Night's Promise (21 page)

Duncan smiled, waiting for the question he knew was coming without peaking inside her mind.

“How many times have you watched me on those monitors?”

“Since we’ve been together? Every night you’ve been here.” He nipped her neck and she squirmed deliciously on his lap.

“How—”

“Shhhh. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

She leaned back against him, her body relaxing, questions stopping. Pulling her shirt loose from the jeans she always wore, he removed her shirt. His hand moved against her bare skin until he was cupping her breast.

Melissa gave a low moan as he tweaked her nipple through the lace of her bra. Easing his hands up her chest to her shoulder, he gently slid the straps off her shoulders before unclasping her bra. As she watched, the lacy garment fell to the floor beside her. Lifting her off his lap, his hands went to her jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down her hips.

“Who—wait. That’s Heath.”

She leaned forward, presenting Duncan with a view of her ass, clad only in bikini style underwear that made his mouth water.

“I haven’t seen him around in…” She paused. “I don’t even remember. I’m a bad friend. What if he’d been hurt? What if he needed help?”

“Angel, you can’t be everywhere.” His hands slid up her bare thighs, his hunger growing. He wanted all of her, couldn’t get enough. As surely as some people were addicted to drugs or alcohol, he had eagerly fallen into his own addiction. Melissa.

“Is there a way to cut the monitors off? We shouldn’t spy on them.”

“No. You’d be surprised how many times we’ve had to stop something back there. Make out sessions gone bad where the lady would have been raped if someone hadn’t been watching.” Looking around her perfect ass, Duncan glanced at the screen. The couple was sitting on the ratty green couch. He smiled. No matter how shitty it looked, it was the most comfortable couch he’d ever sat on.

Glancing up at her face, he saw disbelief as she watched the screen. His gaze returned to the screen, it was becoming apparent what the couple was back there to do. Duncan’s hands stroked up and down Melissa’s thighs as she stood, mesmerized by what she was watching.

With gentle movements he parted her legs, his fingers moving effortlessly over the satin covering her sex. Feeling the moisture soaking into the material he leaned closer, nibbling on her ass. A gasp escaped her.

We shouldn’t watch them,” she said, unable to look away.

Instead of answering, Duncan continued to tease her with his mouth. Her eyes drifted shut as she concentrated on what he was doing. Inside her mind she tried to find the door he’d guided her through. Opening it timidly, she was surprised at the warmth that seemed to fill her body. All over, her skin tingled as though Duncan had suddenly developed six more hands.

“Are you sure?” he asked behind her, before his tongue smoothed over the bottom of her ass.

“Yes,”
she sent back. Within seconds she felt him inside her mind, felt him standing behind her, his hard cock pressing against her ass even as she felt his tongue tracing patterns on her flesh.

“Watch the screen,”
the Duncan in her mind whispered in her ear. In her mind, both of his hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. In the surveillance room, she felt him pull her panties down.

The sensations were so real—both of them—she was quickly losing track of which was real and which were in her mind. It was as though she had two men catering to her every need, worshiping every inch of her body.

His fingers slid inside her dripping pussy as his tongue stroked her ear.

“Too much,”
she moaned inside her head, still watching the screen where Heath and some blonde were now having sex on the old couch. She was on top of his lap, riding him with her head thrown back.

She ached to feel Duncan thrusting inside of her. That image only added to the images filling her mind, heightening her desire.

Duncan stood up behind her, parting her legs more then pushed deep inside of her.

“Gods you’re so wet,”
he moaned as the other Duncan circled to stand in front of her. Melissa’s eyes closed as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down into a hungry kiss. Fingers began to play with her clit as hands held her close, wrapping in her hair.

“Gods,”
she cried out. She wasn’t even sure if she was screaming aloud or inside her mind, and it wasn’t important. Teeth grazed the back of her neck, as the form she was kissing pulled away. Kissing his way down her body, he knelt between her legs. After a second of looking up at her like that, he leaned into her body, his tongue stroking her folds as the cock slid in and out of her pussy.

“Love…”
one of the forms groaned, creating an echo.

“Yes, Duncan, do it.”

As teeth slid into her flesh, her entire body exploded. The force of her orgasm ripped through her body, her mind, her heart and her soul. In her mind she saw an explosion of color that would rival any fireworks display she’d ever seen. Every part of her trembled from the aftershocks as Duncan growled. She felt his tongue gliding over her flesh, closing the wound seconds before he stopped moving. The kneeling Duncan caught her as she fell to the floor, her limbs unable to support her any longer. Behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her backward until she was sitting on his lap. Cracking her eyes open, she could see the monitors in front of her.

Her head fell back against him. Both Duncans kissed opposite sides of her neck as they held her close.

Her heartbeat was hard inside of her chest. “What did you do to me?” She heard an echo of her words in her head.

His chest vibrated beneath her.

“How could you do that? How is it possible?”

“It’s not easy. Did you enjoy it?”

“Gods, yes,” she moaned.

“I’m glad.” He kissed her neck again. “Get some rest, Angel.”

“What about you?” she asked sleepily.

“As long as you’re in my arms I’ll be just fine.”

As much as she hated admitting it, Melissa wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep her eyes open. Her body felt so relaxed, she felt so…satisfied. A smile curved her lips.

Her head was turned to the side and a gentle kiss placed on her lips. “I’m glad Angel. And we are going to have to work on your shields.” He chuckled before she felt him pulling away, leaving her mind.

Inside her mind she felt a chill as his warmth began to fade. “Don’t. Not yet. Please, hold me. Both of you hold me?”

