Love and Punishment

by Sorcha Mowbray

  “Fuck, Liam. You’re killing me here. Stop talking for a minute.” Nate growled from behind Bel as the vest popped open and revealed her plump mounds.

  “Nate, hold them up for me.” Liam sank forward and licked one then the other nipple. He sucked on the tip, rolled it over his tongue, and bit down to test her tolerance.

  “Liam.” His name slipped from her lips on a moan, and her body quivered.

  Nate cursed and twisted her around to sit on the couch, allowing him access to her chest. Liam returned to sucking one pink tip, and Nate settled next to him to commandeer the other. Together they sucked, licked, and bit her tits until she came. A cry broke from her, their heads clutched to her chest while her hips bucked. They never let up, commanding her pleasure until the orgasm rolled through her body. When she started to come down a bit, they let go of her tips and looked at each other with stupid grins on their faces.

  “God damn, that was hot.” Nate’s gray eyes were all but black, the pupil swallowed by the dark ring of color. Liam grabbed onto him, and they were locked in a kiss across her body.

  “Now, that is hot.” Her voice broke through, and they pulled apart.

  Nate leaned into her and pecked at her mouth, dropping kisses over and over while Liam stood and shed his leather jacket and shirt. He paused long enough to ask, “So you like watching us kiss?”

  Chapter Two

  “I do. I never would have thought it, but watching you two is extremely hot.” Bel let her gaze roam over Liam’s chest. Family Is Forever arched under his collarbones in a fancy script and below the end of forever was a date February 4, 0005 ATW. A sleeve down each arm had various images that she imagined had some meaning. One side of his neck bore some ink, but she couldn’t see it clearly with his hair hanging down. The man defined sexy.

  Nate laughed and stood up. “I think she likes what she sees.”

  “That’s good. Because I can’t complain. Not even a little.” Liam shucked his boots and jeans in one fell swoop to expose his cock, gloriously long and thick. She itched to get her hands and mouth on him.

  And then Nate ripped his shirt over his head.

  His creamy complexion contrasted with Liam’s golden skin tone. An equally devastating physique provided a cool expanse of flesh covered in beautiful ink. One sleeve consisted of an intricate design of flames with various images woven in and out that ended in a phoenix soaring across his left pec. Arching around the head of the phoenix were the words Family is Forever with the same date as Liam. He turned and revealed the flames continuing over his shoulder and into an upper back piece with the Beasts’ logo. His other arm had a little ink, a simple band of barbed wire wrapped around his arm a few times, digging into his flesh, drawing blood, tearing away the outer layer of skin to expose his muscles.

  Nate dropped his pants, kicked off his boots, and turned to face her. Rivaling Liam in length, his cock appeared slightly thicker in girth. Oh, what had she agreed to? The blood drained from her head, and her body lost all sensation as she imagined taking both of them at the same time. She’d never permitted any of her previous lovers to take her backside, so both men intimidated her when she flashed to the scene between Teal and the three Beasts.

  Liam noticed her distress first. “Hey.” Kneeling, he took her hands. “Moving too fast?”

  Nate joined her on the couch, tucking her into his side. Big, warm, and solid, he pressed against her.

  “It’s been a pretty draining day,” she said. “And, frankly, while I can’t seem to control this attraction to you both. I still don’t know you.”

  Liam sat down and tucked into her other side. After a nod from him, Nate spoke up. “What do you want to know?”

  Shit. Lust and desire released their hold, and she realized she’d gotten herself into a bit of a corner. She really didn’t want to know anything about them. They were the ones responsible for her mother’s death, and according to her father, nothing else mattered. She needed to avenge her mother. Had promised her father she would see this through. Knowing more about the two dangerously sexy men would not help. “How long have the pair of you been together?” That was pretty innocuous. Wasn’t it?

  “We met when we were ten, before The Wave. We’ve been friends ever since, but it was after the riots when we really discovered each other.” Nate offered her an easy smile. “We were there for each other when we needed it most.”

