Temptation's Hold [Temptation, Wyoming 4]

by Zoey Marcel

  Chanel wondered if Brad wanted to be the one to cover over the mark Lucius had left on her.

  Cory grinned and bounced on the mattress over to her. He gave her a sweet peck on the lips and leaned over her body, lips hovering over the skin on her left shoulder. “You want me as your mate? The bond isn’t just until death, you know. It’s forever.”

  She smiled and caressed his cheek. “That’s the way I want it.”

  He nuzzled her face before his canines lowered and he sank them into her flesh. The pain reminded her of the same blinding agony she’d felt when Lucius bit her, but this time it quickly gave way to unreal pleasure that elevated her senses. Was it because they were true mates that nirvana accompanied it?

  Despite her fear of Lucius’s retaliation, nothing had ever felt as right as letting Cory claim her. She belonged to him as she did to Dawson and would in a few moments to Brad as well. This was what she wanted.

  Brad tongued her vigorously while his brother bit her. The combination of pain and pleasure heightened her senses until orgasm became inevitable. She came screaming and writhing beneath her men until her body went limp with exertion.

  Cory lapped up the blood, grinning from ear to ear when he saw the love bite he’d given her. “Yeah, I’m good.”

  Chanel giggled. “Yes, you are. That was amazing.”

  “My turn.” Brad nodded with his head to the side, indicating that Cory should move.

  Cory got out of the way and Brad moved in. He was still clothed, but as soon as he freed her she would change that. She held his loving gaze, feeling a burden lift from her shoulders. In a matter of seconds, this would all be over and she’d be free—free to love them—free to make a life with them.

  Chanel grew cold with terror when she saw Lucius’s face in her mind and heard his voice booming in her head.

  “If you let him claim you, I’ll kill them all and drag you down to hell with me,” he threatened with a menacing growl.

  She broke down and started bawling. “No, Lucius! Stop, please!”

  A look of disappointment crossed over Brad’s face before his features hardened with anger, but not at her. “Is he in your head right now, or are you using your safe word?”

  “I don’t want you fucking them. You know that,” Lucius reminded her. The severity in his tone was unmistakable.

  Her eyes squeezed shut, milking the tears from her ducts. “I told you this would happen.”

  “Is the motherfucker in your head?” Brad’s raised voice startled her.

  “Tell them you’re using your safe word,” Lucius commanded.

  Chanel’s eyes closed tighter as the tears came faster. “I’m using my safe word.”

  Chapter Seventeen:

  Ultimatum

  The deathly quiet ride home was awkward and miserable. Chanel’s heart felt heavy in her aching chest as she stared out the window into the cold darkness. None of the brothers said a word during the drive or even when they all exited the vehicle.

  Cory unlocked the front door and barged into the house, slamming it shut behind him.

  She felt Dawson’s sad eyes resting on her as he hesitated a moment before heading indoors with a grieved sigh.

  Brad didn’t go inside. Why the hell couldn’t he just follow suit? His eyes burned into the back of her skull as she meandered away from the house into the darkness.

  “What happened back there, Chanel?”

  She never knew the sound of her own name could seem so ominous. It sounded like the prelude to a penalty on his tongue at the moment. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  She knew that line was a mistake before she ever even heard his response. His long, giraffe-like strides brought him to her side too quickly for comfort and his firm grip felt like a vise around her arm as he kept her from walking away from him.

  “I’ve had just about enough of your bullshit. You weren’t using your safe word when you said his name. You were talking to him through your psychic connection.”

  Chanel neither confirmed nor denied it, but she knew her silence gave her away.

  “He threatened you, didn’t he...if I claimed you?”

  She sniffled, blinking back the tears. “He said he would kill all of you and drag me down to hell with him if I let you claim me. He was quiet when Cory claimed me. I don’t understand.”

  Brad directed her body to face him and hooked a finger under her chin. “He knows if all three of us claim you it’ll destroy the power he has over you because we’re your true mates. We could’ve fixed this tonight, love, if you hadn’t faltered in your resolve.”

