Her Alpha Avengers [The Hot Millionaires #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Zara Chase

  “Sorry.”

  “So am I,” he said. “But we do need to get to work. The light’s best up here in the mornings. Take your clothes off, babe, and let me look at you.”

  * * * *

  So this was it, Sabine thought. She was about to get naked in front of a man for reasons other than having sex. To her astonishment, she felt no embarrassment as she pulled her vest over her head and unfastened her shorts. Having had sex with both Fin and Otto in quick succession, she could no longer claim to be shy or unaware what she was getting herself into when she came up here to be with Gabe.

  Except that it seemed his art came before everything else. He clearly wanted her—his erection was too pronounced to leave her in any doubt about that—but he was more focused on his work. She wouldn’t take offence over that. Everyone knew that artists had tunnel vision.

  She glanced at him as she reached to unfasten her bra. He was watching her with unnerving stillness, an approving expression in his eye. But was he seeing her as a woman or as a challenging commission to be approached with originality and flair? She threw her bra aside with reckless abandon and slid her panties down her legs.

  “Now what happens?” she asked, standing in front of him, trying not to think about her belly being too round or her tits not being as large as she’d like.

  Gabe emitted a strangled moan. “Has anyone ever told you that you’ve got one hell of a body?”

  “Are you speaking as an artist or as a man?”

  “Both. You’ll be a sensation on canvas, you just mark my words.”

  “I’ll settle for being someone’s sensation in real life.” Damn, that came out all wrong. I sound like I’m fishing for compliments.

  Gabe looked surprised. “I took that as a given.”

  He strolled round her, examining every inch of her as though she were an item for sale in a shop window and he was looking for flaws. Well, he didn’t need to look too closely to find plenty of those on her body. She wanted to make some quip but could tell that she’d lost his attention. He was away in some artistic stratosphere where she couldn’t reach him. Sabine stood where she was, feeling exposed and vulnerable as she waited for him to say that he’d made a mistake and that the whole idea had been stupid.

  Another part of her brain willed him to settle her nerves by expressing his approval, even if he didn’t mean it. Her nipples had solidified, which had nothing to do with the cool temperature in the air-conditioned room. The glint in his eye as he examined her sent wild sensations ricocheting through her body. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and she’d been thoroughly fucked by his two buddies just the day before. Even so, her pussy was up for another bout and let her know it by leaking down her thigh. How embarrassing was that?

  “Do you like dragonflies?” he asked, breaking the intense silence between them.

  “Dragonflies?” What’s he talking about?

  “Yes, you know, those pretty things that live near ponds.”

  “I know what a dragonfly is. What I don’t understand is why you’re asking.”

  “You’d look great as a dragonfly.”

  “Thanks.” Sabine folded her arms resentfully beneath her breasts, a bit miffed. “Is that the best you can do by way of a compliment?”

  “I’m gonna paint your body—”

  “So you’re going through with that. I thought you were joking and would just want to paint me in the nude.”

  “Nah, it’s been done to death.” He flashed an enthusiastic smile that she couldn’t help returning. “Dragonflies are beautiful. Did you know that they have large, multifaceted eyes?” He touched one of her nipples with the tip of a finger. “These would make amazing eyes. That’s what made me think of it. They have two pairs of strong, transparent wings that I could paint over and below your tits, and an elongated body that would start between them and head toward your cunt.”

  “Go on,” she said, turned on by the fervour in his expression.

  “They have six legs, and I could elongate them so that they reached to your pussy, sort of like they were guarding the gates to heaven.” He tilted his head and continued to examine her. “Dragonflies can be all sorts of colours, but I see you in greens and blues.”

  “All right, but is it safe to use paint on human skin?”

  “It is now. The stuff I’ll use is nontoxic and nonallergenic.”

  “How long will it stay on for?”

  “About ten hours, give or take.” He smiled a full-wattage sexy smile that increased the seepage between her legs. “What do you say? You up for it?”

  “Yes, okay.” What else could she say? “So you’ll paint me first and then paint my painted body onto canvas.” She giggled at the clumsiness of her words. “Won’t that take longer than ten hours?”

  “Yeah, but I’ll take a ton of pictures of you once I’ve painted your body and finish off the canvas that way.” He rummaged about, finding what he needed to get started. “You ready?”

  “I guess. How will you apply the paint to my body?”

  “A combination of hands, brush, and sea sponge.”

  Good, she’d finally get to have his hands on her body. He quickly became absorbed in his work, not seeming to notice how turned on she became by the touch of the brush in her most intimate places. Sabine stood as still as she could, and Gabe worked quickly, with confidence, doing what he did best and being naturally creative.

  “I need a razor,” he said when he tried to paint the first leg over her pubis. “Your pubic hair’s growing back.”

  He disappeared into an adjoining room—a bathroom, presumably—and returned with a razor and shaving cream. He applied the cream all over her pussy and gently shaved away the near-invisible growth of hair. It was the sexiest moment of Sabine’s entire life. She was desperate to be fucked, but Gabe was fully concentrated on his task and didn’t seem to be similarly afflicted. Except that he was. He was tenting his shorts again but obviously didn’t want anything—not even the need to fuck her—to get in the way of his art. Damn it, why couldn’t he take a break from being an artist and let his masculine tendencies dominate for a while?