  “That’s when you became intimate?”

  “Yes.” Liam’s voice came out raspy.

  Ragged breathing and gruff tones suggested need still had a grip on the guys, and yet she didn’t think she could do more than she had. She’d never follow through with her mission if she allowed the attraction to become more. “I don’t think I can have sex with you, but can I watch you together?”

  They guys looked at each other before Liam nodded. Releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, she dug deep in search of her inner reserves. Okay, I can get through this, go off to my own bed, and then regroup in the morning. She reached to close her vest, but Nate stopped her. “You have beautiful breasts. Do you mind leaving them exposed?”

  “All right.”

  Liam rose up and switched to Nate’s other side. There he pulled the darker-toned man into a fierce kiss that damn near set the room on fire.

  Mother of God, they were too damn sexy. Lips locked, and hands roamed. Each had a cock in one hand and the other latched onto his partner’s neck. Hips jerked as lust ignited between them. They probed and licked at each other until Nate pushed the leonine god back into the cushions and sank between his legs. A groan slipped free from Liam when Nate swallowed his shaft.

  Breath staggered to a halt in her lungs at the sight of Nate swirling his tongue around the crown of a spectacular cock. He pulled back and lapped at it like an ice-cream cone from before The Wave, BTW. Would he taste as sweet? Oh shit. She was in so much trouble. Her nipples pebbled, and her pussy soaked through her undies again. Watching turned out to be much hotter than she could have prepared for.

  Liam’s golden hands cupped Nate’s dark head and pushed him down over the swollen length to meet his hips surging upward. Lost in abandon, he roughly fucked Nate’s mouth as though he wanted nothing more than to finish right there. Nate shoved away his partner, drawing a growled protest. “Damn it, Nate.”

  “No, I need you inside me.” Nate grabbed the other man and hauled him into a demanding kiss. Bel swore more was left unspoken. Because of me? Neither of them offered up much until she asked questions. Liam proved to be a man of few words, and Nate said a lot and yet nothing much of substance.

  “Ottoman. On your back.”

  Compliance came immediately while Liam crossed the room to retrieve something from a drawer. A pot of viscous, homemade lube seemed the obvious answer. Using two fingers, he scooped up some of the substance and reached between Nate’s thighs. “Spread your cheeks.”

  Again, immediate compliance. Shit, she had to resist the urge to follow his every command. What the hell? She’d never met such an intense and dominant man. Liam embodied everything her father wanted to be—and failed.

  He shoved two fingers into Nate and pumped in and out with long, strong strokes.

  “More, Liam. I need more.”

  “I know. Hang on.” The tenderness in his tone sliced through her lust and made her aware of the unspoken conversation. Clearly, much went unsaid between the two, and yet their connection felt strong, so palpable, physical touch seemed unnecessary. Though wholly enjoyed. He added a third finger, stretched, and worked the dark Beast open.

  “Look at me, Nate.”

  Submission, respect, and love shone in storm-gray eyes. The powerful emotions were too much. She needed to leave. She didn’t belong there, a witness to such an intimate moment between the men. It felt special, intense. Interloper, screamed through the chaotic whirl of her thoughts. Worse than an interloper, she was an intruder.

  And then Liam lift
ed his legs and plunged into him. Sank deep until the front of his thighs pressed against the backs of Nate’s. They both cried out in pleasure and sucked her in again. Thoughts of leaving forgotten, she became entranced by their joining. The play of muscles as Liam pumped in and out of Nate. Filled him. Stretched him and gave him everything he wanted and needed.

  “Yes. Harder,” he begged and gripped the sides of the ottoman.

  Liam grunted but did not vary his pace or strength. “Who’s fucking you?”

  Her pussy throbbed with desire. Need. That could be her. All she had to do was say the word.

  “You are. Always you.”

  “Have I ever not given you what you need when you need it?” He thrust his hips hard and deep in punctuation.

  “No, Liam. Never.” He dragged in a breath and let it out. “So good.”

