by Dani René
He’s not at all angry about the decision I made to agree to this evening’s events. With his arms holding me against him, I can feel his heart thrumming, and I lay my head against his chest, listening to the rhythm.
He walks me over to an en suite bathroom with a large shower that looks like it could fit ten of us. Darius turns the taps on, and I realize he’s naked, his thick cock jutting from his waist, and a gasp falls from my lips at the sight. He steps under the spray while Lycan sets me on the counter to undo my shoes. Once I’m fully naked, he helps me step into the warmth, and I sigh in relief as the water massages my muscles. When Lycan steps inside as well before sliding the glass door closed, I’m sandwiched between them.
“Was that it?” I ask as weariness threatens to take hold of me, but I fight it back, and when my husband grins, I realize it was a stupid thing to question.
“Not by a long shot, little red,” he assures me. They both wash me, four hands taunting and teasing me. Darius behind me, his hands on my ass, down my thighs, while Lycan washes my breasts and pussy. Once they’re convinced that I’m clean, both rise and that’s when Lycan lifts me against him. My legs wrap around his waist, and his cock nudges my entrance.
Slowly, ever so torturously slow, he sinks me down on his shaft. The thickness of him opening me, causing me to gasp as more pleasure heats my blood and my already aching pussy pulses around him. And that’s when I feel it, Darius’s fingers at my rear along with coolness which I’m sure is lube.
He taunts the tight hole, teasing it open until he has two fingers inside me. My breath comes in short gasps as he scissors me until he’s happy. I hear the snap of a cap, and then a groan from Darius. His fingers disappear before his cock replaces them.
He pushes slowly, gently, his fingers gripping my hips as he thrusts into me. Lycan stills his movements as Darius enters me, and after long, sensual moments, I’m filled like I’ve never been before. My nails dig into Lycan’s shoulders, and my head falls back onto Darius’s chest.
He presses a gentle kiss to my cheek, before gruffly promising, “You’re so fucking tight, I’m going to come in your tight ass, little one.”
I’m between two strong men, and I’m lost in bliss as they start moving, slow, gentle, but I can tell from the tension in Lycan’s shoulders, he’s holding onto restraint. He thrusts into me, deep, hitting that spot he earlier stroked, and as Darius’s cock throbs inside my ass, a moan of pure euphoria slips free.
My eyes flutter closed, and I focus on them both filling me. I’ve never been so lost to pleasure before. They move in sync, as if I was born for them to take like this, to own and worship. Soft lips trail over my breasts, to my nipples, and Lycan captures one in his mouth while Darius suckles on my earlobe. His teeth biting down as Lycan does the same to my hard bud, sending more electric shocks through me.
I claw at Lycan, his hands holding me up, while Darius’s grips my hips so hard, I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises, and I’m convinced this is something I won’t ever forget. Their movements hasten as my body pulses around both thick erections inside me.
“That’s my girl,” Lycan coos when he feels my walls tighten. “I might allow you to come again,” he whispers with a chuckle as he begins to fuck me faster, harder, and deeper. It’s as if he was holding out on me, and now he’s fully seated, while Darius claims my ass like a man possessed.
My lips part in soft mewls of bliss as I’m taken. I’ve never been so fully owned before. Yes, Lycan gives me what I need, he gives me everything I crave, but this is nothing like I ever expected. They fuck me harder, faster, and my body complies, opening and also tightening, giving them as much pleasure as they’re gifting me.
I’m closing in on the precipice of pure euphoria, when Lycan releases his one hand from my butt, and Darius takes his place. For a moment, I try to open my eyes to see what he’s doing, but the moment I do, he pinches my clit and orders, “Come for us.” And my body detonates like a bomb has been set off.
I scream.
My body pulses and tightens.
“Good girl. Milk our cocks,” Darius orders, and I don’t know how, but my body knows what it’s doing because seconds later, their grunts fill my ears as if on surround sound and their warmth fills me. Darius’s cock throbs as his release jets inside me. Lycan’s thick erection pulses inside my heat and I feel his seed coat me.
