This was kissing? The gift she’d waited for so long to offer someone was this? This she could live with. Calm pressure, patience, skill. She opened for him, persuaded by firm lips and teasing tongue. The kiss sang in her blood, her body rejoicing at the surge of adrenaline and pleasure rushing through its veins.
Arms lifted, hooked around Dubh’s neck. He released her hair and boosted her by the hips so her legs wrapped around his waist. Anchored, she threaded her fingers through his hair and held on as their mouths explored for the first time.
Passion overtook them, sucking them deeper, turning sweetness into fierce need. Feeding from each other, tongue and teeth warring for more, more, more. Her hips rocked against his erection as water beat down on their heads; his muscles flexed as he pressed her back to the wall and plundered her mouth ruthlessly.
A low, uneasy growl broke them apart and Dubhlainn turned his head, replying with a snarling rumble of his own.
Raine risked a glance over his broad shoulder and her stomach jumped at the sight of Quinn standing outside the glass door, every lean line set in territorial insult, long fingers wrapped around his thick cock as he stroked himself.
Dubhlainn returned his attention to her, nuzzling at the underside of her jaw in reassurance. “This is your choice, precious. I can tell Quinn to go far, far away. Downstairs, out of the house, out of the goddamn state if needs be.” He nipped at her throat. “Or you can ask him in, have two big, strong men worship you under the water.”
She blinked. Dubhlainn was calm, evidently content at leaving the momentous decision in her hands. Quinn radiated impatient vibes, even through the glass shower door. Through her aroused haze, she surveyed the space currently taken up mostly by the Alpha and swallowed with an audible click. Adding Quinn in meant she would be corralled firmly between the brothers.
No more fighting, Raine. It’s too tiring, and it’s pointless. You’re a responsible adult, you can make this choice. Trust them just a little bit. You can knee them in the balls if they get out of line.
“O-Okay,” she whispered, the word barely audible to her own ears over the hiss of water. Everything inside her froze, down to the pulse of blood in her veins. Suddenly nervous, she shrank back against the wall and wondered what she’d gotten herself into now.
“It’s not set in stone,” Dubhlainn told her, his palms running up and down her arms. They seemed to glide over her skin, sparking jolts of enticing pleasure beneath her skin and distracting her from fretting. “Say the word, at any point, and he’ll go, Raine. Hell, both of us will if that’s what you need.”
Dynamics were shifting in strange ways, she mused. It made her feel adrift, being given choices and options rather than being objectified and forced. As though a support beam had been taken out from beneath her feet. Three days of being treated like less than human and she could almost believe she’d never feel like a normal person again.
Closing her eyes, she swayed into him, handing over her trust without a word. Steam dispersed, swirling into the room beyond when the door opened at a silent command from Dubh, and the atmosphere altered significantly before the it clicked quietly closed.
Her breathing became ragged, uneven.
They were both in there with her. She could feel them both with her eyes closed, the turbulent energy that was Quinn’s lust and Dubhlainn’s more measured buzz of power. Together they were nearly claustrophobic, sucking the air from the now miniscule shower and leaving her dizzy.
“Gently,” Dubhlainn muttered to his brother. “The bond is there but it is fragile. Break it and she’ll have one less mate to worry about.”
She barely heard Quinn’s reply, but she knew it would be one of assent.
“Open your eyes, Raine. Look at me, baby.”
She’d wilt beneath their stares, she thought with a touch of panic. Melt away down the drain. At Dubh’s urging she looked at him, found him smiling kindly.
“Relax, precious. This won’t hurt, I promise.”
Chapter Fourteen
Quinn
Mother of God, she was beautiful.
Long, slim, naked, Raine leaned toward the Alpha, head tipped back to look him at the eyes at his request, and water streamed down that delicate body like a waterfall. Her skin was marked in too many ways, bruises and bites and dark circles beneath her eyes, but to Quinn she was a warrior queen, each mar on her flesh a badge of honor earned in the war she’d waged against him and his brothers.
Damn it if she hadn’t almost won.
