Claws and Fangs [Men of Passion, Colorado 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “Clyde Spear.”

  Why are you watching them?

  “I love Kelly. I’m jealous of these guys. I need her, but I don’t know how to get her away from them.”

  Would you do anything to have Kelly? She knew his answer but wanted to hear him say the words in his mind.

  He nodded eagerly, spittle dribbling out the side of his mouth. “I would do anything.”

  Then do as I say, and you will have her.

  His eyes brightened with excitement. “Tell me what to do.”

  You have to save her from them. They’ve put a spell on her. She wants to break free, but she can’t do it alone. She needs your help.

  “Mine?”

  She could tell from his surprise and glee that he’d never been any woman’s hero. Yes. Only you can save her. But you must not tell anyone else. If you do, they will claim her as theirs.

  “No. I won’t tell anyone.” The horror of losing Kelly filled his mind. “Tell me how to save her.”

  I will. But first I need to feed.

  Tess smiled and pushed Clyde’s head to the side, exposing his pale neck. She sank her fangs into his neck and sucked in his blood. He jerked, his body more aware of what was happening to him than his mind would ever be. She held his shoulders, drinking as much as she thought he could stand.

  Hang on, little man. I’ll show you how to have your Kelly.

  He relaxed even as she took more of his life’s essence from him. Once he fulfilled his purpose of getting rid of Kelly, she’d drain him dry.

  She closed her eyes, reveling in the taste of fresh blood. The sound of Kelly’s laughter broke her out of her reverie, and she jerked her fangs out of Clyde’s neck, tearing his skin.

  Stay here.

  She pushed him away and hurried back toward her men and the bitch. Pushing aside the bushes, she watched the foursome. Blood dripped down her chin to fall in droplets to the grass.

  Damon and Riker got into Damon’s sports car while Jude jumped into his pickup, and the bitch got back into her beat-up wreck of a vehicle. At least they weren’t letting her stay. If they had, she didn’t know what she might’ve done.

  Tess ducked low as first Damon, then Jude pulled out of the drive and onto the road. Kelly adjusted her rearview mirror, applied lip gloss to her pouty mouth, then backed out of the driveway.

  Tess giggled. “That’s right, bitch. Make yourself look pretty. You’ll want all the mourners at your funeral to think you’ve never looked better than you do in death.”

  Chapter Seven

  “Damon. Hi.”

  Kelly stood in the doorway of her apartment, her surprised expression changing to one of delight.

  Was it his imagination, or did Kelly’s blue eyes brighten when she looked at him? She was dressed in a simple T-shirt and yellow shorts, but she couldn’t have appeared any more regal if she’d worn a fur cape and jeweled crown. The cotton of her shirt curved around her full breasts in a modest yet sensual way. Although not tight, her shorts showed her long legs to perfection, and the pink nail polish on her toes was strangely erotic.

  “Hi. I thought I’d stop by and bring you a gift.”

  Her smile grew as she spotted the large package that was covered in brown paper. “What is it?”

  “Can I come inside?”

  “Oh, sure. I’m sorry. Come on in.”

  She led him into her small apartment, and even if Jude hadn’t described it to him, he would’ve known it was hers. Not only could he tell from the furnishings that Kelly and Lilly owned, but her scent was all over the place.

  “Would you like some wine?” She started to turn, but he took her hand and pulled her farther into the small living room.

  “No, thanks. Aren’t you curious about what this is?”

  “Of course I am.” She waited then went on. “Well, are you going to show me?”

  Suddenly he was nervous. He didn’t doubt that what he’d done had turned out amazing, but would she be angry at how he’d gotten it?

  “Damon?”

  He blinked. “Yeah. What I am waiting for, huh?”

  Taking a deep breath and praying he hadn’t made a mistake, he pulled off the brown paper. He searched her face for the response he’d hoped for.

  Kelly’s mouth parted, and a soft “Oh” escaped her lips. Her gaze slid up and down, taking it all in.

