Siren in Bloom [Texas Sirens 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

He chuckled behind her, and she gasped when he stroked her clit. His fingers moved easily against the flesh of her pussy. She was so wet. She had gotten soft and moist as she stood there watching Finn Taylor take his Master’s whip.

“Well, now you don’t have to touch yourself. I’ll do it for you.” Wolf slipped a single finger into her pussy, rotating and stretching her.

Her eyes met with Leo’s. There was no way to mistake the erection he was sporting. Leo’s leathers had tented, but he didn’t make a single move to cover himself up. He merely watched, his gorgeous face stony.

“So you never slept with my brother?”

The question brought her out of the sensual haze Wolf was weaving. “No. I never slept with Leo.”

Just that one perfect kiss when she almost forgot all of her pure reasons for walking away from him. When Leo had kissed her, she’d nearly sunken into him as though she could bind their flesh together. One perfect kiss and then it was all over.

“Because the way he’s looking at you makes me think he wants you badly.” Wolf’s voice had turned serious, but he never let up on the slow slide of his fingers.

It was getting harder and harder to think. Leo was watching while his brother finger-fucked her. God, Leo could see her pussy. What was she doing? Why was she doing it?

“Do you want to come?” Wolf asked.

How long had it been since she’d come? Had she ever really? Her sexual life had consisted of a “too green to know what to do” boyfriend and her husband, who didn’t really care whether she’d enjoyed the experience or not. For the longest time, she’d decided that sex was a lie perpetrated by men. It was severely overrated, and then Leo had kissed her.

And she’d wanted. Really wanted. She’d felt like a hormonally crazed teenager—the way she had before life and all its little miseries had beaten her down. She’d wanted, and she’d known that she just might get what she’d wanted.

Wolf was offering her that. Weeks of talking to him had given her a sense of intimacy. The contract they’d signed gave her both peace that everything was out in the open and confidence that Wolf wanted this, too.

“Make me come,” she said. She wanted. She wanted to want.

There was a hard pinch to her clit, and she nearly screamed at the sensation. It wasn’t pain exactly. It sparked from her pussy and sizzled out across her flesh.

“Do you talk to your Dom that way?” The question was whispered into her ear, but there was no way the volume of his voice softened the words. They were harsh, a nasty, dirty, sexy threat.

Oh, yeah, she was beginning to understand just how much of a freak she was, and the crazy thing was, she was perfectly fine with it. For the first time in years, it felt like her eyes were open wide and the world was hers for the taking.

“No.”

He slapped her pussy, an open-handed smack that had her yelping even as her pussy became drenched with juice. “What do you call me? You’re going to have to learn some manners, love. What do you call me when my fingers are in your cunt? What do you call me when my hand is smacking your ass? What are you going to call me when my cock is halfway up that pretty asshole you have?”

“Sir.” She couldn’t get the word out fast enough. “Sir. I call you Sir. Please forgive me.”

As much as she’d like the spanking, she wanted to come. She wanted those big fingers deep inside her, fucking her cunt.

And she wanted Leo to watch. God, his eyes on her were making her crazy. She looked up.

Wolf chuckled. “Yes, love, he’s still watching. If he doesn’t come in his leathers, I’ll let you spank me.”

She laughed a little at the thought of big, strong Wolf taking his pants down and offering up his ass.

Wolf’s hand pulled the skirt up roughly, forcing it around her waist. No question now. She was on display. Her current Dom was displaying her to the man she’d loved. Wolf was showing off her pussy, his fingers gliding in and out, wet with her cream. Leo was watching unabashedly, his cock straining against his leathers. And she was writhing in pleasure, her legs spread, giving Wolf access and Leo a better view. It was decadent. It was perverted. It was the single most erotic experience of her life.

“Come on,” Wolf commanded. “If big brother wants a show, we can give him one.”

She gasped as he impaled her on two big fingers. He slid his thumb over her clit, making tight little circles as he scissored his fingers open and closed deep inside her pussy. Her heart raced. She could feel the blood pumping through her body, a pounding rhythm that was leading to one and only one conclusion.

“Think about it, Shelley. That’s my cock. Deep inside you. I’m fucking you so hard you can’t tell where you stop and I start. You can’t get your legs open far enough because you want to take all of me. And I want to give it to you. I want to feel the hot clasp of that pussy milking my cock. Fuck, baby, I won’t ever have felt anything as hot as your pussy. You’re going to rock my damn world. I won’t ever want to stop fucking you.”

His words dripped like honey over her, getting her as hot as his fingers working her flesh did.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, little sub of mine. I’m going to train you to come for me. I’ll be able to look at you and your pussy will flutter because you’ll know just how long and hard I can fuck you. I’m going to be the man who gives you what you need. You come for me. I want to feel your pussy clamping down on my fingers. I want to feel it all the way in my cock.”

His fingers curved up, and his thumb rubbed in perfect time. Shelley exploded in a beautiful song of pleasure. His fingers made the music, his voice the words that sent her over the edge. She shook, quaking in his arms, his hands the only real thing in the whole world.

Wolf’s hands and Leo’s eyes. Through her pleasure she could see Leo still watched, his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw a strong, firm line.

“Perfect, love.”

Her skin tingled. She could feel Wolf’s lips nuzzling the back of her neck as he petted her pussy, bringing her down slowly and with a piercing sweetness. She’d promised herself she would take it slow with Wolf, but now she couldn’t help the fact that she felt so close to him. She leaned back, reveling in his gentle care. It was just as nice as the orgasm, this touching and his light kisses.

“What do you say now, love?”

She knew what he wanted and was more than willing to give it to him. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome. And I think big brother definitely ruined those leathers of his, though I’m sure he’ll keep a stoic look on his face and politely excuse himself. See, I’m different. I’m going to tell you and anyone else who asks that I came like a fucking teenager. You were so hot, my cock couldn’t handle it.”