He moved carefully, noting how her eyes darted to him the moment he took a step. His erection felt like a firing brand between his thighs, but he ignored it. Stroking himself watching Dubhlainn stake ownership on her mouth had been a big mistake—his cock was ready and eager to go to work.
Slowly, he reached out and snagged a bottle of gel—blueberry—and poured some into his hand. Bottle aside, he rubbed his hands together until they lathered, then moved behind Raine. She stiffened before he laid a hand on her; Dubhlainn gave him a small nod of encouragement before he too reached for a bottle.
The scent of blueberries and raspberries exploded through the steam.
Quinn’s hands stroked over Raine’s tense shoulders, down her arms. He washed between her fingers, along the soft curves of her torso while Dubh mirrored him at the front of her. Muscles trembled, capitulated, went loose and limber as the brothers worked their way down her body to her feet.
He knew when Dubh upped the ante; Raine twitched, an uncomfortable cry sneaking past her lips. Reaching between her thighs from behind, Quinn found the swollen lips of her pussy and slipped a finger inside, joining Dubh’s in the hot silky clasp of her muscles.
She needed a day or so, he determined, and some of Finn’s magic cream to heal the battered sheath, tighten what they’d so carelessly wrecked. They had to take more care in how they handled her from now on; some damage was irreparable, and in a female as small and fragile as Raine...it would be fatal.
Dubhlainn murmured to her, low and hypnotic. “Turn to Quinn, precious. He’s your anchor now.”
They spun her beneath the water, four hands encouraging her to face Quinn.
Huge gray eyes blinked up at him, droplets of water clinging to long lashes. She wasn’t quite as enamored with him as she was with Dubh, he noted, and cupped her face with caution. While he didn’t think she would bite him, he knew better than to be complacent. Wariness shone in the depths, something she couldn’t hide even beneath her bravado.
Quinn kissed her then, taking her mouth as fiercely as he’d imagined doing so when indulging his voyeuristic urges. Dubhlainn might have coaxed Raine into seeing him as her savior in this shitstorm, but she belonged to Quinn just as much as she did the Alpha. He proved it by kissing her with all the passion and promise his mate deserved.
Her moan warbled into his mouth, fueled his already primed system.
Fisting his cock with his free hand, he squeezed the base tightly, hoping to delay the swiftly rising ejaculation. Just the sweet taste of her, the innocence in her as she kissed him back tentatively, was enough to bring him to the edge of release. So he gripped himself painfully, almost crushing his shaft until the climax receded.
They eased apart, Quinn’s lips curving into a pleased smile. Raine’s eyes were heavy and unfocused. Her mouth was the same attractive dark pink as the aroused flush in her cheeks, lips parted and tongue darting out to lick his taste from her skin.
Her eyes dropped to his cock, to the almost purple shade of red of his length and weeping tapered tip. She licked her lips again, a carnal gesture this time, and her tiny hand skimmed over the sensitive flesh.
His cock flexed at the touch; Raine snatched her hand back.
Taking her hand in his, he brought it back to his erection, wrapping her fingers around his girth with a hiss of pleasure. The small callouses on her palm were both torture and delight. He groaned, showing her how to touch him the way he liked. Firm strokes down, hard strokes up to the crown. Deft
twists that made his head light.
Dubhlainn pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her forward. His fingers danced down her spine in reward when she obediently bent over, that pretty mouth so close to Quinn’s erection he could feel her rapid breaths fluttering against his skin. “Kiss Quinn’s cock, precious. Nice and slow, there’s my good girl.”
The longest moment stretched between the three of them. Dubh waited with the utmost patience, as though knowing Raine wouldn’t refuse, while Quinn held his breath and waited for her to bite his cock off in retaliation at the order.
But his balls tautened when that little pink tongue lashed the underside of his crown. Tiny, unsure flicks of warmth that had his head dropping back on a vicious groan of wonder. He seemed to spend hours floating in a near-orgasmic haze before he yanked himself back to the present, and her increasingly confident mouth.
Dubhlainn was on his knees behind their female, smirking at him from over the smooth curves of Raine’s lush ass. As she closed her lips over Quinn’s tip, Dubh licked her with one long sweep of his tongue from pussy to asshole. She lurched forward with a startled squeak, Quinn’s cock stretching those sassy lips wide.
