He sat back on his haunches then pushed to a stand. “Let’s get rid of this chain. Wait until you see what happens next.”
She’d get his cock? Her nipples were close to being numb and when he took off the clamps and blood rushed to the end, she squeezed her eyes to keep the pricks of pain from felling her. Dante licked both nipples. Instead of easing the sensations, it seemed to triple the lust. Her needy cunt convulsed over and over again. How she needed a cock again, she didn’t know, but she was ready for him.
Dante must have sensed her urgency because he grabbed hold of his cock and drove it straight up her pussy. Since half of her body was already taken up with the butt plug, she was packed full of cock.
“Holy fuck.” She clamped her mouth shut, fearing Trax would tell Dante he couldn’t have her.
Instead, Dante laughed. “Hold her arms back, Trax, and don’t let her touch me.”
When Trax pulled her elbows back, her breasts stretched taut. Dante leaned forward and captured her lips. Gone was the nice man she’d made love with before. This man seemed possessed. The harder he pounded into her swollen pussy, the hotter she got. Desperate to taste him, she opened his mouth and invited him in. Dante obliged and tangled with her.
Trax must have felt left out because he lifted his knee into her butt crack and hit the plug. The pressure from the fake cock, combined with Dante’s dick, made her lose control.
She dropped her head back and broke the kiss. “Help me. I’m coming.” Her strangled cry sounded far away even to her.
Dante lowered his head onto her shoulder and not only did he ram his cock deeper in her pussy, but he bit her shoulder. She felt the prick and the dribble of blood, but for some reason, she experienced little pain. Maybe she was too swept away by her climax to feel the teeth breaking the skin. She’d never soared higher. Being with two men was the epitome of love.
Dante growled and on his next stroke, his powerful jism blasted her back wall and seared her from head to toe. Trax nibbled on her neck then kissed the tender spot below her ear as if to calm her beating heart.
Her mind shattered with what just happened and Dante withdrew. He stepped back and grinned.
“Fuck, that was mighty fine. I don’t think we can ever let you go.”
She hoped he was kidding because she was a woman on a mission.
#
Dante pulled two beers out of the fridge and handed one to Trax. He glanced over at the bedroom door. It was closed. Good. The three of them had eaten chicken that Trax had prepared, and then Liz said she needed to take a shower and head to bed. He couldn’t blame her. She’d had a rough day. First with Couch trying to shoot her, and then being put through her training session with Trax.
“How did you enjoy your first go around with Liz?” Dante kept his voice low. He could have telepathed his question, but it took less energy to speak.
Trax swigged the beer. “Christ, she was perfection.”
Dante dropped down on the chair across from him. “Do you think it’s time we tell her we’re werewolves?”
Trax’s eyes darkened and a hint of amber shone through. “No.”
Once more, the urge to knock some sense into his brother surfaced. “Why not? You know as well as I do that she’s going to be our mate.”
“She’s not ready.” Trax cocked a brow. “Why did you bite her?”
“I had to mark her as ours.”
“Dante, what if she’d seen your fangs?”
He shrugged. “I was careful. She didn’t even notice.”
“She’d freak if she found out. She’s still impressionable.”
Dante chuckled. “What you really meant to say is that you’re not ready to tell her.”
“I have a job to do.” Trax’s shoulder tightened and his nail beds turned white from holding the bottle too intensely. “It’s already hard enough to concentrate. Once Couch is in jail, I’ll break the news.”
“Just don’t fuck up what we already have.” Dante wasn’t complaining. The more she fell for them, the harder it would be for her to walk away. He and Liz had already established a connection and if Trax wanted to wait, so be it.
Trax’s gaze shot off to the side. “Just make sure she doesn’t think you only want her for her body.”
That was a low blow. “Can I help it that every time I get near her, my hormones shoot sky high? I may not have the discipline and stamina you do, but by the moon above, I am no better than a teenager when I get around her.”
Trax slammed the bottle on the table between them and glowered at him.
Dante held up his palm. His brother looked ready for a fight. “I wanted to take my time, but after I took off the chain and she groaned when I licked her tits, the brain in my cock took over.”