Love and Punishment

by Sorcha Mowbray

  “Hot damn, pet. You are fucking smokin’ hot.” Nate moved closer, grabbed a fistful of ass, and laid a kiss filled with such ferocity Liam found himself battling a sliver of jealousy.

  While their lips remained locked, Liam slipped into the room and pressed up against her back. His cock had gone from no to go in seconds between her outfit and the kiss Nate still hadn’t let up on. Boner pressed to her ass and his bro’s hand, he sandwiched her between them and planted a kiss where her shoulder and neck met. Finally, Nate let her up for air, and he spun her around to say hello, too.

  “Shit, baby. Not sure it’s safe to let you walk around wearing that outfit.” Then he swept in and stole whatever words she might have given back.

  Nate squeezed up against her, picking up where Liam had left off with her neck. Eventually Liam ended their kiss slow and easy, nibbling at her mouth, and licking at her like the treat she was. Her eyes sparkled with desire when her lids lifted to half-mast.

  “Mmmm...and hello to you guys.”

  Liam drew a deep breath to resupply his body with oxygen and take in a heady gulp of their mingled scents. The three of them together produced a pretty spicy smell that only heightened his arousal. With a determined move, he stepped back. “Better get some dinner. The party will start soon.”

  “We’re still going?” Nate’s hands remained on her hips, and he buried his nose in her hair.

  “Yeah. We all need to eat, and we’ve been hoarding her away from the group long enough. They need to see her with us.” Liam pulled her from Nate’s grasp. “Hands off until later.”

  His dark head dropped forward on a groan. “You know, Liam, sometimes you’re a real bastard.”

  “Only when I have to be.” He tugged Bel against his side and stepped through the door. They paused to let Nate catch up and take his place on her other side. Together they walked down the hall and entered the main area. Tables were strewn around the room, and a mix of men and women sat eating and talking. This was their family, now. It wasn’t his original family, but they had become his—and Nate’s. Their people.

  They’d risen from their ranks to become leaders after the riots had resulted in Duke’s death. Truth be told, they were both pretty sure someone in The Beasts took him out. He’d gone a little crazy, trying to start a damn war with the Devil’s Disciples. Young and too stupid to know better, he and Nate had allowed themselves to be sucked into the plot. As a result, they found themselves accused of killing Priestly’s wife. Nobody knew what had really gone down except them, Duke, and Mano. Their leader had wound up dead, and Mano had disappeared. Being gone ensured he couldn’t get dead, too.

  Shaking off the melancholy trip down memory lane, Liam led their little group into the room and picked a table. Leaving Bel with Nate, he got food for them from across the room. Once they settled in, a few of the key Beasts came to join them.

  “So, Boss, you two staying for the party tonight?” Harlon wouldn’t meet their eyes while he dug for info, but he did take a bite of his sandwich.

  “Yeah, we’re staying. It’s a new member party. Can’t miss that.” Nate punched their bro in the shoulder.

  “Haven’t been around much lately. We weren’t sure.” Censure laced the words, but Liam let it go. Sometimes the truth hurt.

  “We figured this is a good night to really introduce Bel to everyone,” Liam replied. A stealthy glance at the woman between him and Nate proved she sat quiet but proud. Head up, shoulders back, and breasts out. No shrinking violet there.

  One of the girls, Alexandra, leaned forward and sort of around him. “Bel, have the boys been showing you around the compound?”

  “They’ve showed me some. I’m sure there’s more we haven’t made time to see yet.” Bel offered a polite smile.

  She laughed. “I’m sure. Well, I’m Alex. If you want the full tour, just let me know. I’m usually back in the warehouse.”

  “Thank you.” Bel nodded.

  The group finished eating amidst the discussion of daily matters floating back and forth across the table. A couple of their delivery routes had run into problems requiring a security detail to ride along. Not an unusual issue, but something to keep an eye on. Production was going well, and Harlon promised a pretty spectacular new batch of the Red Wolf Ale. Apparently he tweaked his recipe.