  “Okay, that’s better,” he said, wiping her newly shaven pussy dry. “Now for those legs.”

  When he’d finished his dragonfly he turned her toward a mirror.

  “What do you think, babe?”

  She gasped. “It’s amazing,” she said, meaning it. “You’ve turned me into something really beautiful.”

  “You are beautiful,” he said. “Never doubt it, but there’s something missing.” He frowned as he stood back and examined her. “Your shoulders and upper arms need to be the backdrop for the dragonfly.”

  He rummaged about some more and then set to work with a sponge. It didn’t take him long to create a pond scene with water lilies spilling down her arms and soft, rippling water flowing across her upper chest. The effect was stunning.

  “I feel like I’m looking at someone else inside my own body,” she said. “I wish it didn’t have to wash off so soon.”

  Gabe smiled as he snapped away from all angles with a digital camera. “Glad you like it.”

  “I do. You are so talented.”

  “Thanks.” He put the camera aside. “Right, now I need you to pose for a while. I’ll get the bare bones down on canvas and then finish it from the pictures.” He led her to a chaise. “Sit in the corner of that, darlin’, drape one arm along its back so that the pond extends, and spread your legs wide so I can see what the dragonfly’s legs are guarding.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He stood back and examined her, then stepped forward and released a few strands of her long hair from the clip holding it on top of her head.

  “Yeah, that does it.”

  He seemed to forget about her as he set up his easel and assembled his paints. He did a few bold brushstrokes but then stopped and frowned.

  “Something’s still not right,” he said.

  “What is it?”

  “Your expres
sion.”

  “What’s wrong with it?”

  Gabe rubbed his chin, regarding her closely as he tried to figure out what was missing. “I’m not sure.”

  “Well, I’m sorry, but I can’t help the way I look.”

  “I need you to appear more secretive, so that anyone looking at the canvas will wonder what you’re thinking about or what you’ve just done.”

  “I’m not sure if I can—”

  “I need the cat that got the cream expression.”

  Sabine flashed a radiant smile. “Then give me the cream,” she said.

  Chapter Ten

  Gabe groaned. He never should have said that. He’d only managed to resist her for this long because absolutely nothing—not even her sinfully tempting naked body or the shimmering frustration that he longed to eradicate from her eye—came between him and his art.

  “Not a good idea,” he said, trying to sound like he meant it.

  “Why not?”

  Now he’d made matters worse because she thought he wasn’t attracted to her. Hell, he’d been walking around with a raging hard-on, fighting that attraction all morning. She obviously didn’t understand how obsessive artists could be when inspiration struck.

  “Like I said, the light.” Geez, how lame is that?

  “The light’s no good to you if I don’t look right.” A flare of provoking laughter slipped past her lips. She had him, and they both knew it. “If you don’t want to help me find it, perhaps Fin or Otto would do the honours.”

  “Witch!”

  She shrugged. “It was only a suggestion.”

  “Which won’t get you anywhere. We’re not that possessive.”

  “Then I’ll do what has to be done, for the sake of your precious art, of course.”

  Gabe expelled a deep sigh. “Okay, you win, but if we’re gonna do this, we’ll need to be creative.”

  “Creative is what you do best.”

  “Yeah, it is.”

  She remained sitting with her legs splayed, moisture seeping from her cunt and trickling down her inner thigh. She was hot, more than ready for him, and wasn’t trying to hide it. He liked that about her. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go after it. He suspected that hadn’t always been the case, but Fin and Otto between them had clearly helped her get over a few self-imposed hurdles.

  “Hmm, let’s see.” A challenging expression illuminated her eyes as he looked at her but refrained from touching. On a whim, he reached for a paintbrush with a long handle and waved it across her freshly shaven pubis. “I can’t touch those lovely nipples of yours, and it’s gonna kill me, you know that?”

  She nipped her lower lip and sent him a flirtatious smile. “You should have done it earlier, whilst you had the chance.”

  “I was in the zone, babe.”

  “Do you always concentrate so hard on absolutely everything you do?”

  “Always.”

  Without warning her, he slipped the end of the paintbrush into her pussy and pushed it in as far as it would go.

  She laughed. “You planning to paint inside there, too?”

  Gabe stepped out of his shorts. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his cock was now free to express itself. It did so, jutting large and angry in front of him, jerking and pulsating when he closed his fingers round it to show her just what she’d let herself in for.

  “It looks as though you’ve gotten yourself into another sort of zone,” she said, moistening her lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

  “You look so damned sexy with that brush sticking out of your cunt,” he said softly. “I so want to replace it with my cock.”

  “No arguments this end.”

  “Yeah, but the paint.” He thought about it for a moment. “Kneel on the floor, Sabine, and rest your arms on the chaise. Don’t let your body, and especially not your tits, touch it, though. Can you do that for me?”

  “Sure.”

  She wiggled into position. “That okay?”