  “Do you like it?” His heart pounded in his chest. What would he do if she said she didn’t? Or worse, if she got angry?

  “It’s me,” she whispered.

  His spine tightened, stiffening his neck. “Remember when I snapped a shot of you at my place? Of course, it wasn’t the most ideal setting, but I still think it came out really nice.”

  She still hadn’t answered. In fact, she’d barely moved.

  “Don’t you like it?” Shit. Please say you do. The frown that made wrinkles in her forehead worried him.

  “No. It’s not that.”

  “Then what is it?” He leaned the photograph against the coffee table then pulled her down to sit next to him. Her eyes never left the picture.

  “I know that’s me, but at the same time, it can’t be.”

  Confusion joined anxiety to make his gut twist into a knot. He studied the photo of Kelly as though seeing it for the first time. Her face was shining as though special lighting had been used. Although the photo was in black and white, her eyes still gave off an ethereal glow. Her hair was swept away from her neck and shoulders by an unseen breeze, and her mouth was parted much the same way as it was parted now. To his eyes, and he was sure to anyone else who would see the photograph, her beauty was timeless, like an angel looking toward the heavens.

  “Believe me. It’s you. I had to do some tricks to change the background, but it’s you. I didn’t have to do a thing with your image. No touch-ups, no filter, no nothing like I sometimes have to do to other photographs. You’re perfect without all that.”

  She finally brought her attention directly to him, and he saw the moisture forming in her eyes. His gut twisted into a harder knot. He’d meant to offer it as a gift. But if it hurt her…He swallowed hard. If he had, then he’d failed in the worst possible way.

  “It’s…wonderful.”

  The relief swamping through him shook him to the core. “Yeah? So you like it?”

  “Yes. Absolutely. I never thought I could look anything like that.”

  He turned her toward him. “Don’t you understand? That photograph is exactly how you look. I think you’re the only one who doesn’t know that.”

  “And it’s mine?” She skimmed her fingers along the frame as though unable to believe it was hers until she’d touched it.

  “If you want it.” He wiped a tear away from her cheek. “But if you like it, why are you crying?”

  “No one has ever given me anything like this.”

  “And it’s okay that I took it? I just jumped at the opportunity to capture you in a photograph.”

  “It’s okay.” She pressed her lips to his.

  The kiss was the barest of kisses, simply brushing his lips then it was gone. The knot in his stomach eased but was replaced by an explosion of need. He took one look at her luscious mouth as she pulled back and couldn’t stand the thought of going another minute without her underneath him. Thankfully, he didn’t have to.

  Her second kiss was harder, needier. When her tongue pushed through his lips and inside his mouth, all rational thought was lost. Groaning, he grabbed her and pushed her back onto the couch. She clutched at his shoulders then tugged on his shirt.

  Shifting just enough to bring out his fangs, he tore her T-shirt off her even as his hands made quick work of her shorts. The thong she wore was black with a pink flower in the front.

  “God, you’re beautiful. If I could take a picture right now—”

  She shoved at his chest. “Don’t even think about it.”

  He laughed then slid his arm behind her to pop the clasps of her bra. Pulling it away, he lowered his head and de
voured her nipple. She arched against him, sighing, and ran her fingers through his hair.

  He lashed his tongue around her nipple, along the ticklish side of her breast, then on to the other nipple to do the same. He glanced up at her and saw that she watched him with lust-clouded eyes. Her attention never left him as he whipped his tongue over her hard bud then nibbled on her tender flesh.

  He wanted to bury his fangs into her soft skin but knew he couldn’t. He wouldn’t break that promise with Jude and Riker. But as for having sex with her? He understood how Jude hadn’t been able to stop.

  She pushed against him again then tugged the bottom of his denim shirt out of his jeans. He dragged off his top as she worked his jeans button free and unzipped them. He hated to move away from her but did so to yank off his boots and free his cock from his jeans.

  “Ooh.”

  The sound of her desire made him even hornier. She lay against the cushions like a mystical sex goddess from a fairy tale.