He pulled out before she could choke herself, before the experience could turn from thrilling to fearful. He stroked her cheek in reassurance, then watched her lose that glint of uncertainty as Dubhlainn licked and lapped like a devil at her pussy.
Raine accepted Quinn’s cock again of her own volition, sucking hungrily on the brutally red crown like it would distract her from the Alpha’s ministrations. But he knew it wouldn’t work—her hips were rocking into his brother’s face, riding the tongue plundering her hole, her body flushing with an erotic pink hue that screamed arousal and orgasm.
She came loudly, her cries muffled only by the dick she frantically mouthed, and then she stilled. Froze with her teeth nipping into his shaft halfway down the throbbing length. A harsh guttural moan rose from her belly, it sounded like to Quinn.
She looked up at him, bewildered and confused. A frown marring her brow, discomfort and betrayal flashing in her eyes. Eyes, he noted, rapidly clearing of the spell Dubh’s magic mouth had pulled her under.
“Relax, precious. Just relax and it won’t hurt at all.”
“Dubh, what the hell?” Quinn muttered, resisting the urge to pull free. His goddamn brother had put him in a precarious position.
Dubhlainn quelled him with a look. “Raine, you can take me here. Trust me.”
Quinn bared his teeth. “If you’re going to fuck her ass for the first time here and now, at least let me get my cock out of biting range, brother. I’d prefer not to go from ten inches to five in a matter of seconds.”
The Alpha rose, stubble glistening with their mate’s juices, and leaned over her back, hands stroking along her sides, beneath her. He used his weight and scent to calm her, relax muscles that must have been painfully constricted by fear. “Don’t bite his cock off, darling,” he crooned in a sinfully Irish accent. “I’ll not hear the end of it for the rest of my days.”
Quinn blew out a breath of relief when her jaw unclamped, releasing his cock from the prick of her teeth. On instinct, he circled behind them, leaving Raine to focus on Dubh, and only Dubh. “Damn straight you wouldn’t, Dubh.”
“That’s my precious girl,” the Alpha continued, reaching back and slipping two fingers into her dripping sex. He toyed with her expertly until she gave in with a sulky moan, then dragged his fingers between her cheeks. “Now then, beautiful girl, my precious girl, let me into this nice tight hole. Tease my cock with the surprise you’ve got for me there.”
In an instant, Quinn was on his knees beside them, parting her ass cheeks so he could watch his brother collect the last of Raine’s virginities. He all but salivated at the sight of that deliciously petite orifice, pretty and pink and cute, waiting to be taken.
Raine wriggled, clenching her ass uselessly, hands braced on the wall. “Dubh.”
“You okay, precious?”
Just do it, brother. Quinn’s wolf paced restlessly. She is ours.
“I-I’m not sure about this.”
Dubh’s blunt fingertip pushed forward, breaching that delicate orifice with more care than Quinn knew he’d be able to muster. In to the first knuckle, the Alpha closed his eyes and breathed deep several times. Quinn imagined the feel of a hot, reluctant virgin ass and almost came like a pubescent pup.
Raine gasped, her hips dropping and pulling away from her lover’s exploratory touch. She shot forward, whirling beneath the cooling spray to face them, shaking her head as water streamed over her. Her breasts were high, firm, the nipples proudly erect and just right for sucking.
Quinn bit his lower lip, fists clenched at his sides as he climbed to his feet.
“There’s not a lot of room in here, precious; you can’t evade me or Quinn.” The Alpha spoke softly, but his voice carried the edge of dominance he’d been born for. Raine reacted appropriately, which surprised Quinn—eyes lowering first, followed by her head. He thought she might prostrate herself for Dubhlainn but obviously her willpower overrode some of his brother’s influence. “I’d like to give you an orgasm, Raine. I need you to come to me so I can do that.”
The sneaky little minx showed her teeth. “That would be a no.”
Dubhlainn laughed, stepping to her, crowding her back into the wall as he reached out and switched the water off. He grabbed her ass, lifted her from the tiles and kissed her ferociously enough Quinn could smell the arousal pooling between her legs.