  She shook her head, but his hold on her never wavered. “When Lucius sets his mind to something, he follows through with it, come hell or high water. He isn’t going to give up simply because I belong to someone else. I don’t want any of you getting hurt because of me.”

  “That’s not going to happen, sweetheart. I promise you.”

  “But he could kill you and the baby if—”

  Brad’s fingers tightened against her jaw and he lowered his tone, but the subdued volume did nothing to hide the jurisdiction he somehow had over her. “Just stop.”

  Her spirit slipped into a state of ease at his gentle order. Holding his loving, commanding gaze gave her a feeling of warmth akin to a cozy blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

  “I need to claim you, Chanel. I’m going to.”

  His hand on her jaw curtailed her weak attempt at retreat, but her protesting movement gave him pause.

  “It’s the only way. You know that.”

  “I could kill him.”

  His frigid glare made her shiver and regret having opened her mouth.

  He let go of her chin and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her toward him. “If you do anything that stupid I’ll take my belt to your ass. I’d kill the son of bitch myself if I could find him. He’s found some way to cover up his scent. But you don’t ever put yourself or the baby in danger.”

  “You can’t be with me 24/7, Brad. Cory had to leave for work and I was only alone for about a half hour when Lucius made his move at the library.”

  “Which is precisely why you’re not to ever be left alone again until he’s taken care of.”

  “Are you going to hold my hand in the bathroom, too?” she quipped.

  “Don’t get smart with me. If you’d just let me bite you, you’d be safe and you wouldn’t have to live in fear like this.”

  “You think I want it this way? Tonight was utterly amazing. Having the three of you there in bed with me and being handcuffed while you had your way with me was the most erotic experience of my life. I wanted all of you so bad and I couldn’t touch you because of him.” Her heart throbbed with sorrow when she looked at Brad, wanting so badly to lie in his arms and let him erase all her troubles.

  “Because of you,” he countered. “He gives you commands and you follow them whether you want to or not. What do you think that makes you?”

  Chanel shot him a warning glance. “Don’t.”

  “You keep bending to the will of that puppet master like his slave.”

  “I’m not his slave.”

  Brad’s tranquil tone became more of a yell. “Like hell you’re not! He tells you to jump and you ask how high. You let him beat the shit out of you and nearly turn you into a fucking demon. Hell, you’d probably fuck him if he told you to.”

  Without considering the consequences, she lunged at Brad and pounded her fists against his chest, but his towering height and lightning-quick reflexes prevented her from reaching his face like she wanted to. “Damn you! I’m not a fucking slave!”

  “Denying it won’t change anything.”

  “Shut up!” Chanel screeched her frustration when he caught her wrist before she could slap him.

  His face darkened and his tone deepened. “What did I say about telling me to shut up?”

  She tried to pull her hand away, but his grasp on her wrist only tightened, which she found both startling and strangely arousing.
“I’ll tell you to shut up all I want to, you knuckle-dragging caveman!”

  Even she knew her bratty behavior earned her what happened next.

  “That’s it!”

  Brad had her pants opened and pulled down along with her panties before it even hit her. The sudden action surprised a gasp from her and he used his strength to pull her down over his lap as he swiftly sat down on a tree stump. Her buttocks quivered at the sharp caress of the cold wind and the apprehension of her impending spanking. She yelped and flailed at the series of slaps that came thundering down on her ass. Each strike, while anticipated, never seemed to hit where she expected it to and the element of surprise kept her on edge.

  “There aren’t enough hours in the day to spank the stubbornness out of you, are there, brat?”

  She moaned at his taunting and the way he held her down on his lap when she struggled against him.

  “No man disciplines you but me!” Lucius yelled in her mind.

  Chanel quaked with fright, cringing at the sudden flare of pain on her bite mark. He was punishing her. Lucius was punishing her for letting Brad punish her. She tried to get up, but the cowboy wouldn’t let her as he supplied her with additional slaps for attempting to escape.