  Having made him brewmaster, they’d pretty well left him to do what he did best. He’d always kept to himself unless seeking sex. At least, he had until Alex came around. She was his assistant brewmaster, and while they were convinced the two belonged together, Harlon and Alex had not reached the same conclusion. Yet.

  After the meal, the group cleaned up their plates, and the guys responsible for the festivities started rearranging the room. Tables and chairs disappeared to be replaced by couches previously tucked along the walls. Music pumped from their sound system, and the party got moving. The three of them shifted over to Nate and Liam’s usual couch and settled in to watch the fun while sipping the new Red Wolf. As promised, the stuff tasted damn good.

  Tilting toward Bel, he drew in her perfume mixed with the smell of leather. The growing tightness between his legs indicated how much she turned him on. “I thought you’d want to know what to expect from the ceremony.”

  “I am curious. I was never permitted to attend inductions for The Devils.”

  Had to be a reason. Maybe something more than violence her father didn’t want her to know? “The prospect will come forward, escorted by two sponsors. He will demonstrate his subservience to Nate and I as his leaders. Then he will display his ink, showing his loyalty to The Beasts. Afterward the party begins. Pretty simple process, but some people have an issue showing subservience.”

  “How do you determine if they have done enough?” She angled her head toward him, which caused a lock of her hair to fall over his shoulder and caress his skin. The silken skein teased his senses.

  “It’s all or nothing. They have two options, regardless of gender or sexual preferences: suck one of us off or let one of us fuck them. The intent is to prove their trust and show they can suppress whatever their natural inclinations are to do our bidding. Everyone here who displays the ink has done the same for the leader of The Beasts at the time of their joining. I sucked off Duke, the Beasts’ leader when I joined, and Nate let him fuck him. It’s part of the rite of passage.”

  She bit her lip and worried it between her teeth. “And tonight?”

  “Tonight is Shep’s choice. He chooses which one of us and what we do. We are bound to fulfill our part of the ceremony.” Liam waited for her reaction, but nothing seemed to change. No facial shift, no breathing changes, nothing.

  “Hhhmmm….”

  Nate nudged her. “The guys are ready to start.”

  Bel took in the scene before her. Three men stood waiting for Liam and Nate to acknowledge them. One had his hands pulled behind his back with the man on either side holding a biceps. Tall with a curly blond mop of hair and clear blue eyes which, when paired together, lent him a very boyish look until you took in the roped muscles sculpting his T-shirt. Immediately he went from boyish to fallen angel clad in a black shirt, worn jeans, and black boots. Harlon and a man she didn’t know led the prospect forward.

  Butch, the man she had taken down, stood off to the side. “On your knees, Prospect.”

  “Think you’re man enough to be a Beast?” Liam’s deep voice rumbled next to her and sent zips of desire straight to her pussy. The man’s voice drew her like a siren’s song.

  “I hope to prove myself now and through the years ahead.” Shep’s lips moved and drew her attention. Pink and plump, they looked infinitely kissable. Yep. Fallen angel.

  “Then choose your demonstration of submission and loyalty.” Nate spoke on her other side and her body bumped up the tingle, which caused her thighs to clamp together in an attempt to alleviate her growing discomfort.

  “I’ll suck you off.” The man’s cheeks dusted pink, but he held
Nate’s gaze a moment before offering his submission by lowering to the floor.

  “Crawl over here.” Bel couldn’t help but watch when Nate opened his fly. His semi-hard erection peeked from behind the opening. Dry lips begged for moisture, so she slipped her tongue out and over the parched skin. Nate’s gaze followed the movement, and he winked before returning to the man crouched between his thighs. With little fanfare, he pulled his dick out and presented it to the worried-looking prospect.

  Bel kind of felt bad for Shep, having been faced with the daunting prospect of sucking the impressive cock herself. But conquering her fear turned out to be well worth the effort. The young man reached up and grabbed the shaft. It grew thicker and longer with each passing moment until the fallen angel leaned over and licked the tip. Nate sat back, quieter than she’d ever heard him during sex.

  Shep paused a moment. She’d lay odds he fell squarely into the hetero column before this. But, he went for it. Taking the base of Nate’s rod in his fist, he shoved more of the hard flesh between his lips. His head bobbed up and down, and more disappeared with each pass.

