Dual Embrace: 3 (Shadowpeak Wolves) (20 page)

Cain laid Dusty on her back.

“Legs apart,” Cain muttered. “I always want easy access.”

Cain’s dark head moved to her breast and her hips rose and fell with each tug of his mouth on her nipple. She was insatiable—just the way Brynn liked his bed partners. Cain played with that delightfully plump clit as Brynn thrust two fingers deep within her sheath, smiling at her heartfelt groan.

“Like that, sweetheart?” Cain asked. “Do you like Brynn’s fingers in your pussy while I play with your clit?”

Dusty whimpered.

“Answer me.”

“Yes. God, yes, I like it.”

Cain sat up, turning her so she lay sideways on the bed, still on her back. She turned to look at Brynn. He smiled at her wickedly.

“Open that beautiful mouth.” Kneeling next to her, Brynn watched as her gaze dropped to his cock. She whimpered as Cain thrust inside her.

Brynn tapped her mouth with his finger. “Open.” She parted her lips as he knelt on all fours and lowered his cock. Reaching up, Dusty cupped his balls. He had to strain to keep from coming immediately. He snagged a pillow, placing it under her head, ensuring she was comfortable.

Brynn ground his hips, pushing deep into her hot mouth as Cain pounded into her pussy. He could feel the energy in the room growing.

“You feel so hot, sweetheart. Your pussy is like silk around my dick. Make sure you suck Brynn down real good. I want him coming when I do and I’m close. Real close.”

Cain flicked his dark finger over Dusty’s clit.

All thought flew from Brynn’s head as she tightened her mouth around him, swallowing when he hit the back of her throat. That was the end of him. He came in a shuddering rush.

Brynn’s world went dark then came back in a fast hit of color and sound as he soaked in the energy they’d released. Dusty arched up, her own cry of release mixing with Cain’s shout.

Brynn lay back on the bed, swimming on a high. Dusty turned, snuggling into Cain’s chest. He pulled the quilt up around them.

He was unsure whether he should stay or go. Normally he left as soon as the deed was done. But previously he’d never had any intention of sticking around.

The decision was taken out of his hands as Cain rolled, stretching his arm over Dusty. “Get some rest,” he mumbled. “You’ll need it.”

* * * * *

“So how do you really feel about all this?” Brynn asked, stepping up beside Cain where he stood on the porch, looking out into the dark forest. “I know you can’t be happy about me being here.”

Cain had left the bed soon after Dusty had fallen asleep. Brynn hadn’t wanted to follow. He’d wanted to stay cuddled up to Dusty’s luscious form. He’d longed to wake her, make love to her again. But she needed her sleep. And he wouldn’t risk having sex with her again so soon. He’d taken more energy than he’d intended. He had to be careful. It would be all too easy to slip up. To drown in their power.

Cain laughed humorlessly. “Happy, no. Happy is definitely not an emotion I am feeling at the moment. Confused, angry,” he clenched his hands around the porch rail, “aroused. But not happy. And not jealous. And I don’t know why.”

Cain turned to him, his eyes flashing amber. “Dusty needs us to show a united front. Any dissension and we’ll tear her apart. I won’t accept losing her.”

Even if it meant accepting Brynn.

He didn’t say the words aloud. He didn’t have to. Brynn understood. “So you’re doing this for her. You really love her.”

Brynn had never felt that level of devotion toward anyone but himself. He’d always given his family his loyalty. Out of duty. Not out of love.

“And you don’t?”

“I don’t know. I feel attracted to her. To both of you. I care about her feelings. I would defend her with my life. But love…” He just didn’t know.

“Do not hurt her,” Cain growled. “I will not let you harm what we have. You’re here because I think you’ll make her happier. But the moment I see that’s not true you are gone. Got it? One word from me, and she’ll turn away from you. You are the one that has to prove yourself. See that you don’t fail her.”

He nearly pointed out that if he wanted to stay there was nothing Cain could do to stop him. But he didn’t want to ruin the fragile truce they seemed to be coming to.

“I understand. If either of you shows signs of fatigue due to feeding me then I will return to Hell for a period to replenish.”

Cain’s eyes fired up. “You really could harm Dusty by fucking her?”

Brynn noticed that he didn’t mention himself, although the danger was just as real for him.

“Yes, but I’ll try to only take what I need to sustain me.”

“You won’t be going to anyone else to get what you need.” His words were an order and Brynn’s temper stirred.

“Won’t I?” he said silkily, even knowing he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. As he’d told Dusty before, the thought of touching anyone else repulsed him.

Cain’s eyes flashed, his face tightening. “If you are in, you are in all the way. Come and go to Hell if you need to. But you do not cheat on us.”

“Why would you care?”

Cain raised his eyebrow. “Because it would hurt Dusty. And because, while I may not entirely trust you, I want to get to know you. I want what’s best for Dusty. And I feel something toward you as well.”

Brynn’s temper backed down. He could be a part of them. He could have the closeness they had. A true family. He didn’t deserve it. Was worried he’d destroy it.

Yet he couldn’t turn them away.

“Are you in?” Cain asked.

Brynn nodded. “I’m in.”

“We’re going to need permission for you to stay here. That means I’ll go to bat for you. Tell my Alpha he can trust you not to harm the pack. I’m trusting in my wolf, in his belief that you won’t betray us. Doesn’t mean I fully trust you. You fuck up and I will take you down.”

“I’ll try not to,” he promised.

Surprisingly, he actually meant it.

* * * * *

Dusty stirred, shivering as pulses of pleasure throbbed through her body. A tongue flicked her clit. She mumbled sleepily, parting her thighs. Her legs were pulled up and apart until she was split wide.

A single, hot finger entered her, thrusting deep. Another finger soon joined it, this one slightly colder.