  And Bel had no doubt it was. Her body ached with desire. Need drove her to sit on her hands to keep from dragging them up her torso and over her breasts to relieve just a bit of tension. She could drop to her knees, swallow Nate’s shaft, and maybe then she could ease some of the need battering at her self-control. Her legendary self-control.

  “That’s right, bro. Hang on tight now.” He pounded into Nate’s ass with a ferocity the other man clearly loved. Nate moaned when the first spurt of cum shot from his dick to splatter across his chest. Droplets of pearly white dotted his phoenix. Liam reached down and fisted his rod, “Give me all of it.”

  Nate cried his lover’s name. His hips jerked in rhythm with Liam’s hand on his cock and dick in his ass. A few more pumps finished Nate off before Liam turned to his own pleasure. Thrusting long and deep, he pumped until he stiffened and cried out an inarticulate sound, more beastly than human. With Nate’s legs still wrapped around his hips he collapsed on top of him and sought his lips.

  Incredibly turned on and horrified by her reality as it crashed in, she jumped up from the couch and tore out of the room. Need pushed her to run away from The Beasts. Despite her flight, unexpected and unwanted doubts poked at her resolve. She ran blindly down the hall, uncaring of the cooler air against her breasts. With no idea where escape might lie, she finally slowed down and leaned against a bank of old lockers to catch her breath. With trembling fingers she refastened her vest and tried to erase the images of the men together. Oh, hell. She could never have predicted this kind of trouble.

  Nate waited as Liam pushed up and let his dick slide from his body. Lost in the euphoria of orgasm, it took the slamming of the door against the wall for them to realize Bel had fled. Aww, fuck. “We better go after her.”

  “On it.” Jeans hauled up, Liam strode out of the room barefoot while he groped on the floor for his own pants.

  A few moments later, he rounded the corner of the hall to find Liam stopped in front of a trembling Bel. He couldn’t hear what they said, but she let him pull her into his arms. Then he scooped her up and carried her his way. She looked scared and vulnerable tucked into Liam’s arms. A burning in his chest caused him to rub the spot right where his phoenix splashed across his pec. Whatever had her looking so scared and lost, he wanted to crush it for her. Needed to do battle for her. What the hell? Liam was the only one who had ever elicited such protectiveness.

  “I’m gonna put her in your old room.”

  “Sure man. I’ll get some blankets.” It felt too little, but all he could offer at the moment. A quick stop by the linen supply then their room for a shirt, and he hurried to his old room next door to their suite. Inside, Liam sat on the bed, still holding her. Silently, he stroked her hair and cuddled her. Nate knew firsthand how soothing it was to be held against that strong chest, to be stroked and petted until whatever worry you carried no longer seemed important.

  He also knew the agony of holding that same strong man as he wept for his family. It had nearly broken Nate to see his bro in such pain, but in the end it had brought them close enough to acknowledge the attraction between them. Drew them toward seeking solace and comfort through physical contact. Young, fragile, and unsure, they had handled each other with such care their first time. Each afraid to be too forceful. Over time, they’d learned to live with the loss while they discovered the joys of full-contact sex. The opportunity to indulge in rough handling and the heady mix of lust and anger that could pack a powerful punch as you hurtled over the precipice.

  “I brought the blankets and a shirt for her to sleep in.” Nate sidled up to the pair and set everything down. Together, they stood her up and undressed her.

  “No. Please. I can’t,” she mumbled sleepily. The emotional turmoil of the day had tapped all her reserves and left her exhausted.

  “No, pet. We just want to make you comfortable,” Nate whispered before he dropped the huge shirt over her head. It was Liam’s from earlier. He hoped the scent would calm her. Help her settle to sleep.

  While he cradled her against his chest, Liam made the bed. Afterward they tucked her in and each settled on one side of her. Snuggled between them, she drifted off to sleep.

  Once they were certain they wouldn’t wake her, they crept from the bed and retreated to their suite. They closed the door, stripped down again, and climbed into bed. Nate wrapped himself around his rock and breathed in his scent. Some days he couldn’t get enough of the smell of leather and man.