I scream some more when Lycan’s teeth capture my nipple, and he bites down hard before suckling it into his mouth. And after what feels like days, I go limp. I don’t remember anything after that. But when I open my eyes again, I’m in the bed in the playroom they brought me to. Both men are sitting on wingback chairs, watching me.
“The little one is awake,” Darius remarks before sipping on a drink in his hand.
Lycan rises, making his way toward me as he settles on the mattress behind me, pulling me into his hold. It’s still dark out, so I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep, but it couldn’t have been too long since it’s still night.
“You’re beautiful, perfect,” Lycan coos, pressing butterfly kisses to my cheeks, neck, and my shoulders. I’m still naked, wrapped in soft silk sheets. Heat trickles over my flesh when Lycan’s hand slips between my legs under the sheet and he strokes my mound gently.
“Thank you.” I find my words to respond, and he smiles against my cheek. “How long was I asleep?”
“Only about an hour,” he informs me. That must mean it’s nearly one in the morning. I can’t believe they’re both still awake after what we did.
I glance at Darius, who’s happily watching our display. Lycan’s fingers taunt my cunt, causing arousal to coat both digits as they slip inside me. My hips instinctively move against his hand, needing the friction.
Lycan allows me to ride his fingers while Darius once again watches and strokes himself. This time, the lights are on and I can see him. His tattooed hands, glide along his thickness. It’s a beautiful sight and one day he’ll make some woman very happy.
His hand hastens its movements as the fingers inside me quicken as well. “You’re going to come all over my fingers, and then you’re going to sleep.” Lycan’s words aren’t a request, they’re an order, but I’m too far gone to respond, so all I do is nod. He teases and taunts, then dips his fingers in so deep, stroking my G spot until my vision blurs and Darius shoots ropes of his release all over his hand. The sight is so erotic, I cry out, gripping Lycan’s hand against my pussy, holding him there as I ride out the waves of my release.
And as I feel him move, my lashes flutter, and I realize it’s going to be a satisfied, dreamless sleep.
27
Lycan
Last night has been playing on a loop in my mind since I opened my eyes this morning. Leaving Scarlett in bed was difficult, but I had to come down here and focus. Having her soft body against mine had me hard and wanting more, but she needs to rest. I pick up my mobile and scroll down to the number I need, hitting dial, I press the device to my ear and wait.
“What do you want?” His deep voice rumbles through the speakers, but I don’t miss the hint of fear that trickles through each word, and I smile. The bastard needs to be afraid.
“You and your wife are requested to attend a dinner at my place. We’d like to celebrate the nuptials you missed,” I tell him. Even though our farce of a wedding didn’t happen in front of the guests, I married Scarlett before our public wedding day.
“Your brother swindled me out of millions,” he bites back. Horatio Bardot is nothing more than a waste of space, and I’m tempted to tell him that, but for the moment, I refrain.
“And you sold your daughter to me,” I throw back, knowing it will piss him off. “I don’t think you have a leg to stand on when it comes to morals, Horatio.”
Leaning back in my chair, I grin when I see my office door opening and Scarlett padding into the room. She’s dressed in one of my shirts. Her hair is a mess of red waves, and my cock throbs at the thought of her sucking my dick while her f
ather is on the phone. I crook my finger, calling her over and she obeys like the good submissive she is.
“I don’t think Marinda and I want to be in your home, not when you took our daughter as a wife when she is so fucking young.” His voice is filled with sudden concern, but it’s all bullshit. He doesn’t actually care.
Scarlett wordlessly drops to her knees when I point to the carpet, her brows furrowed in confusion, but she doesn’t question my actions. I unzip my slacks, and she makes quick work of getting my cock out.
“Suck me,” I mouth, before speaking into the phone, “I would like it if you would attend the dinner. My wife and I are looking forward to your visit, and we would so like you to explain your actions.”
