for each other.

  Kellan punched out a rough grunt. “I’m going crazy here, T. You can’t imagine how beautiful this woman’s ass is.”

  Tait hissed, matching it to hers, as he thumbed both her nipples. “If it’s half as good as her sweet strawberry tits, I’ll bet I can.”

  “I don’t know if I can resist taking the plunge, dude.”

  “Roger that, brother. And copying big time.”

  Lani whimpered. She connected the euphemisms instantly because of the physical positions they were in. The second her mind made the link, so did her body. Her pussy tickled with its new infusion of moisture. Her jumped to hyper drive from the utterly carnal scene they suggested. Aue. Could they be serious?

  Tait, observing the connection on her face, pulled her down for a reassuring kiss. “You know what we’re talking about, don’t you, dreamgirl?” When she managed a nod, he prompted, “Then tell me. I want to see the words on your lips, to know that you fully understand.”

  She hesitated. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them or denied wanting the wicked experience…but saying it aloud? It represented a bridge her mind faltered to cross. A signal that she was ready to fully, willingly transfer her body into their control. “I—I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that.”

  “Then are you calling a red light?” He ran gentle fingers over her shoulder. “It’s all right if you do. We won’t adore you any less.”

  “No. This is just new for me. And a little scary. I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry?” A scowl pleated the man’s gorgeous features. “Why? Because you’ve been handling everything i
n your and Leo’s lives for so damn long that you’ve forgotten how to let someone else do it for a little while? Because ‘surrender’ is a word that’s always meant defeat, and ‘soft’ is a word that’s always meant weak?” When she dropped her head, afraid to let him see how solidly he’d nailed her emotional target, he wrapped a hand to the side of her head and pulled her back up. “We’ve expected that, babe. And we celebrate it.”

  She blinked at him. “You do?”

  Kellan joined his friend in a chuckle before spreading his fingers across both sides of her ass again. “We’re to enhance your light, starshine, not extinguish it.” His hold intensified. “Like I’d really love to be doing to the skin tone in this ass right now…”

  “Mmmm.” It left her on a higher note than before. With every word, every touch, and every action, these incredible men pulled her closer to the clouds, physically and emotionally. While many called her stupid for standing up to Gunter, they deemed her brave. When most would label her a lunatic for listening to phantom voices in a garden, they were visibly moved. Now they wanted to give her more, a fantasy she’d only dreamed of. Best of all, it was the best gift she could give them in return.

  “I’m not a rocket scientist, Kell, but I think that means she’d be okay with a little ‘skin conditioning.’” Tait twisted his head to meet her gaze. She returned his grin, knowing what he saw in her eyes: open longing, lust, anticipation. Her heart indulged a girlish flip. How had she gotten so lucky to have two amazing guys wanting to satisfy her like this? And why had she’d been so hesitant to cross the bridge and surrender to them?

  As her senses ran over the last of that bridge, she pushed her hips back into Kellan’s grip and moaned again. “Yes, Sir,” she pleaded. “Yes, that is what it means.”