She stifled a laugh. He was so ridiculously open that it made her comfortable with everything happening between them. “You’re so different than what I expected.”

He stopped, his hands stilling on her flesh. “You expected someone like Leo.”

Fuck
. She didn’t want to open that can of worms. But honesty was the best policy. And who did he think his brother was anyway? “Wolf, you remind me of Leo, of the Leo I first met. He was funny and sweet and he made me laugh. He could laugh at himself. I turned him into this cold man. I didn’t mean to, but I did and I can’t fix it.” She sat up, regretting the loss of intimacy although this talk was close to her heart. She’d spent weeks pouring out her fantasies to this man and listening to his in return. She wasn’t going to lose him over a love affair that had never gotten off the ground.

She wanted a relationship with Wolf. God, that was a relief. She felt a smile cross her face.

“What?” Wolf asked.

“Kiss me. Yes, I’m being aggressive, and you can spank me later, but it occurs to me that you’ve spanked my ass and had your hand up my pussy, but you’ve never kissed me. I want you to kiss me, Sir.”

His lips curved up. “Maybe I want you to kiss me.”

He was so stinking gorgeous. What the hell was she doing here sitting on his lap with her skirt around her waist? Her pussy was sopping wet, but he didn’t seem to care. He was a huge hunk of man with no sexual inhibitions and a seeming desire to be with her and her alone. She wasn’t a fool. Leo, for all the longing glances, had still kept his distance.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She felt him tremble just before she touched him and realized that despite the fact that he’d put her on display, this small intimacy meant something to him. He was serious. At least that was how it felt.

She kissed his lips, softly molding hers along the seam. She reached up and cupped Wolf’s face with her hands, feeling the bristles of his five-o’clock shadow. She kissed his mouth, thrilled with the fact that he was letting her explore. He would almost always take the lead, she knew that, but she thought he needed this. He needed to be the one being worshipped. And maybe he would like a few words, too. He had the filthiest, sexiest mouth she’d ever had the pleasure of listening to.

“This is my mouth on yours, but when you command it, Sir, I’ll put my mouth on your cock.”

“Fuck, Shelley. Are you trying to make a man crazy?”

The very fact that she could feel his cock twitching against her thigh sent a thrill through her. How many times had she wondered if she just wasn’t a sexual creature? That she lacked what other women had? But the Meyer brothers had shown her differently.

She brought her tongue out, licking across his plump bottom lip, his every shudder making her bolder than she’d ever dreamed of being. “I’ll lick it, Sir. I’ll start at the tip and then make my way to the base of your cock before starting back up. I’ll make sure to not miss an inch. And I’ll lick your balls, sucking them in my mouth.”

His tongue surged in, and he took over the kiss. He sank his hand into her hair, and the kiss went from sweet to carnal.

His tongue dominated, sliding against hers. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into the cradle of his body. She felt cool air on the flesh of her ass. Her skirt was still around her waist, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered in that moment except the feel of Wolf’s lips against hers and the wild caress of his tongue. She was ready to take him then and there, but he finally pushed her gently back, his kisses going soft and sweet once again.

“Thank you, love. I needed that.” He sighed deeply and pulled her close, cuddling her against him. “So can we safely move this from a test drive to a real training relationship? I know we signed the contract, but it feels more real now, doesn’t it?”

Her heart skittered. It would mean a collar and a commitment. It wasn’t a commitment to love and honor forever, though “obey” would definitely be in the wording. It was a commitment to try. It was serious. It was what all those late-night conversations and flirty texts had been leading to. There was a two-week trial written into their contract, but Wolf seemed impatient.

It meant accepting a collar from him.

It meant giving up on Leo forever.

But maybe it meant betting on herself this time. Wolf Meyer was everything she could want in a man. Their chemistry was sizzling. Leo had been a dream, but Wolf was a stunning reality that might be great if she just took the chance.

“Yes, Sir.”

She was rewarded with a brilliant smile that made him look years younger. “I’m glad. That’s awesome. I mean it. I knew it would work out.” He kissed her again, a hard, affectionate peck, and then she squealed a little as he playfully smacked her ass. “On your feet, love. I need to go change.”

She stood on her wobbly feet, pushing her skirt back down. Now she noticed that Julian was tending to his partner, his hands rubbing their way across Finn’s back. Several people seemed to have realized there was more than one scene being played out in the dungeon. Yep. Strangers had watched her getting off on her boyfriend’s lap.

Wolf was her boyfriend.
God
. She had a boyfriend. She hadn’t had a boyfriend in ten years. She’d had a piece-of-crap husband but no relationship she would even vaguely call affectionate.

Except her friendship with Leo. She looked across the room, and he still stood watching. She gave him a little smile. He would always have a place in her heart. He’d given her the strength to break free. He’d been the thing she was striving for as she’d fought her way back to life. And he’d given her the keys to find what she needed.

His face changed, going from stony to sad in an instant as though he recognized that what they had was now irrevocably changed.

“Hey, babe,” Wolf said, getting her attention. “Great scene. Let’s go get cleaned up and grab a beer.” He held his hand up.

And her boyfriend proved he was a very silly man. She gave him what he wanted. A damn high five. He’d high-fived her in appreciation of her sexual services.

She caught sight of Leo, smacking his forehead with his hand and shaking his head.

She couldn’t help but smile. At least Wolf Meyer wasn’t perfect. He grabbed her hand and with a wink led her out of the dungeon.

* * * *

“I want the bitch dead,” a feminine voice said, pulling him away from his thoughts.

Mitchell Cross sighed as his wife walked in the room. He leaned back over and finished the line he’d started, the cocaine just beginning to work in his system. “I’m handling it, Brenda.”