Protect and Fur [3xtasy Lake 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

She rocked her hips in time to his movements and then lifted her head. Aiden moved in front of her, and she wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Oh, sweet fuck.” Aiden’s head dropped back on his shoulders as Brenna sucked his cock into her mouth.

Craig lined his cock up with Brenna’s swollen entrance. He gritted his teeth as he pressed the head of his cock into molten heaven, her muscles clamping down around him.
Fuck, she’s tight.
He rocked against her, gaining inch by inch. Her body drenched him in sweet cream, and he could feel the sweat run down his back.

He was trying to control his cock from exploding, and the beast inside him was howling for release. It found the crack, and he could feel its claws digging into the weakness. For a moment he almost pulled out of her because he feared once he sank completely into her, he’d lose all control. Sensing that it’d lost the battle, the creature sank back into the depths of his mind, and Craig grabbed Brenna’s hips and sank the last inches into her.

Cream coated his cock as he withdrew, and he scooped some up with his fingers, painting the dark red rosebud of her ass with it. His cock pulsed with the thought of Aiden and him taking her at the same time, sealing this bond between them. He thrust back and her body accommodated his girth as he rocked in and out.

Aiden had his hands wrapped in Brenna’s hair as he guided himself in and out of her mouth. Craig could see the intensity in the way Aiden watched what she was doing. Brenna was making the sweetest sounds as he pushed back into her. He massaged the little star that was clenching in time to his strokes. “You like this, don’t you, Brenna?”

He pressed his thumb against the tight little opening and heard her low passionate growl around Aiden’s cock. Aiden shuddered and then pumped into her mouth a little faster. “Oh, fuck, man. Whatever you’re doing to her, don’t stop.” Aiden’s voice was much lower than normal when he growled out the words.

Craig pressed his thumb into her ass as he withdrew his cock and pulled his thumb out when he pushed back in. Brenna’s growls were almost continual as he moved in and out of her slick sheath.

“Oh, Brenna, I can’t stop. Let go.” Aiden curled over her, resting a hand on her back as his hips jerked a few times, and he groaned low in his throat.

Craig almost laughed out loud when Aiden flopped back against the rug. Brenna looked over her shoulder at him. Behind her eyes flickered something not quite human. She looked at him as if she expected him to beg for release, but he was the one in control here. “I don’t think so.” He accepted the unspoken dare and pulled her back against him, driving his cock deep and hard. She cried out and her shoulders dropped slightly.

“That’s right, Brenna.” He stoked her ass in time to his plundering of her cunt. “I’m in control here, and you’re going to be the one screaming.”

“Make me,” she snarled. Her defiance fed the dark need inside of him, shaking his control again. Craig chuckled low in his throat at the surge of power he felt. He fucked her ass with his thumb while driving his cock into her pussy, and her cries became louder and louder.

He felt as though the entire world ceased to exist outside of this room. He leaned forward and forced Brenna’s shoulders closer to the floor. Her pussy arched up to him as he braced himself on either side of her and gave into the hunger surging up inside of him. The harder he fucked her, the more she begged. His cock pulsed inside her with every stroke, and he knew he was lost. There’d never be another woman for him, ever. Hot on that thought, his balls jerked and he knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. He slid his hand off her hip and reached around to the swollen, drenched clit begging for attention. He rolled the hot little nub between his fingers and Brenna screamed. Her body locked down on his like a vise. Her cunt fluttered up and down his length, and he was lost. He came deep inside of her as his orgasm hammered through him. Her body milked every drop from his cock and still held out for more.

He caught her before she dropped completely down to the floor and eased himself out of her body. She rolled and curled up next to him.

Craig heard the water running in another room, and a moment later Aiden came back with a washcloth in his hand. “Thanks, buddy. I don’t think I can walk yet.”

Aiden grinned, and between the two of them they washed her up. Aiden scooped her sleeping form up off the floor and then walked to the bedroom. Craig stopped at the bathroom to clean up a bit and then headed into her room.

“Look at the size of that bed.” Craig had never seen something he was so happy for. There was plenty of room for the three of them to stretch out on. A good night’s sleep with Brenna between them was what he wanted.

Already partially asleep, lying on his back, Aiden grunted. Craig slipped between the sheets and spooned himself against Brenna’s back. He buried his nose against the fragrant skin of her neck and breathed deeply. She smelled like everything he ever wanted in a home. A dark urge rose up inside him to bite her right on the muscle at the base of her neck.

He shifted away from her. If he’d be constantly fighting his darkness, he might not be able to stay near her, and that made him ache.

* * * *

A cool breeze drifted over Brenna’s shoulders, waking her from her exhausted sleep. She reached behind her for Craig but felt an empty space. The sheet was still warm, so he must’ve gotten up a second before. Aiden lay stretched out on his stomach next to her, snoring softly. The sheet draped across his body, and she was tempted to run her hand over his perfectly rounded bum. The sound of the shower turning on caught her attention. The memory of what was in her shower snapped her to full consciousness.
Fuck,
there was no way he’d miss the large bright red dildo suction cupped to her shower wall.
I’m never going to hear the end of this.

Another even more important thought occurred to her, and Brenna slowly moved away from Aiden and slipped out of bed. Craig was hiding something from her, and she wasn’t about to allow any more of this. He was going to tell her what was going on before she considered accepting them as her Mates.

You really think you still have a choice?
Brenna pointedly ignored her inner voice. Now was not the time to face those feelings. The one thing about her bathroom she truly loved was her shower. It was huge and not a traditional rectangle. One wall made of glass blocks curved out from the wall. The opposite wall was longer and curved around the inner wall, creating the shower entrance. The glass obscured Craig’s naked body, but she could make out his broad shoulders as she got closer. Hoping the water would drown out her approach, she stepped between the glass walls and peered around the corner. The toy was still stuck to the wall where she’d left it the other day.