  Nipples pressed against her leather top, panties soaked by her desire, and her gaze fastened on the point where heavenly lips met sueded steel, she nearly leapt off the couch when a hand dove inside her top and wrapped around her breast. Liam’s touch both calmed and excited. “You are such a little voyeur.”

  “I’m used to watching life.” Always the observer, never allowed to act. Not until now, and here she was way over her head.

  Nate groaned and shoved his hand into the mass of curls in his lap. His hips jerked upward to meet each slurping slide of Shep’s mouth. “Suck it. All of it.” He jammed his cock into the back of the guy’s throat on a gentle but determined thrust. “That’s it. Swallow. Let me in.”

  By then, her own hips wiggled with need. Thankfully, Liam’s free hand delved between her thighs and spread them nice and wide. With one leg hooked over his big muscle-packed quad, her skirt slipped up to her hips, and everyone not staring at Shep worshipping Nate’s rod had a clear view of her soaked panties.

  “Don’t move.” Liam let go of her thigh and reached down between her legs to wrap his fingers around the soaked crotch of her underwear. With a violent jerk that damn near made her cream, he ripped her panties off to expose her pussy to the room. Cool air washed over sizzling flesh. Breath by breath, heartbeat by heartbeat, she crept back from the edge of orgasm. Until her world imploded as Liam shoved three fingers into her pussy. Sharp jolts of pleasure racked her body mimicking a series of contractions. Each wave grew shorter and came further and further apart. Slowly, she floated back to awareness.

  She lifted heavy eyelids and caught the visual of Nate giving one last thrust into Shep’s eager mouth. The blond remained latched onto Nate’s shaft until the last shudders of bliss wracked him. The innocent looking young man pulled back his head and came up licking his lips to catch any scattered dribbles.

  “Your offering is accepted and, from what I can see, well received.” Liam’s chest rumbled against her back sending a pleasurable hum of vibrations through her body. “Now, stand and show your loyalty to all Beasts.”

  Shep rose to his feet, stepped back, and ditched his shirt before unfastening his trousers. Careful of his massive erection—he certainly gave both Liam and Nate a run for their money in the endowment department—he lowered the zipper of his pants and pushed them to his ankles.

  “Impressive,” Nate murmured beside her, and she wasn’t sure if he referenced the cockstand or the fucking huge tattoo that blazed from his groin up over his hip to wrap around the cheek of his ass. The club’s logo reigned on his skin with regal glory and a stunning level of detail that made her skin itch to have a similar piece of art. Because it was art. The detail, the colors, the ink were all amazing.

  “Turn and show your family.” Liam issued the order as he shifted her leg off his and closed her thighs.

  Nate pressed against her other side again and spoke low, “Watching you get off on him sucking my cock pushed me over the edge. So. Fucking. Hot.”

  How on earth it could be possible, she couldn’t be sure, but desire roared back to life and made her pussy ache once again.

  “I-I—” The words refused to come. Left her unable to express her need to have them both in that instant.

  “Hang on, pet. We need to stay a little longer until things start up. Afterward, if you want more, we can take care of you here or slip away.” Nate took her mouth. No gentle nibbles. No sensuous licks. He plunged in, commanded, owned her mouth and her body in a way she refused to acknowledge despite the fact she surrendered to it. When he pulled back, Liam cleared his throat.

  Heat suffused her cheeks as she faced him and caught the speculative gleam in his eyes. “Hang on, baby.”

  A glance around the room revealed, despite her super-hot kiss with Nate, they were not the center of attention. That honor fell to Shep, whose dick currently resided deep in Teal’s throat. The circle of Beasts tightened, everyone vying for the best possible view. Nate offered her names and some background on the undercurrents running through the moment. “You remember Teal.”

  “Yeah.” Flashes of having Liam’s cock in her mouth while Nate fucked her pussy and ass assaulted her along with the desire to experience the flood of sensations all over again.

  “His two sponsors get to join in now if they choose to. Harlon, you met earlier, and the other man is Sin. He refuses to tell anyone his first name, but his last name is Sinclair, and over the years it got shortened to Sin. Also, he enjoys being a bad boy.”

