Blayne Edwards (16 page)

Goddamn, Caine could have beautiful cubs with this woman.

The man in him felt his brother’s hand on his throat before he could let her eyes and smell and her sleepy appearance that screamed to Caine of making love to her in the middle of the night get to him. Luke’s hand giving him strength. Reminding him of the pack and what it needed.

She smiled goofily in her state of half slumber. “Did you think that I was flirting with you, Caine?”

Luke’s strength ignored the fact that she’d avoided part of his question and Caine nodded before making his way around the car to open her door again. Luke’s loyalty to their kind and Caine’s own animal side had to pump through his veins now more than ever. If only Caine could continue to listen to them, he would be able to impregnate this female tonight. The issue of Luke’s needs wouldn’t yet be satisfied, but even that wasn’t the most important issue from Caine’s position. His pack would have a new generation started. That was Caine’s main objective. Luke’s main objective, despite his physical needs.

He reminded himself of that fact one more time before he reached for the door handle and opened her door.

When he unfastened her seatbelt and reached to pick her warm, sleeping, curvaceous body up to carry her into the cabin, he had to keep repeating it to himself over and over again.

Chapter Eleven

You really should be resisting this.

Chloe heard her irritating little inner voice mutter those words and something else about the morality of fucking the brother of a man she had fucked just a matter of hours earlier, not to mention a man she had known less than a day. And then another too little too late message about birth control danced through her mind. Fortunately, the sound of Caine’s growl of an unintelligible murmur in her ear kept her from fully comprehending or caring about what else her conscience was saying.

He had carried her to the cabin even though she had awakened as soon as she felt those arms wrap around her body. Chloe could only watch and feel and enjoy as Caine had opened the door, slammed it shut with his foot, and then proceeded to ravage her before they even made it to the bedroom.

This was going to hurt. Chloe knew that after having Luke batter her poor body to exhaustion, allowing Caine to give her more of the same was most likely going to be very painful.

Were it not for that damned little voice, Chloe could have been ecstatic.

How many times had she dreamed of this happening? How badly had she wanted to be
desired
like this? Wanted so badly for a man already controlling her thoughts and fantasies with his mind and the wetness of her sex with his mouth and hands and smell to begin to make love to her without so much as perfunctory question one. Just as Luke had, but this time, with a man who so willingly aroused her mind before he’d tried to arouse her body.

Hell, what woman wouldn’t want a gorgeous, intelligent, single, could-be-famous-if-he-wasn’t-so-reclusive man to first of all protect her and then absolutely lose control and begin to ravage her? Not one Chloe would bother putting on speed dial for late night girl chats, that was for damned sure.

She felt her sweater come up over her head without so much as a pause in the other things he was doing to the rest of her body. Her bra came off before Chloe could object to it being too damned cold without the fireplace lit for the bare skin of her breasts to be exposed. As it turned out, February was actually her friend as her nipples immediately tightened even more and evidently sparked an even greater appetite the man had for the taste of hard, pink, sensitive nipple.

Chloe moaned as he took one into his mouth and drew almost painfully on it.

Within seconds, Chloe found that his mouth was also talented to the most profane extent of the word. His tongue acted as a hand almost. Grasping at a nipple, pulling it inside the warmth of his mouth, and then stroking it wet and even stiffer before moving to the other to repeat the action.

Caine used his teeth and tongue to detect and excite nerves that Chloe hadn’t known were connected to her sex organs. He nipped at places on her neck, her ears, her shoulders and sides and belly. All of them hypersensitive and throbbing with need just seconds into his play. And all of them begging for more attention as soon as he moved on to other flesh.

Even Chloe’s aching pussy was eager in its desire to experience that attention.

She looked down at the man who was now on his knees in front of her, grasping and kneading her ass with hands that felt as though they could snap moderate sized trees in half and biting tiny passion marks down her breasts and belly, and thought about how odd her desires were with Caine.