“Your ass is mine, Raine. I will fuck it when I want. I will fuck it at the same time Quinn fucks this deliciously wet pussy and Finn takes your mouth. Do you understand me?”
Quinn grinned like an idiot at the battle lights firing in Raine’s eyes. Gray storm clouds flashed with lightning, and he kept grinning as she snarled and sank her teeth into the beefy muscle running across the top of Dubh’s shoulder. She struck fast and hard, the Alpha’s statement evidently pissing her off beyond comprehension, and to her credit refused to release him.
Dubh swung her around, the only sign of pain a quick grimace as amused blue eyes met Quinn’s. “See if Finn has anything suitable to use as lube. I wasn’t planning on fucking this ass tonight,” he said in a loud voice, bringing Raine’s bloodthirsty attention back to him, “but someone’s feeling frisky.”
Raine’s spine stiffened and a moment later, her head lifted from Dubh’s shoulder. “I swear to God, Dubhlainn, you put your cock anywhere near me, I will rip it off and turn it into salami.”
He laughed and nibbled along her shoulder, the same place where she’d bitten him. Not quite as savagely, he returned the favor, making her arch and cry out. “I go where I want to go, precious. Be thankful I’m not asking you to take my fist.”
Quinn was intrigued by the war playing out on her face as Dubhlainn carried her past him and out into the bedroom—she either wanted to rip Dubhlainn into bite-sized pieces merely for suggesting it or capitulate and let the Alpha take charge completely, hanging on for the ride. “Easy there, Dubh. This is all new for her, remember? Maybe our female is a bit apprehensive.”
“She should trust me to know what will make her feel good.” And there was the typical Alpha’s arrogance. Their father had enough of it to sour a wolf’s stomach. “She should know we will not hurt her. There is no need to fear us anymore.”
“There shouldn’t be,” Quinn agreed, following them, “but we’ve given her enough reasons to.” He winced as Dubh dropped her on her back on the bed, letting her bounce with a startled yelp. “Tossing her about might not endear her to your plans, brother.”
The Alpha’s grin was wolfish. “Yet she’s wet from more than the shower.”
Raine flushed bright red, snapping her legs together and scooting back on the bed. “I can’t physically take two of you, never mind three.” She shivered in the cool air, her skin pebbling. “I don’t want to hurt anymore, Dubhlainn, can’t you understand that?”<
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Dubh’s attitude gentled, much to Quinn’s relief. The animalistic side creeping through his brother’s usual calm receded, softening everything about the Alpha from body language to tone. “I can. I do. I would not suggest this if I wasn’t sure you could enjoy it, Raine. I made you a promise, did I not? This is me keeping my promise.”
Her fingers twisted together nervously. “There’s lube?”
Quinn nodded. “I’ll get some, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry.”
He walked back into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and threw it at Dubh from the doorway. “Dry her off before she freezes, brother. I’ll see what Finn’s hiding in the vault he calls a medicine cabinet.”
Apparently, their little brother had all manner of lotions, potions, tablets and salves stocked away. Quinn frowned as he rifled through pots and bottles, sniffing some and grimacing until he found a salve that looked and smelled decent. He poked a finger into the pot, rubbed the pale pink goo between his thumb and forefinger, finding it slippery enough to be of use, with good consistency.
It smelled like roses and violets, so who knew what it was supposed to be used for. Finn had a wizard’s touch when it came to using nature as a healing tool; he’d always been a smart pup, more inclined to fix the injured than end it. While other wolves would find a damaged deer and rip its throat out for dinner, Finn would often carry it home in human form, tend to it, and release it.
Quinn never had the heart to tell him that, more often than not, Fergus would have him followed and one of the pack would kill the deer before it got five hundred feet from where Finn it go.
It would have broken his brother, and that was Fergus’s intention.
Drive the soft from his youngest born and enrage the killer within.
Luckily for them all, it hadn’t worked, and Finn was as Finn was meant to be.
Moving quietly, Quinn walked back into the room and stopped, managing to hold his tongue before he could ruin the moment unfolding before him.
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