Craig stood there with his hands braced against the wall in front of him. He didn’t move as water coursed down his body. The dildo was completely forgotten as his muscular body entranced her. Liquid rivulets created paths over and around his muscles and streamed down the backs of his legs. Leaning against the glass, she took her time looking up his calves and thighs to his incredibly tight ass. She could see light pink scratches on the pale skin of his ass, and her inner wolf’s possessive snarl echoed in her head. Her animal side liked to see her mark on him. The sight of it sent electric tingles over her damp skin and she rubbed her thighs together, trying to relieve the ache those tingles created in her pussy. The heat and humidity from the shower coated her skin, adding another sensual layer to this voyeuristic experience. He shifted under the water and lifted his hands to rub his face. The muscles that wrapped around his torso shifted under his skin, drawing her attention up.

That’s when she saw them.

Four vicious lines scarred into his back. The marks started at the side of his neck and stretched down to his shoulder blades. Without a doubt, a wolf had caused them. What made Brenna’s heart seize was the knowledge that those marks would’ve been inflicted on him before the first time he shifted into his wolf form. Someone clawed him as a child.

“Craig?”

“Don’t ask, Brenna.” His words weren’t much more than a growl, but she could hear and feel the pain behind them. She wanted to kill whoever did that to him, but the fact that the child survived such a vicious attack must’ve proved to everyone around him the potential strength he would grow into. It hurt that he didn’t want to share with her, but she couldn’t expect what she couldn’t give herself. She expected him to turn and bitch at her, but he refused to look at her. Instead, he dropped his head and stayed under the streaming water. She didn’t understand why he was so ashamed by the marks, but she wasn’t about to let him hide them from her anymore.

He jumped when she wrapped her arms around him and locked her fingers together against the ridges of his tummy. His body stiffened, and he grabbed for her hands but didn’t try to pull them away. The water coursed between them, and she closed her eyes against the spray and rested her cheek against his spine. Whatever thoughts coursed through Craig’s head, she wasn’t going to leave him to think them alone. As they stood there still and quiet, her heart cried for the child who had to endure such an attack. At the very least this gave her a hint of insight into why Craig never allowed his wolf out. Part of her had been hurt that he tried to hide it from her, but then she’d no right to expect more.
I’m the one that wanted to keep this just sex.

They stood there, silent and still under the water, until the temperature dropped a bit, warning them the hot water was about to run out. Craig shifted his weight and she countered the move, dragging her wet breasts against his back. She heard his swift intake of breath as he reached out, turning the water off. When he didn’t immediately turn around, she decided to force the issue.

Moving closer to his shoulder, she licked the top of one scarred ridge. Craig’s muscles stiffened up, but she pressed a kiss to the top of each claw mark. The fourth mark she followed with her tongue and lightly pressed her nipples against his skin as she pressed a kiss to the bottom of it. With aching slowness, she moved up to the top of the next mark and did it again. Nickelback’s “Trying Not to Love You” played in her head. She refused to think why her subconscious chose that particular song. Instead, she concentrated on the melody and moved to the beat and rubbed against him as she moved. By the time she moved down the final claw mark he was groaning. His fingers were laced between hers, anchoring them against his stomach.

The moisture between them made it easy to move, and she eased her way down his back. His hands gripped hers, stretching her arms up around him, but this didn’t stop her from running her tongue over a scratch mark along his tight flank. His fingers loosened and she slipped a hand free, reaching for his cock. It stood up hard and bounced against her palm as she felt for it.

She wrapped her fingers around the girth at the same time she nipped at the hard muscle of his ass. He shuddered under her ministrations, and her confidence soared with the low sound of his growl echoing around them. He slowly turned in her embrace, and his hard cock was almost perfectly lined up with her mouth.

Craig captured her hands and locked them together at the small of his back with one hand. With the other hand he speared his fingers through her hair and tugged her face upward.

“Don’t you dare pity me.”

“I’d kill whoever did that to you.”

Some of the defensive anger leached out of his gaze, and heat blazed in its place. For a moment she thought she saw a flash of pride there, but she dismissed it as a fanciful dream. Her lips were a breath away from the flushed head of his cock, and she wanted to lick the creamy pearl emerging from the tip.

“Close your mouth.” Craig pressed forward and watched as he dragged his cock across her closed lips. The pearl smeared over her lower lip, and she couldn’t resist swiping the remnants with her tongue. His teeth were clenched together so tightly that she feared that his jaw might shatter.

“What’s that, Brenna?” He nodded his chin toward the wall behind her but didn’t loosen his grip enough for her to take a look. She knew exactly what it was he referred to, anyway.

“A poor replacement?” she replied, and the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly.

“Perhaps it might come in handy.” He let go of her hands and tugged her to her feet, walking her back closer to the wall. “Bend over.”

Brenna’s heart beat wildly in her chest as she complied, bracing her hands on his hips. The large silicone toy lined up perfectly with her pussy, of course, and she couldn’t resist moving so its length dragged along her folds. The syrupy moisture between her legs had nothing to do with the shower.

“Show me how you’ve used it, Brenna.” He gripped her hands at his hips, and it wasn’t hard for her to catch the tip of the toy at her entrance. It was already at the perfect level for her. As soon as she felt it, she shimmied her hips slightly and sighed as she impaled herself on the faux cock.

She whimpered at the feeling of being stretched almost as much as Craig’s or Aiden’s cock. What was truly driving her mad was that he refused to let go of her hands. She couldn’t touch herself or him. “Can you multitask?”

Inspired by his question, Brenna blinked up at him, looking through her eyelashes like a true siren. She blinked once and then dipped her head and tongued the impressive head of his cock.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it, Brenna.”