  “Reach under the sofa.”

  He tilted his head to the side, unsure of why she’d told him to do that. Bending over the sofa, he ran his hand along the floor until he found what she’d wanted him to find. Grinning, he lifted the fur-lined handcuffs and twirled them around his finger.

  “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

  She adopted an innocent expression and sucked on the end of her finger. The sight of her like that made his cock grow impossibly larger.

  “They’re not mine. They’re Lilly’s. But I don’t think she’d mind if we use them.”

  He hadn’t thought about her roommate. “Where is Lilly, anyway? I wouldn’t want her barging in on us.”

  “She’s out of town for the day, so there’s no chance of her walking in and catching us.”

  “Good.” He grabbed her arm and clapped a cuff around first one wrist, then the other. Thrusting her arms above her head, he leaned his body over hers. She stretched, trying to put her breasts against his chest, but he had a different idea. He slid his tongue along the side of her neck, over the swell of her breast, with a short detour to bite at her nipple, then continued down the middle of her stomach.

  She inhaled as he swirled his tongue around and over her mons. “Damon. Don’t tease.”

  “But teasing’s half the fun.” He scooted lower, kissing her tender inner thighs but never going too close to her pussy.

  “Damon, please.”

  He gave her a confused look. “What’s wrong, baby? Is there something you want me to do?”

  She ground out her words, words that were filled with need. “You know what I want.”

  He grinned then skimmed his hand over the smooth skin of her mons. “I think I do. But to be sure, tell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll do it.”

  She pushed her legs together, hard against him. “I want you to eat me.”

  “Is that all? All you want me to do is this?” He lowered his head, keeping his gaze on her face, then flicked his tongue between her pussy folds.

  She bucked under his hand and brought her hands down to fondle a breast. “More.”

  “Uh-uh-uh. Hands up or I stop.”

  She jerked her cuffed hands over her head. “Now eat me.”

  He pulled her folds apart and crushed his mouth to her pussy. Lashing her clit with his tongue, he pressed his hand flat on her stomach to keep her from squirming too much. He sucked hard, and she cried out, calling his name.

  Then, as quickly as he’d started, he stopped. She was still panting as she glared at him. “Don’t stop.”

  “Kelly, one of the things you need to know about me is that I don’t like taking orders. I give the orders. Do you understand?”

  “But you told me to tell you what to do.” She whined and bit her lower lip.

  “That’s right. I told you to tell me. Now I’m going to tell you what to do.”

  He pushed the coffee table away and moved the photograph between the sofa and the end table. Taking her by the waist, he pulled her off the sofa, made her get to her knees and turn around to face the sofa. Pushing on her back, he bent her over the cushions and rubbed her soft ass.

  “Stay right there. I’ll be right back. If you move, you won’t get me to do anything.” He rose and went into the kitchen. Finding what he wanted, he came back into the living room to find her in the same position.

  She glanced back, and her eyes grew big when she saw what was in his hand. “What are you going to do with that?”

  He struck his palm with the spatula. “Don’t you worry. You’re going to enjoy this.”

  Going to his knees beside her, he struck her ass cheek with the spatula. The resounding whack was satisfying to hear.

  “Ow.” She turned her face toward him. “That hurt.”

  “Good. It was supposed to. Tell me you didn’t like it and I’ll stop.” When she didn’t, he flicked the flat end of the cooking utensil against her other cheek.

  She yelped and wiggled her bottom. “Do it again.”

  He did and watched her push her body forward to rub her breasts against the cushions. Another two spanks, one for each butt cheek, had her moaning and rocking back and forth.

  “You’re rubbing your tits against the couch. I like it, but it’s my choice. Turn around.”

  She did, her cuffed hands in front of her. He stood, yanked her arms over her head and held them with one hand. His cock stuck straight out, an arrow pointing at her face. “Okay, baby. Suck on my cock now.”

  She leaned forward and took his cock inside her mouth. He hissed as her lips closed over his cock.

