Consumed by Wrath: An FBI/Romance Thriller (An FBI/Romance Thriller ~ Book 8) (52 page)

“Actually, for tonight, Mr. Blackhawk, my name is Miss Kitty. It seems
that a little birdy, named Gabriel, told me that you requested the files for my undercover cases. What did you need them for?” she purred, moving towards him.

He was having a
difficult time thinking. She was in incredibly outrageous heels and see through fishnet stockings. When she hopped up on the bed beside him, the barely there black, leather skirt rode up and showed off the little red garters.

“Elizabeth,” he
murmured, his body already heavy with need.

“
I’ll ask again,” she replied, running her blood red nails across her breasts, drawing his attention. The crimson matching bustier pushed her assets way up and almost had them spilling over. “Why did you need those files?”

He swallowed.

“Truth, Mr. Blackhawk. In here, there can only be honesty.”

“I needed to see what my wife was like. I wanted to see what she showed the world, but hid from me.
I wanted to peek into the dark side of her past.”

Elizabeth figured as much.
Ethan always tried to be the more reserved of the three, but she wanted to give him the gift of total freedom. Well, if he wanted that cat out of the bag, here it was in all its glory. “What am I hiding now, Ethan?”

H
is gaze slid down the very erotic picture before him. “Not much.”

“D
o you like what you see?”

He swallowed again. “Yes.” God help him, but the sight of his woman dressed like that was making his body roar to life.
Elizabeth had very few inhibitions in bed, but this was something that he never saw coming. This little fantasy was stuff dreams were made of for him. When he travelled, or was away from her, this was the woman who he thought about. It was always his Elizabeth, but only wilder and edgier. It was the naughty side of her that drove him completely mad with lust.

Maybe it was perverse, but her being out of control made him want to tag along for the ride.

“When you saw the files, Ethan, what did you hope to find?”

Again, there was this moment of hesitation.

Elizabeth slid her hand across his bare leg, slowly past his already throbbing erection and to his chest. “What did you want, Mr. Blackhawk?”

“
I wanted to watch the woman I desire be out of control. I wanted a night with Miss Kitty and to forget everything else around me.”

She grinned
audaciously. “Then, that’s what you’ll get, Ethan,” she purred, leaning into his ear and licking along the curl, much like a big cat.

His whole body shook
as she straddled him, practically offering herself up to him on a big slutty platter.

“You’re a very
wicked boy, Ethan, and now you get to live it out,” she promised. “While your wife is away, the director may play. Tonight, I’m no longer Elizabeth, so let the fun begin.”

Blackhawk moaned
at the words alone.

As this was all unfolding,
Callen stared at her and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This was completely out of his wildest dreams, and then he realized that she had predicted this from the start. Elizabeth knew that he would wear the cuffs, and that Ethan would get her first. There was no doubt in his mind that she had anticipated that watching his brother’s fantasy unfold would drive him to the edge of madness. It would then pull his wildest fantasy from him too.

It made him quiver in anticipation of what was to come for his
time with her.

“Elizabeth,” Ethan
murmured, as he really wanted to pull her into his body and take her with a wildness that he had never felt before. Here was his woman, so ingrained into his life, and she was now his walking erotic dream.

“I’m yours for this one bout of sex, Ethan. Miss Kitty is all yours
, and you get to design the time we spend together. You get to use her any way you want.”

Oh, that was all he needed to hear.

Reaching out, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her towards him. Her leather clad body pressed against his bare one and the feeling of the slick cool material against his heated flesh was beyond erotic for him. Staring into her eyes, he waited for her to change her mind or to back out.

“Anything
that I want, Miss Kitty?”

She ran her fingers into his hair. “Anything. This Valentine’s Day is all about
removing one more thing from your bucket list. It’s my gift to you.”

The words erupted from him. “Get up,” he ordered
, suddenly.

Callen jumped at the harshness of h
is words. They shocked him. Gone was the controlled man they knew, and in his place was a stranger.

Elizabeth obeyed, and stood in front of him. When he stood,
him barefoot and her in heels, they were almost eye to eye.

“Get down on your knees and please me.”

Without a word, she did exactly as he said. With her one hand, she stroked him, and then took him in her mouth.

His body was already halfway to heaven. Most of the time, he allowed his strong wife
to lead the way, but tonight she was giving him the control and power back.

This was healing him.

It was like she always knew.

He buried his hand in her hair, and used it to control the depth
of her mouth. He was going to push the limit tonight. Where he thought his wife would struggle, she didn't and accepted all of him.

“Christ,” he mutte
red, as Miss Kitty lived up to the fantasy he created in his mind. “So damn good,” he hissed, feeling himself getting close to the edge. “Stop,” he ordered and like promised, she obeyed.

God, the way she was looking up at him
with the slick red lips was undoing his control. His breathing hitched and got heavier.

“Lay on the bed, but I want you to use Callen as your pillow,” he directed.

Whitefox swallowed and licked his lips in anticipation.

She followed his instructions, but before
she rested her head on the other man, she flicked her tongue over the bound man’s one nipple.

Callen
closed his eyes as she settled in. Watching her wouldn’t end well, and he knew it.

Ethan reached around and pu
shed the tight skirt up her hips, until it gathered around her waist, giving him the view he craved. When all that was left was a barely there thong and garters, he wanted to devour her whole. Running his fingers over the black silk, he noticed that she had another surprise for them. “She’s bare, Cal,” he muttered, yanking the panties off her body like some crazed lunatic.