Luke had seemed to enjoy her flavor enough. But Caine would relish in tasting her. He would savor every drop of honeyed liquid she felt drip from her sex as he used that mouth to excite her even more. He would want to drink her wetness and smell and taste into himself. There was a thirst in him that she could quench with what her excitement could produce for him. She understood this with Caine, somehow. She understood his male need to take some of her into himself just as her own female need made her want to take him completely into hers.

And there was no doubt in Chloe’s mind that she would enjoy being consumed or invaded in any way by this particular man.

Hot, urgent fingers came to the snap of her pants and Chloe sucked in a nervous breath in anticipation of what they were going to do to and with and for each other as Caine unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs. Dropping to his knees, his mouth went immediately to the red golden thatch of curls still behind her panties.

His breath was hot and wet, and it warmed Chloe’s skin even through the fabric covering her. She felt him breathe her smell in and then felt the pull of teeth as he mouthed her before even uncovering her flesh.

A memory found her mind. A very recent memory, in fact. And the scent of that memory’s maker somehow found her nose.

She tried to shake the coincidence from her mind as his thumb began pressing against her clit, rubbing in one direction, very slowly and even while his mouth continued to grasp and warm her. The pressure, movement and speed he used were exactly correct. Not too fast or intense or insistent. When Caine began to circle her in the other direction and then allowed his teeth to bite down just above where his fingertips touched her, Chloe gasped and had to reach down in order to hold on to something.

Her fingers now found two bizarre memories sliding between them.

She had both gone to sleep and awakened to the feel of that same raw, silky hair between her fingers.

Chloe jumped and pulled away from his mouth. She was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing to her. And the thought of what he could do was even more pleasing to her. Chloe knew she could even ignore the fact that she had been with his brother because of the way he seemed to be able to command her emotions and thoughts. But the coincidence of his feeling not only like his brother, but like the alpha as well was strong enough to frighten her into pulling away from him. Her action caused him to loosen his grip on her butt and his eyes to come up to hers.

“Too hard?”

Had she not been so freaked out about how much his hair between her fingers had felt like her four-legged friend, Chloe would have come right then and there at the sight of his face and the tone of his voice because he thought he had hurt her.

She shook her head and stared down into the blue eyes that looked back up at her. Twinkling blue eyes. Playful. Hypnotic.

Unnerving.

Her sex spasmed almost as violently as her mind. And it was almost too much for her. Chloe reached again and ran her fingers through his hair to make sure that she wasn’t about to do something stupid without an extreme amount of just cause. Once again, the silky threading of that jet black hair under her touch forced a memory into her mind of the wolf who had aroused and even pleased her just the night before.

And regretfully, of Caine’s brother. Who had jaggedly rammed himself into her heart as well as her body.

“Caine, I can’t do this.” She shook her head and had to look away from those eyes. Chloe hated herself already for saying it. But she had no choice. The interruption had given that damned inner voice time to shake its finger at her again. And unfortunately that brief window of time had also allowed her to realize that as soon as they were both ass naked and horny as hell, her goddamned moral Southern upbringing would kick in and she would surely start questioning what she was about to do with a man she’d known for exactly two hours and forty-three minutes. Not nearly as long as she’d known Luke before she’d screwed him.

Fucking
morals
.

She blew out in all kinds of frustration and shook her head as she looked at him. Caine sat on his knees on the floor. Alone. Right where she’d left him when she’d jumped away from him. Hands on his knees and hair adorably tousled by her fingers.

Chloe wanted to be a slut. A whore. A morally decrepit human being who could fuck the skin off of this man and his twin and the alpha wolf all at the same time and not even think twice about it.

Dream
on
.

She kicked her jeans over to allow her somewhere for her own knees to rest comfortably and went to kneel in front of him. Her next move of self inflicted masochism was to reach and grip his upper arms so she could talk to him about why she’d just allowed him to become aroused and excited and then decided that not only was she going to be home alone and needing, but why she was unfortunately going to ask that he do the same.

The muscles she found could have crushed her ribs had they wrapped around her and squeezed hard enough. Chloe herself held on a little tighter and tried to steady her breathing before she spoke.