  He flicked the spatula lightly against her shoulder. “Suck harder, faster. Yeah, that’s it, baby.”

  He thrust his hips forward and back, keeping his gaze glued to her head. Her hair moved back and forth over her shoulders, and he pushed it away to get a better view of her face as she pumped his cock. She whipped her tongue around his length then over the tip of his cock. His balls tightened, and heat burned in his abdomen. As a shifter, he had more staying power than a human man, but she was already bringing him to the brink.

  She tried to lower her arms, but he jerked them back up. If he could find something else to hold the cuffs…His gaze slid down the hallway. “Where’s your bathroom?”

  She stopped sucking on him to send him a questioning look. “That way. My room’s at the end of the hall.”

  He tugged her to her feet and slanted his head to bite at her mouth. She leaned against him and shoved her tits against his chest. Moaning, he turned her around and slapped her on the butt. “Show me.”

  She led him down the hallway, into her bedroom, and into the small en suite bathroom. A combination shower and tub, along with a basic sink, counter, and toilet, were the only items in the room. Helping her, he told her to get into the tub. Then, with a wicked grin, he brought her hands over her head and jerked the shower curtain rod out of position. He slid the link holding the two cuffs together over the rod and put it back into place.

  She had to straddle the tub to keep from leaning, but that was even better than he’d thought to do. Running his hands along her body, he traveled kisses and bites over her breasts and stomach then stopped above her mons. He slid his tongue along her hip and down the skin of one butt cheek.

  “What are you going to do?” She licked her mouth in a not-so-subtle invitation for him to eat her.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  “Again?”

  He laughed as he rushed to the kitchen and found what he’d seen when he’d opened the refrigerator. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before.”

  “Damon, hurry. I need you.”

  He returned with the can of whipped cream in hand.

  She smiled. “I knew I picked that up for a reason.”

  “I’m glad you did.” Settling a towel on the edge of the tub, he opened the cap of the whipped cream and shot the yummy white foam onto her tits. He drew a trail down to her stomach, toppin
g her belly button with a whipped cream mountain, then covered her mons with it.

  “Spread your legs more.”

  She did and cried out as he put whipped cream around her pussy lips. Putting the can down, he stood and started devouring her breasts. He kissed her neck and fondled her breasts then brought a fingertip covered with whipped cream to her mouth. She sucked it off, closing her mouth around his finger as she’d done to his cock.

  “Damn, woman, you are so fucking hot.” He couldn’t handle it any longer. Lapping up the whipped cream in and on top of her belly button, he dragged his tongue down and fed on the white stuff on top of her mons. He pulled her folds apart and found more confection to taste.

  Kelly cried out as he ran his tongue over her clit. She bucked and almost fell, but he held her up with his hands on her luscious ass cheeks.

  She tasted sweeter than any whipped cream ever could as he circled his tongue around her clit. Shoving two fingers into her pussy, he feasted on her clit. With every thrust of his hand, with every flick of his tongue, she cried out, moaning her encouragement for him to keep going.

  “Damon, fuck me. Please.”

  He should’ve chastised her for telling him what to do, but he couldn’t find the words. He wanted her so much he no longer had the ability to speak. Gritting his teeth, he stood and quickly tore the shower rod out of place, freeing her hands. He stepped into the shower and made her face away from the nozzle then turned the water on.

  She pushed her ass against his cock, and for a moment, he wanted nothing more than to thrust his cock deep inside her butt hole. But the taste of her pussy had given him no other choice.

  Water flowed over them as he pulled her to him and gave her quick nips on her shoulder. He cupped one breast and drove his hand between her pussy lips. She moaned and circled her bottom, enticing him to take her that way first.

  Instead, he turned her around, pulled her still-joined hands over his head, and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him as he moved them to the back of the shower. Growling, he shoved his cock inside her pussy.

  She cried out as he bent his head to take her nipple with his teeth. Shoving back and forth as hard as he could, he fucked her. Her juices ran between them, washing away with the water.