“Oh,” she cried as those fingers moved back and forth in tandem.

Dusty opened her eyes, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep to watch two heads, one dark, one light, sucking on her nipples. Tidal waves of need swept her away as her hips pushed against them.

“More, more.”

Cain chuckled against her breast and withdrew his finger from her pussy.

“Nooo,” she cried, but before she could protest further, he tapped his finger against her clit. She thrashed her head, need stealing her mind. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?” Cain asked.

“More,” she screamed.

Brynn drove three fingers into her, rubbing them over that special spot inside her until she came in a blinding rush.

Her mind was zapped of every thought as she clenched around those three fingers, her body bucking as wave after wave of release careened through her.

Dusty opened her eyes as the bed moved. Cain walked over to the wardrobe, reaching up for something.

Damn, that was a fine ass.

Brynn patted her mound as though trying to soothe her.

When Cain returned, he held some silken scarves in his hands.

“What are you doing?” she asked as Brynn took hold of her wrists, pushing her arms above her head. Cain quickly tied one wrist to the wooden headboard.

“Tying you up,” Cain answered. “You’ll have to try very hard not to break these. If you get free I’ll have to punish you.”

Dusty narrowed her eyes. “Just what are you two planning?”

Cain grinned down at his mate. So she didn’t like being tied up? Well tough. He had plans, and they didn’t involve her input. She looked so gorgeous lying there, her arms spread above her head. Her lips were swollen, her glazed blue-green eyes surrounded by long, dark eyelashes. Deep-red tresses lay spread around her.

Her curves were starting to fill out again. He loved that she wasn’t built like a pole. Cain was a large man. Petite women terrified him.

Cain looked at Brynn, gesturing with his eyes toward her nipples. Brynn smiled, kneeling beside Dusty and licking a swollen nub. Cain stood and watched, marveling at how amazing they looked together.

Dusty wiggled about restlessly.

“Please, Brynn, I need more.”

Brynn ignored her.

“Touch my clit. Make me come.”

She must have realized that her pleas were falling on deaf ears as she turned to Cain, licking her full lips.

“Cain,” Dusty moaned.

“What is it, my love?”

“Touch me.”

He clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Getting rather demanding now, aren’t you?”

“Damn it, Cain.”

“Perhaps I need to gag you. What do you think, Brynn?”

Cain nearly laughed as her jaw dropped. She shook her head frantically.

“Hmm.” Brynn raised his head and stared up at Dusty. “She is rather noisy. I don’t think she can stay quiet.”

“I can.”

“Prove it,” Cain dared her. “You stay quiet while Brynn plays with your nipples and I eat your pussy and I’ll untie you. But you make any noise and I’ll flip you over, spank your butt and get out the nipple clamps. Deal?”

She gaped at him and he thought she might refuse the dare. He should have known better. A stubborn look crossed her face and she nodded. “Deal.”

“No noise, Dusty. That means no whimpers, no cries, no begging.”

“I don’t beg.”

Brynn snorted.

“I don’t—”

“Quiet,” Cain said softly. “Silence.”

Dusty closed her eyes, her face scrunching in concentration.

Oh she really wasn’t going to last.

Cain lay between her legs and parted her moist folds. He blew on her clit, smiling as she jumped. Breathing in deep, he took in her sweet scent, knowing the taste of her was just as delicious.

“You look so beautiful. I love the taste of you, Dusty. It’s addictive.”

He took one long, deep taste. Thrusting two fingers deep, he plunged in and out as he used his tongue, his lips to explore her. She arched up, her thighs trembling, and he knew she was close to breaking.

When the first scream broke the silence of the room, he pulled back.

“No, don’t stop, I was so close,” she yelled.

Brynn sat up, grinning.

“Lasted longer than I thought you would, hellcat,” he teased her.

“Oh shut up,” she growled, disgruntled.

“Untie her,” Cain ordered. “You can hold her hands.”

Brynn undid the scarves, rolling her onto her stomach. He held her hands above her head. Cain lifted her hips, placing two pillows beneath her so her bottom was high. A perfect target.

“Time for your spanking,” he said.

“Ahh, Cain,” she said hesitantly before his hand smacked down on her ass, leaving his handprint on her pale butt.

“Oohhh,” she cried out as he kept up a steady barrage of spanks, stopping every so often to rub her deliciously pink buttocks. He dipped his hand down to her wet pussy, evidence of how much she was enjoying herself.

“You like this too much, I think,” he observed.

Brynn stared over at him, his breath coming quickly. Cain held up his fingers, moist with the evidence of her pleasure. He leaned forward, holding them out to Brynn, who sucked them deep into his mouth. Cain’s dick twitched in response. He stared at Brynn in surprise. Then he drew his fingers out and, giving in to the impulse, leaned over and kissed him.

Kissing Brynn was like coming home. Different from Dusty. His lips weren’t as soft. He was harder, pushier and Cain had to fight with him for dominance over the kiss. But eventually he softened beneath Cain’s touch. Cain cupped his cheek, rubbing his thumb over the other man’s cool skin.

He broke the kiss, pulling back to look into Brynn’s shadowed eyes. He didn’t know how long he would have sat there, staring at him, if Dusty hadn’t interrupted them.

“Wow, that was hot, do it again.”

Cain glanced down to see she’d rolled onto her side. Brynn had let her go. Her gaze was frankly interested as she licked her lips and stared at them both.

“Did I say you could move?” Cain asked sternly.

She shook her head.

“That deserves some punishment.” He tapped his finger against her nose. “You only get to come tonight if I say so.”

“How’s that different from every other night?” she grumbled.

“Oh you’re in trouble,” he warned. “Now where did I put those nipple clamps?”

Dusty looked over at Brynn as Cain stood. Brynn placed his fingers against his lips, looking shocked.