He nodded and she felt two sets of arms cradling her close to the man—men?—she loved as she drifted to sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

Melissa stretched in the soft bed. She felt as though she were lying on a cloud. She felt so warm and safe. Propping herself up she glanced around Duncan’s bedroom.

As though her thoughts conjured him, he appeared through the door. “Hungry?”

“Starving.” She smiled as she sat up, allowing the blankets to puddle in her lap. Watching him, she enjoyed seeing the hungry look that came into his eyes whenever he saw her body. In his bedroom, it had been easy to release her fears. She couldn’t remember wearing clothes at all in the few nights and days she’d been there.

Looking at him, she sighed contentedly. “I want to introduce you to my brother,” she blurted out.

“We’ve met,” he chuckled. “I know all of the regulars.”

“Yeah, but he hasn’t been introduced to you as my boyfriend.”

“When would you like to do that?”

“Tonight? If you’re going to change me, I—I want his blessing, Duncan. Gods that makes me sound like some little girl doesn’t it?”

“Not at all. I’d be more surprised if you didn’t want it. But I think we should take you shopping first. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t like to see you appear wearing rags.”

“My clothes…” She blushed as she remembered the rush they had been in to remove her clothing when they arrived at his room. How she’d growled that she didn’t care how rough he was so long as he was buried inside of her as quickly as possible.

“Got a little torn when we got to my room,” he finished for her.

Melissa chuckled. They had both been in a hurry to get her out of them when they reached the bed.

“Okay, then how about this. I’ll jump into the shower and call Gareth after I get out. I’ll steal a shirt from you then we can go buy me a new outfit to wear after breakfast. I’ll change before we speak with my brother.”

“Sounds like a plan. Don’t take too long in the shower, or we might have to postpone your plans.” He got a twinkle in his eyes. “I might not be able to help myself if I have to come in and get you.”

Standing, she headed for the small bathroom connected to his room. When she looked back, she smiled mischievously and blew him a kiss before making her way to the shower. Beneath the hot water she was amazed at how wonderful her life was. It was almost as though nothing could go wrong.

Wrapped in a towel she reentered the bedroom quietly, watching Duncan pull jeans over his hips as he spoke on the phone.

“Tomorrow night, gotcha. Thank you for getting back to me on this.” He paused. “Okay, I’ll see you then.” He hung up the phone.

“What was that about?” Melissa asked as she pulled on first her underwear then her tattered jeans.

“Oh, I called a piercer friend of mine a few weeks ago. He just returned the call.”

“A few weeks ago? Why so long to get back to you?”

“Well, first he was on vacation, and you can’t blame a man for wanting to take his beautiful girlfriend to a beach so he can ogle her in a bikini.” As he spoke he walked closer to her, nipping her neck lightly when he pulled her into his arms.

“I have to get dressed,” she protested weakly.

“But I like you better naked.”

“I don’t think my brother would appreciate that,” she teased.

“Good point.” He stepped back to watch her pull her bra on, continuing with their conversation. “Then when he got back from vacation, he had to go to a convention. He’s just getting back to town, so…” He shrugged.

“So, what are you getting pierced? Can I grab a shirt?”

He nodded to the closet. “Help yourself. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you, and just let it be a surprise.”

“That would be cruel. If you don’t tell me I’ll be wondering about it all night. How can I hold a conversation like that?” Going through his closet she pulled out a basic black shirt and quickly slipped into it. His scent surrounded her. Even though she was dressed, she continued to look through his clothes. When she saw a dark blue shirt with a wolf on the front she pulled it out and tossed it to him.

“Hmmm, would that get me out of talking with your brother?”

“No. It would just leave me too distracted to defend you.” Melissa walked over to him and straddled his lap before kissing him deeply.

“Well, when you put it that way…” His arms wrapped around her, pressing her closer to him. As they kissed again, Duncan leaned back until she was sprawled on top of him. His hand dove beneath the shirt she wore to caress her breast.

“No fair.”

“Fair is overrated.”

“Tell me?” She pressed kisses to his face then bit down on his ear.

“I’m getting a ladder.”

“A ladder?”

“Jacob’s Ladder.”

“What’s that?”

His eyes sparkled with mischief as his hips lifted both of them from the bed. Somehow he managed to pull his pants down. His cock, freed from its confines, reached for her. Taking her hand in his, he rubbed it against the smooth underside of his dick. “Barbells, spaced apart, here.”

“Won’t that hurt? Why would you want to do that? You know you’re a freak, right?” Her hand continued to stroke him lightly.

“I’ve wanted it for a little while. And it’s supposed to increase her pleasure.”

“By her, you mean me right?” she teased.

“Of course. If you don’t like it, I’ll take ‘em out. But I am getting them, Mel.”

“I trust you, Duncan. I don’t think I’d deny you much. You’re
my
freak and I love you.”

“Much? Angel, if you keep doing that, we are not meeting with your brother tonight.”

She gave one last stroke before climbing off of him. “Well, I don’t think I could ever share you with another woman. So, I can’t say I would deny you nothing…”

“Call your brother, Angel. I’m not sure how much longer I can control myself if we stay in here with such an inviting bed.”

Laughing, she dialed her brother’s cell phone.

* * *

Duncan sighed. Melissa had him wrapped around her little finger, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure that he truly minded. He was not looking forward to Gareth’s expression when he discovered just who his little sister was dating, though. Too soon, they arrived at Lalita’s apartment.

Looking down at the woman he’d fallen so helplessly in love with, he smiled as he stared at her. She’d bought a pair of snug, dark-blue jeans that hugged her ass. The tantalizing black top she wore showed off the marks he’d left on her neck and chest.