Scarlett’s lips wrap around the tip of my dick, sending pleasure zipping through my veins, and my lashes flutter closed in bliss at her warm and wet mouth. She doesn’t yet realize who I’m talking to.
“I’ll have to speak to Marinda, but I’m not admitting to shit while my wife is in the room.” Anger laces his response, but I just smile because it doesn’t matter what he wants it’s what he will do because my wife deserves to learn about what a bastard her father is. Even though she knows what he did to supplicate her grandmother, she needs the whole truth.
“I think you shouldn’t make excuses anymore, Horatio,” I say as plump lips slide down my erection all the way to the base. Her eyes are on mine, wide with shock when she realizes I’m talking to her father.
She attempts to pull her mouth from my cock, but I tangle the fingers of my free hand in her long locks and hold her steady while shaking my head. Spit drips from her chin. Her pretty gray eyes tear up when I thrust up, causing a whimper to tumble from her lips, but it’s muffled by my dick in her mouth.
“Fine. When did you want to do this dinner?” he finally responds, sighing in resignation because he knows between me and him, I’m the fucking alpha male.
“Tonight, be here at eight,” I tell him before I hang up. Throwing my cell phone on the desk, I grip Scarlett’s head and fuck her throat as she hums each time that I slide in deep, sending shock waves through my shaft. “Fuck, little red,” I spit through clenched teeth as stars fucking burst behind my lids. My balls tighten, and my release hits me hard, and my wife obediently swallows every drop.
When I open my eyes, I watch her pop my cock from her plump, used mouth, and she licks the drops of my seed that coat her lips. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she tells me once she’s recovered. “Were you really talking to my father?”
“Yes.” I pull her to stand and push her over, forcing her to bend over my desk, her bare ass right in line with my hungry mouth. She isn’t wearing any underwear which means she came down here knowing I would want to feast on that pretty little pussy. I enjoyed knowing I was using his little girl while he was talking to me. I slap her ass hard, causing a yelp to echo in the silent office. Gripping her ass cheeks, I open them and dip my tongue into her cunt from behind. I lick up and down until she’s a sopping mess and my chin is glistening with her juices.
“Lycan.” The way she moans my name turns me into a rabid fucking animal. I dip two fingers into her entrance, the tightness pulsing around them. As much as I want to fuck her, I’m convinced she would still be tender from last night.
“Shh, I’m having breakfast,” I tell her before I lean in and tease both her holes with my tongue, while slowly fingering her. By the time she explodes on my tongue, I’m hard again. I stand her up. “Get on your knees for me,” I order, my voice gruff with desire.
She does as I say. My fist wraps around my cock, and I stroke it quickly. I won’t last long, not with Scarlett kneeling before me, her tongue stuck out, her mouth wide, waiting for my seed, and with that beautiful view, I shoot ropes of cum over her pretty face and mouth.
With a smile, she licks it all up, cleaning her face with her finger, as she sucks on the digit to get every drop into her pretty mouth. Once she’s done, she rises gracefully and walks to the door.
“See you later, Sir,” she coos with a seductive little smile before disappearing, leaving me hungry for so much more. I can’t get enough of her. There isn’t a moment in the day when I don’t think about taking her, using her body for pleasure, and making her come on my fingers, tongue, and cock.
I’m a man lost to love and desire.
Because no matter how much I hurt her, I want to see her happy forever.
Now, all we have to deal with is tonight’s dinner.
It’s almost time for our guests to arrive. I shrug on my jacket as Scarlett walks out of the bathroom. She’s draped in a champagne-colored floor length dress that makes my breath catch in my throat. There’s never a moment where I don’t think she’s beautiful, but there’s something about this dress that has me wondering if I should cancel the dinner and perhaps fly her to Heaven so I can show her off to every man in the club.
I realize the moment I take her back there, things will be different. There is one more thing we need to do when we get back to New York, a trip I haven’t yet told her about. I need to have a chat with Yasmin. She’s most likely going to try her bullshit with me and try to get into my good books, but I’m married, and that’s not changing, unless Scarlett tells me to leave.