  “Hell of a day.” Liam’s chest beneath him rumbled with the words.

  “I know. So many highs and lows.” His stubbled cheek rasped against Liam’s chest, and he relished the contact.

  “Still don’t know what to do with her. So fucking sexy, and yet innocent in so many ways.”

  “Time will tell. No need to decide tonight, but I know she’s important. Important to me, important to us, and probably important to the future of The Beasts.”

  Liam squeezed him. “Well, aren’t you the sage one tonight.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Liam.”

  He chuckled, reached over and turned out the light and kissed Nate good night. The lingering question was what made her so important? Why were he and Liam driven to safeguard her when they barely knew her? Where would this protective urge lead them? To heaven, or straight to hell?

  ***

  A few mornings later, Bel woke to find her inner confusion still reigned. Despite three days of waking in the same room, it still felt strange. Unsettling. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she drew a deep breath. The scent of the two men surrounded her. Her pulse raced and panic had her looking around for them. Alone. She was finally alone. Drawing another breath, she trembled with need. She flopped her head forward in despair and caught a glimpse of what she wore. Not her clothing. With an economy of motion born of desperation, she stripped out of the garment. The smell of the men lessened, and her resolve strengthened. Her determination not to grow fond of them bolstered just a bit. She refused to think about the dreams that had been plaguing her for the last few nights since she’d watched them have sex. Refused to acknowledge what she’d learned about herself and her desires, the questions raised, and the doubts simmering below the surface from three days with Liam and Nate.

  Questions about who they were, how they were tied to her personal history, and their guilt. Which led to doubts about what she’d always believed to be true. Qualms about her father. And, holy hell, her desires. The unwanted yearning to be sandwiched between the two men. To feel their hands and mouths caressing every inch of her body.

  No. She had a goal. A purpose.

  Glancing around the room, she spotted her clothes neatly folded on a chair. Leather vest, pants, and boots on, she combed her fingers through her hair and plaited it back in her normal style. She’d worn it down the first few days to lend her a more feminine appeal. Today, she was all about distance. Whatever had made her vulnerable before could not be allowed to sway her again. She needed to dig deep and find the legendary control she prided herself on.

  She opened her door to find a woman standing there.

  Long red hair swept d
own her back, and her dark-green gaze assessed. “Liam asked for you to wait here.”

  “Am I a prisoner?” Bel didn’t care for her confrontational approach.

  “He didn’t say. Just wants you to wait here.” The woman—Red, since she neglected to offer a name—propped one hand on her hip.

  “And who’s going to stop me if I don’t want to?” Bel crossed her arms and widened her stance.

  “Maybe I will.” Red smirked.

  A quick, supplemental appraisal of her opponent answered her own question. It sure wouldn’t be Red. She was just being bitchy. Bel pushed past the startled girl and wandered down the hall looking for the main room she remembered from the night before. Behind her, the redhead’s heels—Seriously? High heels?—clacked on the hardwood floor. She drew closer, and the low murmur of voices got louder until she found the room. Standing in the entrance, she scanned the room to see if Liam or Nate was around. Nothing. Well, since the club had food laid out, she could start there. With a plate piled high, she grabbed a seat at a round table she didn’t remember seeing the night before. It seemed the room served as cafeteria, clubhouse, and sex club, depending on what they needed.

  First bite poised on her fork, a shadow loomed over her before a throat cleared. A glance up revealed a rather large and unfamiliar man standing over her. The owner of the clogged throat?

  “You don’t belong in here.” His deep rumble reminded her of her dad’s four banger. The engine, stripped from a small car, now powered his bike.

  “I’m just getting something to eat.” She shoved the bite in her mouth.

  “Roses eat down the hall. This is the men’s area in the mornings. No women unless someone is being serviced.” He unzipped the fly of his leathers and let his tool flop out. Since his hips were eye level with her, the display was hard to miss.