  “That’s more than okay.” He tapped her cute butt, now pointing invitingly up in the air. “If you could see yourself.” Gabe shook his head. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

  “Isn’t that kind of the point?”

  “Stay where you are. I’ll be right back.”

  Naked, Gabe flew down the stairs, got what he needed from the playroom, and rejoined her in record time.

  “Okay, sweetheart. We can’t do kissing, so, like I said, we need to get creative.”

  She could only have a sideways view of what he was about to do to her. He thought about blindfolding her but decided against it. Better that she knew what was coming, which would be both of them before they were too much older. Gabe had never been more desperate to get laid. Fin said she was a screamer and that she loved to express herself when she was on the point of climax. Gabe was all for free expression.

  He removed the paintbrush and replaced it with a large vibrator turned on to a low speed.

  “Like that?”

  “Hmm, it feels pretty good, for starters.”

  “How about this?”

  He squirted lube over her ass and rubbed it down the crack with long sweeps of his hands, one finger circling her anus as he did so. She pushed back against him and groaned.

  “Even better,” she said.

  He slid that finger into her backside without any difficulty because Sabine didn’t try to fight against the invasion.

  “Are you going to fuck my ass, Gabe, or do you have something else in mind?”

  “If you’ll let me then I’d love to take your sweet ass.”

  “I’ll be as mad as hell if you don’t.”

  He laughed at her desperation. “Need to punish you first, though.”

  He removed his finger and replaced it with a lubricated ass plug. She absorbed it with a soft moan, squirming until it settled comfortably deep inside her.

  “That’s it, Gabe. I really love that feeling.”

  “And I love it that you tell me these things. I need to know what you like the best.”

  “I like everything the three of you have done to me so far.”

  He chuckled. “Glad the service meets with your approval.”

  He stood up, picked up the switch he’d collected from downstairs, and brought it down over her ass with a fair amount of force. Her initial scream turned into an anguished sigh of approval.

  “Like that?”

  “You need to ask?” She turned her head sideways and smiled up at him. “I could take it a little harder, though.”

  Christ, she was killing him! She was so damned responsive. His prick twitched, and fire surged through his veins as he continued to chastise her. He loved the way her little ass jerked when he whacked it and how she made a sound that was halfway between a whimper and a sigh. He reached for the vibrator and turned it up another notch.

  “Hmm, that feels so damned good,” she said.

  “You’ve got a huge vibrator up your cunt, a plug up your ass, and I’m spanking the life out of you.” Gabe stood over her, switch in hand, breathing heavily. He looked down at her, and the vision that greeted him drugged his mind. Her ass was pink now where he’d whacked it, but she looked so damned cute, casting him sideways glances that begged for more of the same, that he really thought he might lose it. “What else do you need?” he asked.

  “Some clamps on my nipples would be good.”

  “Can’t be done, babe. The painting.”

  “Ah, of course, the painting. Nothing must ruin the painting.”

  “You sure you can take my cock up your ass, Sabine? I’m pretty big.”

  “Stop boasting.”

  “Just sayin’, is all. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

  “In case you hadn’t noticed, I enjoy being hurt.”

  “Yeah, you do, don’t you. I wish I could chain you up and do all sorts of other wicked things to you.”

  “Be my guest once the painting thing’s over.”

  “All three
of us together would like to take part. You up for that?”

  “Absolutely,” she said, without hesitation. “But right now, there’s something else I need rather badly.”

  She sounded dangerously close to begging. Gabe would have made her wait a bit longer because he’d like to hear her beg. Problem was, he was pretty desperate himself. He removed the plug from her ass and rubbed his cock down her crack. She moaned and wiggled closer to it.

  “That’s it, Gabe, you know what I need.”

  “You ever been fucked by two men at the same time?”

  “No, but I’d like to be. Is that being greedy?”

  “No, babe, it’s being the answer to our prayers. Anyway, I’ll give you a little bit of an idea what it’ll be like by leaving the vibrator where it is. It’s not the same as the real thing, of course.”

  “Fine by me.”

  Gabe pushed an inch of his cock into her tight back passage. He planned to work his way in slowly so as not to hurt her, but Sabine clearly wasn’t prepared to wait. She shoved her hips back against him, and he sank deeper than he’d intended.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Not at all. Keep going, Gabe. I really need to come.”

  “You will, honey. I’d love to touch your clit, but I’m afraid of disturbing the paint.”

  “You really are single-minded, aren’t you?”

  He inched a little farther into her, readiness coursing through his body as they moved together as though they’d done this a thousand times before. “Nope, not right now. If you knew just how close I am to not giving a shit about my painting.” He shook his head. “That’s never happened before.”

  “Then I’m flattered.”

  “You should be. Even so, we’re not gonna risk it. I absolutely don’t want my masterpiece getting damaged. I’d only regret it in the morning.”

  The both laughed. “Is that all I am to you?” She sighed as another inch of his cock invaded her ass. “Nothing more than a work of art.”

  “Nothing more?” He slapped her buttocks hard. “Do you realize what you just said, woman? There’s nothing more important than my art.”

  “In that case, I’m glad to have inspired you.”