And even then, I may not obey.
“I think you need to put on something less distracting,” I tell her as I pull her closer to me. My hands grip her hips, her body flush with mine. “Because tonight, all I’ll be able to think about is fucking you on the dinner table while your parents watch.”
“Stop being such a filthy animal,” she accuses with a smile on her face, as she slides her delicate hands over my shoulders and loops them around my neck.
“You love it when I’m filthy,” I counter, to which she cannot argue because I’ve seen how her pupils dilate with desire when I gift her my dirty words.
“Only when we’re alone,” she informs me before pressing a kiss to my mouth which I quickly deepen, my tongue dancing along hers, tasting the sweetness of my wife. When I finally pull away, her gaze is shimmering. “Thank you for being here tonight. I don’t think I could do this without you.”
“You’ll never have to do anything without me again,” I promise, and it’s one I intend to keep. There’s nothing that can tear me away from her. “Ready?”
Scarlett nods, and I realize she’s nervous. I can read her like a book, and tonight is most definitely not going to be easy on her. With the number of secrets that have been spilled over the past few weeks, I doubt anything can shock me anymore, but as we make our way down to the dining room to wait on our guests, I wonder if tonight will illuminate more hidden truths.
28
Scarlett
I’ve only had a couple of sips of my drink when the doorbell goes, and I see one of the staff making his way to the door to open it. Even from here, I can hear my father’s voice, deep and commanding, something he and Lycan have in common.
Only, when Lycan gifts me his commands, it’s filled with affection. My mother’s voice bounces through to where I’m standing, her carefree laugh is something I didn’t miss. She never called once to check on me. Even after I got my phone back from my grandmother’s home the night of the gala dinner. Something I thought would come naturally didn’t come at all.
“Darling,” she greets with a wave of her hands when she enters the dining room. Draped in a black dress that sweeps along the floor, she looks ever the public figure, but she’s nothing like the person she portrays in company. “I’ve missed you.”
“Have you?” I challenge, stepping back when she tries to lean in for a kiss. I don’t want it and don’t need it. My anger has a hold of me, and the fake smiles and words are no longer something I will put up with. Her face falls when she takes me in.
“Of course, darling,” she responds. Her mouth gapes in surprise when I don’t make a move to give her air kisses either. “Now that you’re married you want to act like an adult?” Her tone takes on a cold, un
feeling grit that makes me even angrier than I was moments ago.
“I’ve been an adult for a long while. You just didn’t notice because you were too busy making sure everyone else loved you, not at all bothered that your daughter felt like a stranger.” I don’t know where my words come from, but they fall free as I look at the woman I don’t know. I’m nothing like her. She’s nothing more than the person who gave birth to me, she’s not, and never will be a mother.
“Don’t talk to your mother like that, Scarlett,” my dad says, or shall I call him a sperm donor because that’s what he is.
“Oh look, the man who sold me the first chance he got just so he didn’t have to go to jail,” I bite out through gritted teeth. This was a mistake. I want to run and hide, but Lycan’s hand on my lower back steadies and grounds me. His touch is warm, strong, and I take a long, deep breath.
“Good evening,” Lycan greets, not wavering under the clear scrutiny of my father. “I think we need a few drinks in here. Don’t you?” His tone is light, but it’s laced with a threat they clearly notice because my dad’s face turns to ice.
“We do.” This comes from my mother, because of course she’ll need alcohol to get through a dinner with me. I’m used to it. I’ve grown up with her either drunk on expensive wine, or with her head in the clouds from the Valium she loves to swallow.
Lycan moves around me toward the cabinet where the tumblers and bottles of alcohol sit. “What would you like, Marinda?” he questions, keeping his tone calm, while I’m anything but relaxed.
“White wine, please, Mr. Shaw,” she answers, and I see Lycan’s shoulders tighten at the way she says his last name. I’m also certain my mother knows that grandad is guilty of killing Conall Shaw. There’s no way she wouldn’t know.