“I am. Miss Kitty would be well groomed
for such an occasion.”

Callen moaned, as he tried to get a better view. “Oh, God, let me up.
I want to feel too!”

Ethan ignored him and focused
on Elizabeth. Dropping to his own knees, he had to taste his woman. He couldn’t wait any longer. With the tip of his tongue, he teased her and explored until she arched and moaned.

“More, Mr. Blackhawk
. Show me what you want to do to me,” she purred, urging him on.

He dove in, drinking from her body
, trying to quench the thirst that he could never satiate. As he tormented her with his mouth, she rested seductively against Callen. Her head was rubbing against lower parts of his very aroused body.

“Oh God,” Callen moaned
, trying to fight the need to thrust his hips against her to find relief. This was incredible torture, and he loved every second of it.

His brother
was out of control, and he was right behind him.

Blackhawk
was desperate to hear her beg for release. When he glanced up her torso, he was turned on even more by hers and Callen’s response. Moving up her body, he flipped her over, until she was on her knees.

“Take him in your mouth, Miss Kitty,” he replied. “I want to watch you finish him off, while I fuck you from behind.”

Callen moaned, as she greedily did whatever Ethan asked her to do. When her hands cupped him, and her lips devoured him, he couldn’t fight it any longer. He drove roughly into her mouth, burying himself in the beckoning heat.

Heaven and hell collided, and so much pleasure erupted around all three of them.

As Ethan lunged deep into her body, Callen thrust up. They continued to use Miss Kitty, until they were both close to release.

“Can’t hold out,” Callen whispered, as his bound hands pulled against his restraints
, and he fought to remain in control.

It was all too much.

He was on sensory overload.

Ethan growled, “Finish him, Miss Kitty.” As if to punctuate the seriousness of his order, he slapped her across the one side of her ass.

The room exploded in sound.

First, there was t
he crack of hand against flesh, and then the gasp from Elizabeth at the shock of the strike. It had Callen slipping and losing control as he exploded deep in her throat.

“
YESSSSSSS!” he shouted, as Elizabeth swallowed everything he had to offer, and then was shoved forward until she was pressed against his naked body.

While Ethan continued driving into her, she made herself busy by seeking out Callen’s nipples and biting down on them.

“Elizabeth,” he hissed as little currents of electricity flooded through him.

Ethan was watching his brother
, helpless beneath them, as the woman they loved undid them both. With harder thrusts, he forced his woman to gasp at the invasion.

“More, Mr. Blackhawk. You know you want to fuck me harder.”

A low growl formed, low in his belly. God, he wanted to do so much more than just take her in abandon. He wanted to leave his mark on her for the rest of their lives. Grabbing her hips, he dug his fingers into her flesh to give himself more leverage.

“Beg for m
ore, Miss Kitty!” he ordered, needing to have her wild and out of control. It would help set him free.

“Use me,
Ethan, like you pictured in your head.”

His heart pounded and his brain stopped being in control. All that mattered was burying himself in the woman before him. He wanted to make her scream his name.

“Let me out,” hissed Callen, as he was being continually tortured. The motion of his brother driving into their woman was causing her to rub against his body and was bringing him back to life.

With another slap, the room filled with the sound of skin hitting skin. It was from
both his hand and body meeting hers.

Elizabeth moaned at the invasion. “Please, Mr. Blackhawk. Give me more. I love when you fuck me.”

When she used the innocent girl voice on him, Ethan didn't think he could handle it any longer. The visual and knowledge that his woman was giving him this adventure was more than he ever thought possible. What man didn't want to lose total control and live inside his dark fantasies, if only for one night?

When she looked back over her shoulder and licked her lips
wantonly, he shook. As she pushed back against him, it drove him deeper into her body.

“
You bought me, now use me, Mr. Blackhawk,” she begged.

“Oh God
!” he shouted, as he pushed himself and Elizabeth off the edge together. The idea of purchasing her body for sex was too much for his mind to handle.

He was lost.

Falling to the side of his brother, he fought to catch his breath. “Miss Kitty is so hot,” he muttered. “That was beyond belief, baby.”

She made some snorting sound, and then winked at him.

Callen struggled to get free. Elizabeth rubbing against his body had him all wild, again. “I need more. I want to feel myself in you,” he pleaded, his voice bordering on desire and hysteria.

Ask and you shall receive.

Crawling up Callen’s frame, she straddled his hips and buried him in her body with one quick slide. When he moaned, she stared down into his eyes. “It’s time for your fantasy, Callen. Why don’t you share with us what you want?”

He stared at her as his body
remained housed in hers, trapped and unable to find relief. “I want you,” he answered. “I always want you. Give me Miss Kitty too.”

“I don’t think that’s what you really
desire, Callen.” Reaching into the front of her bustier, she pulled out the key. “We saw Ethan’s deepest desires, but what’s on your bucket list, Mr. Whitefox?”

Callen
desperately longed to get free.

Yet, he couldn’t get the words out.
There was still fear holding him back.

“I can’t let you out, unless you tell us your fantasy. We found out
that Ethan wanted a night with Miss Kitty, and to be a very naughty man, but what do you want?”

Blackhawk watched his brother, silently. He had no idea what Callen’s fantasy was, but obviously Elizabeth did.