  Harlon dropped trou and plunged his hard length into Teal’s pussy from behind. She continued sucking Shep’s dick like it was the best thing she’d ever had between her lips. Behind the fallen angel, Sin crouched down. His face pressed into the man’s ass cheeks, which totally confused Bel for a moment. Curious, she watched him reach up, cup the mounds of flesh with two meaty hands, and spread the cheeks. Bel was taken by surprise. Her rear hole puckered when she imagined meaty hands molded to her ass while a tongue drove into that orifice.

  Then a ripple of movement from the crowd around the party drew her eye. The woman she had met earlier, Alex, turned from the tableau with what Bel would have sworn were tears in her eyes. Who was she upset over? Which man or maybe it was a woman?

  Once again reading her thoughts, or perhaps he just followed her gaze, Nate commented, “Alex needs to tell Harlon how she feels and stop hoping he’ll figure it out.”

  Something primal and fierce came to life in her chest. “Why should she be the one to expose herself first? Doesn’t he feel the same way about her?”

  “He does. But men are sometimes too pigheaded to get out of their own way.” Nate winked at her.

  A laugh bubbled up in response to his rather forthright observation. Her attention returned to the foursome and she discovered some of the crowd had thinned. New pairings and groups formed around the room leaving the foursome to their fun. A few couples lingered to watch and at least one woman kneeled and sucked her man.

  Need assaulted her again while she followed the action. Sin had a finger or two plunged into Shep’s ass as he reached around and fondled his balls. The poor fallen angel writhed in ecstasy. Teal took him over the edge, and Harlon plunged into her body, pumping furiously when he exploded with a shout. The whole scene had her on the edge again and her men—she had to stop thinking shit like that—knew it. Liam opened his own pants, pulling his cock out and she fell on it without question. Hungry to be filled, even if only her mouth, she took him in and sucked him deep. She slid her mouth up and down the hard length while Nate twisted her until she knelt on the couch on all fours. Before she realized his intent, he’d tongued her from clit to ass. Bliss threatened her, teased her, but never allowed her to come apart. Instead, Nate tortured her with his tongue, lips, teeth, and fingers. Impaled on his digits with nowhere to go, she reveled in each deep thrust into her trembling flesh.<
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  Lips still wrapped around Liam’s cock, she hummed when he snaked his fingers into her hair and guided her down over his shaft. “Hell yes, baby.”

  Nate chuckled behind her. “She’s good with that mouth, isn’t she?”

  “Uhnh,” Came his strangled reply.

  Lost in their own little bubble and on the verge of coming again, her peace shattered. An already hated voice broke in. “Can anyone take a turn?”

  All motion stopped between the three of them, until Liam pushed on her head. “Nobody said stop, baby.”

  What the fuck? So, Butch, the guy whose ass she kicked, walked up and asked for a turn as casual as though asking for a ride on a merry-go-round and Liam told her to keep sucking? Anger churned in her gut and withered her pleasure.

  Thwap.

  Her ass lit up, from Nate’s palm, she assumed. “He said to keep sucking, pet.”

  Eyes closed tight against the scene playing out around her, she strove for a sense of calm. They wanted to make a point to the asshole while not giving him too much credence. At least, that’s what she hoped they intended. She returned to her up and down motion, slurping more of his dick into her mouth and tried to block out the conversation.

  “No. She’s not common property.” Liam’s voice soothed her frazzled nerves and helped her settle on keeping his interest with her.

  Nate resumed fingering her pussy, working his fingers at varying speeds.

  “She has no ink and no rings. That usually makes her available for everyone.” Butch pressed his case.

  Nate licked from his fingers back to her pink pucker before he drove his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. He invaded her, stretched her virgin hole while Liam pulled her mouth off his dick. Spit dripped down over his balls as he held her head up by her hair. At a complete loss for how to react, part of her wanted to lash out in fury, part of her wanted to lap at his saliva-wet shaft, and the rest of her wanted to beg for his cock to be returned to her mouth. The latter two desires beat out the fury and she whimpered with need.