  “Oh god, he’s angry! Please let me up, Brad.”

  “Good. Let him be angry. No one’s going to stop me from punishing my submissive,” Brad said fearlessly.

  Lucius snarled in her head and she freaked. “Oh god, don’t call me that! You idiot, are you trying to piss him off?”

  “I don’t give a damn whether he’s pissed off or happy as a clam,” Brad told her, shoving a finger up her vagina.

  A faint gasp slipped from her and disappeared into the night as the magnitude of the spankings finally hit her. The intense heat blooming on her backside had traveled and ignited her pussy in fiery decadence. The provocative after burn of her punishment left her hungry for the cock she felt bulging in his pants.

  “Do you feel how wet you are, babe? You cream every time I put my hands on you,” Brad taunted brazenly. “You crave my touch and my punishment. You’re every inch my submissive.”

  “Brad, stop! He’ll hear you.” She shuddered, knowing her lover’s tongue was digging his own grave.

  The fierce swat on her ass cheek snagged a mangled outcry from her as it reacquainted her with the familiar sting and coveted burn she craved. Her whimper gave away her need for him and her pussy clutched the air when his finger retreated. Her heart jumped when his finger appeared in front of her lips.

  “Taste yourself, sweetheart. This is what happens to your body when you want me.”

  The way he wiped his finger against her lips and smeared her essence all over them while taunting her was dirty and carnal. Chanel slurped his digit clean, savoring the taste of her own sexual excitement, which she’d discovered a secret appetite for during one of her masturbating sessions. Somehow the fluid tasted that much sweeter and thicker when Brad was the one playing with her.

  “It’s good, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, not recognizing the breathless possession he’d plunged her into.

  “Your nectar tastes sweet whenever I dominate you. What can that mean, I wonder?”

  She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile at his facetiousness. “You’re going to make him really mad, Brad.”

  “Good. Let’s see how else we can piss him off.” Brad got up and she came down on her knees. “I bet it’ll really piss him off when I bareback your hot little ass.”

  “Oh no!”

  Chanel hoped the protest would somehow appease Lucius’s wrath, but he had to see past her facade to the fact that she didn’t try to crawl away from Brad and did little to oppose him when he pushed her down on her elbows and got behind her on his knees.

  “This is what you wanted. You asked me to take you this way earlier.”

  “Yes, but I shouldn’t have. That was Lucius’s favorite place on me and if you were to take me there and without a condom—” She shrieked into the palm of his hand and melted into the swell of heat over being forcibly silenced. She’d always loved that during sex.

  “I’m fucking you, slave. I don’t want to hear his name come out of you again or there’s going to be hell to pay. Got it?”

  Chanel nodded, unable to believe the word slave didn’t make her run screaming this time. She wasn’t afraid. Oddly, the word made her hot like it used to when Lucius called her by it. But Brad wasn’t her Master. Was he?

  The cold from the ground seeped through her skin, but her lycan genes seemed to prevent her from freezing despite the snow on the ground that had started to melt earlier. The cool slickness of lube being pushed into her asshole made her tremble as her system became flooded with heat and cold.

  “You want it—my cock pumping in and out of your tight ass, don’t you, babe?”

  “Yes,” she answered through a long moan as she moved against his fingers, fucking herself on them.

  The chilly draft on her puckered hole when Brad parted her butt cheeks made her anus quiver and she tensed. His broad cockhead nudging up against her tiny rosette was the only warning she had before he pushed into her. Chanel relaxed her anal muscles as she felt the hot thickness of him sinking slowly into her ass. The tight ring of muscles gave way to his will as his impressive girth stretched her and his generous length filled her deeper than she thought possible.

  She couldn’t hear Lucius’s voice in her head and wondered where he went. All was forgotten when Brad began to thrust into her body and she felt his bare organ tunneling deep inside her rectum. If a slow, gentle motion had been his original intent, it was over within a few steady pumps. His heady groans became feral grunts as he quickened his strokes into a hard, rapid fuck.