“Caine, I want this,” she nodded as she looked into those eyes. “I want you,” she added and watched his pupils widen as he stared back. “But I can’t sleep with you. Not tonight.” Chloe closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

“Possibly not ever.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

She took a deep breath and wondered if an apology blowjob would be too inappropriate in her mother’s Baptist opinion.

Probably so.

Caine wordlessly sat back on his heels, causing the grip Chloe’s fingers had managed into his arms to pull her with him. She felt the warm, firm drag of hands down her bare back and then fought a ragged breath as he gripped her hips and moved her to exactly where he wanted her.

Straddling him.

She could feel a cock that was twitching impatiently and hard and full of something Chloe wanted to lick and taste and drink into every orifice of her body as it pushed up against the wet and thin crotch of her panties. Caine’s hands remained on her butt, massaging. Pulling her ass and sex apart and then pressing her closed again. Working her body as if she hadn’t said a word about this not going to happen.

Even the inner voice moaned at what he did to her next.

One hand, down into her panties, from the front. Two fingers, carefully pressing up into her sex. His mouth, kissing. No pain. Just affection and nuzzling on her neck. Her jaw. Her earlobe. And then a finger from his other hand sliding down the cleavage of her backside, quickly made wet in her sex.

Slowly, teasingly, just a little painfully, into her ass.

She groaned at the tight, naughty feeling. He had her. Right where he wanted her. Or right where she wanted him, more appropriately.

Chloe had never had this before. At all. She’d simply never found a man she felt comfortable enough to allow access to this part of her body. But she had
always
wanted to try it.

She was glad she hadn’t been sleeping on her stomach the night before so the alpha could ruin this one for her, too.

To be honest, Chloe doubted that anything could have ruined this as he began to work his fingers in and out of her. One hand moving into her slowly. And then withdrawing. The second taking its turn. Both of them. Together this time. And then again, one and then the other.

Caine in her sex.

Luke in her ass.

This fantasy, no amount of morality or guilt or even the wonderful slight of pain he could have made much worse had he been more brutal with her sore privates was going to ruin for her.

Two men. Brothers. Twins. Both of them beautiful and strong and hard as they made love to her at the same time.

And at least one of them would really mean it.

She wrapped her arms around Caine’s neck and held on as he created a new pulse and rhythm with his fingers inside her body and a vision of decadence in her mind.

Luke had frightened her. Terribly. But just as the last male before him had frightened her, he had also managed to excite her very quickly and with an intensity that had shocked her. And now Caine was pleasing her. Even after she’d told him that she couldn’t sleep with him, he continued to please her. His mouth loved her face and neck as his fingers demanded that she feel full of him in some way.

“What about you?” she breathed through the beginning of her orgasm, her fingers gripping his shoulders to steady herself.

Caine nipped gently at her neck. “I want to please you,” he murmured. “I want to watch you come, Chloe.”

Her climax wasn’t supposed to happen. Her clit and cunt were much too sore to allow it. And she hated the fact that the man pleasing her was receiving nothing from her other than the look she could see on his face that told her that he so enjoyed seeing a woman being made happy by his actions.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

She could feel that icy hot tingle begin in her fingertips and at the base of her brain at the same time she heard his words. Her body telling her that within seconds, she would fall headlong into her climax. And it was going to be even more intense than the one she had imagined as she’d stood between the two men in the hall. And much more emotionally consuming than the one she’d had at Luke’s insistence the first time she’d met him.

Even stronger than if they had both really been inside her, she suspected as the spasms began.

“There you go,” Caine soothed as her body began to twitch and convulse around his fingers. ‘That’s it, sweetheart,” he hummed as he continued to control her body’s reactions. Having this man inside her was better than two of anything, she decided. As delightful as both Luke and Caine would have felt inside her, this one man was going to make her feel wonderful. And she knew he wasn’t going to be angry with her or himself afterwards.

Every cell and emotion in her body agreed with what she wanted this time. This wasn’t a man she felt no emotional connection to and it wasn’t an animal she shouldn’t have even been aroused by. This was a man who was receiving his pleasure from the look on her face and the sounds from her throat and the musty smells of her excitement as he coaxed her through her pleasure.