  His balls slamming against her sore ass added a subtle punishment to the session that she found irresistible. The way the gritty dirt became lodged beneath her fingernails when she clawed at the ground made the act seem raw and filthy in a way that drove her crazy with bliss.

  “Jesus, Chanel!” Brad ground out as he braced himself on her hips and held her in place while he had his way with her.

  Chanel gave herself over to the conquered feeling being barebacked up the ass by him was turning out to be. She surrendered to the helpless mewls of ecstasy as he plundered her most sacred of holes and dominated her into a state of blissful acceptance.

  She let her pelvis drop, hoping to use the hard ground to get herself off, but he pulled her hips upward to prevent her. She let out a needy groan of desperation, feeling the cold slush of snow in her palm when his vigorous thrust pushed her forward more.

  “Master, please let me come.” All movement stopped and her eyes flew open, lips parting in shock.

  “What was that?” Brad asked quietly.

  “Yes, Chanel, what was that?” Lucius demanded.

  She cringed, body quaking with fright over her mistake. She’d called Brad Master. Lucius would never forgive her for that. He would undoubtedly kill Brad for it.

  “I said, ‘Brad, please let me come.’” Hopefully, he was stupid.

  “That’s not what you said.”

  Crap, he wasn’t an idiot. She knew he wouldn’t be. Damn his good hearing.

  “You called me Master, Chanel. Say it again.”

  She shook her head rapidly, making the ridiculous attempt to crawl away from him.

  Brad chuckled and held her still. “I’m buried balls deep in your ass, sweetheart. Where are you going to go?”

  “Forget I said it. I say a lot of things when I’m this high.”

  “I know. You’re at your most sincere when you’re in bed with us. You’ve fantasized about surrendering everything over to me, haven’t you?”

  “No kidding, Brad. We’re having sex.”

  He dared to let out a smug, sexy chuckle from behind her. “Always sarcastic when cornered, aren’t you, babe? Never mind that I can see through every little feminine facade you throw at me. You want to be my slave, don�
��t you?”

  The word made her hot again and her cunt ached to be filled. Oh my god, she did want to be his slave. Lucius must never know. She yipped when Brad swatted her ass for ignoring his question.

  “Answer me, slave.”

  “I’m not your slave.” Even she was skeptical of the weak protest she uttered against the cold earth. The gritty scent of soil filled her nose as did the raunchy aroma of sex. Both made her feel hot and dirty that she was taking it up the ass from a Dom outdoors.

  “You called me Master. That’s what a slave calls the one she submits to,” Brad whispered into her ear, eliciting a violent shiver as he trailed his fingers up and down her bare arms. Had she rolled her sleeves up or had he?

  Chanel lost her breath when she felt his big, manly hand press between her shoulder blades as he forced her down lower so her cheek was smashed against the hard earth, cushioned only by a bit of dewy grass. He guided her arm and coaxed her hand up under her shirt and bra.

  “Touch your tits while I fuck you. Use both hands.”

  She moaned as she wiggled so one hand cupped each breast, flinching when he spanked her ass once.

  “Did you hear me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  She grimaced. “Yes, Sir.”

  He wanted her to call him Master, but she couldn’t without enraging Lucius. Sir should please Brad. After all, it was what many subs called their Doms. But it wasn’t how a slave referred to the one they surrendered to.

  The way Brad slapped her fanny and then pounded into her ass told her he knew damned well that she’d held back with him and he was displeased with her because of it.

  The brutal thrusts of his dick felt like discipline, nurturing her guilt that she’d disappointed him. Simultaneously, the manic throttling back there felt phenomenal as his movements caused her to lurch forward and her cheek to graze against the ground. The loud slap of his balls hitting her ass made her wild and the vicious pounding of his cock proved to be too much to handle, yet the punishing force showered her with sensations that made her scream with pleasure.

  “Shit!” Brad leaned over her more and feathered his fingers over her smooth pussy, making her scream. “Call me Master again and I’ll let you come.”