Tales of the Shareem, Volume 2

by Allyson James

  “Gods,” Braden groaned. “I’m close. Don’t let me come too soon, all right, baby?”

  “Did you hear him?” Calder’s lips were close to her ear. “Don’t let him come too soon.”

  Katrina nodded. She’d never been so aware of feelings—the silk of her own hair on her neck, the heat of Calder’s breath, the soft rug beneath her knees, the blood pounding through the cock under her hand.

  “Hold on to it,” Calder ordered. “Squeeze it in your fist.”

  She gripped tentatively. The cock’s head moved upward and Braden’s skin tightened around it. Braden closed his eyes, making a sound of pleasure.

  “Stroke it,” Calder said.

  Katarina’s hand moved all the way down to Braden’s sac then back up the length to his tip. And again.

  “Stroke his balls.” Calder touched the soft ringlets against her neck. “Put your finger around them, like that.” He held up his forefinger and thumb, making a ring.

  Katarina moved her hand down to Braden’s scrotum and tried to do as Calder instructed, but her fingers were clumsy. Calder moved her hand into the right position, making her ring one of Braden’s balls with finger and thumb.

  Braden’s eyes were half-closed, his cheekbones flushed. He kept his arms stretched across the back of the sofa but watched Katarina intently.

  Fucking Braden. The words pounded through Calder’s head. Why did he have to bring Katarina back here?

  Calder wanted Katarina, of course he did—what man wouldn’t? But he wasn’t about to rip open his fly and beg her to rub her hands and tongue all over him. No matter how much he wanted to.

  That’s not what Calder did. He controlled the situation. He let the lady have only what he wanted to give her.

  “I’m going to come,” Braden said. “Damn it, I don’t want to, not yet.”

  “Don’t let him come,” Calder said to her.

  “How do I stop it?”

  Braden moved his large hand to the base of his sac. “Hold me here. Pinch it.”

  Katarina kept the ring of her thumb and finger on Braden’s testicle and used her other hand to pinch where Braden showed her. His cock stood up on its own, so tight it must hurt him.

  Calder’s cock pounded, but he didn’t dare touch himself. He knew he’d come inside his clothes if he did, and damned if he would let Katarina know that. He was master here, he orchestrated the encounter.

  Yeah, right.

  “Lick it,” Calder said, continuing to stroke Katarina’s warm brown hair. “Lick his head, suck it into your mouth. Taste it.”

  “Gods, you’re evil,” Braden said.

  But Braden made no objection as Katarina, moving hesitantly, leaned down and curled her mouth around the head of his cock.

  Calder rubbed his erection against Katarina’s body, sucking in a breath at the wild tingle the action generated.

  “What does he taste like?” he asked her.

  Katarina raised her head and looked at him. “Smooth. Kind of sharp at the same time.”

  “Bite it. A little nibble, around the flange.”

  Katarina moved her head back down, sucking the head between her lips. Braden brought one hand down to stroke her hair, eyes still closed. He swayed on the couch, murmuring, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  Calder couldn’t take it anymore. He was as Shareem as Braden, which meant he was as desperate. He had to either stroke himself off or have her do it for him. Didn’t matter, he needed release now.

  He made himself calmly unfasten his leggings. No ripping them open, no thrusting them down and begging for her.

  Calder had designed his clothes so that his cock alone could be released but his scarred thighs would remain hidden. “Suck this one too.”

  Katarina flushed as she looked over at him. She studied Calder’s jutting cock for a long time—too long—then she leaned down and closed her wet mouth over him.

  Big mistake. Katarina traced Calder’s head with her tongue, sucking and biting like he’d ordered her to do to Braden. He was amazed Braden hadn’t come yet, screaming in release. The man had more control than Calder thought.

  “Slowly,” Calder said. “Make it last for me.”

  Katarina toned down the sucking but the slow tasting didn’t make Calder any less needy.

  “Hey,” Braden said petulantly, eyes opening a slit. “What about my needs?”

  “Suck him too.” Calder edged toward Braden so she wouldn’t have to turn as far to get to him. “Suck both of us.”

  Katarina released Calder and took Braden’s cock into her mouth again, eyes closing as she sucked. Then she rose from Braden’s cock and did the same to Calder.

  Gods, who was in control here? Calder and Braden, getting tighter every second, their Shareem blood pounding fire hot? Or the lovely wench licking and sucking two Shareem cocks?

  Braden clutched the back of the couch, hips rocking. Calder couldn’t let himself come before Braden did—Braden would never let him hear the end of it. Calder was the one with rock-hard control, right?

  While Katarina slathered her tongue all over Braden again, Calder moved to the couch. He nudged Braden with his knee, and Braden got the idea even without opening his eyes.

  He slid over so Calder could get in next him, sliding his thigh under Braden’s, so Calder’s cock jutted out near Braden’s.

  Calder had to cradle Braden and turn him a little against him until their tips touched, arm around Braden’s back, but he was too excited to care. Calder’s skin was roasting, his whole body aching.

  “Take us both. Together.”

  Katarina gave Calder a startled look then she bent her head and studied the two cocks.

  Calder couldn’t fault her bravery. She opened her mouth wide and took in as much of the two cocks as she could.

  “Shit,” Braden said. He threw his head back on Calder’s shoulder and Calder closed his eyes, feeling the roughness of Braden’s cheek against his.

  Katarina’s mouth was a hot, moist, tight place. His cock crushed against Braden’s and the wall of her cheek. Her tongue flicked over him, sharp teeth scraping his skin.

  Braden jumped, groaning hard. He yanked up his tunic at the same time he pulled out of Katarina’s mouth and slid away from Calder. Grasping his cock, he came against his abdomen, pumping gobs of white cream onto his sun-darkened skin.

  Calder stayed in Katarina’s mouth, and she transferred all her attention to him.

  She obviously had no idea what to do apart from what Calder had already instructed. The way Katarina sucked and licked told him she’d never had a cock in her mouth before today, but it didn’t matter. He’d been with talented women who hadn’t gotten him wound up like this.

  Katarina’s beautiful face, the tendrils of her hair brushing his lap, the small pressure of her hands on his thighs, lifted him into more and more excitement. What the fuck was happening to him?

  He was no longer aware of Braden, or the room, or his pain—all that mattered to Calder was Katarina’s gorgeous mouth, her spicy scent, her soft hair under his hands. Gods, it was too good.

  The only noise Calder made of his coming was a tight grunt, and then he filled her. Katarina’s fingers bit down on his leather-covered thighs, but she didn’t pull away. She took his come, sweet lady, and the joy of that took his breath away.

  Braden laid his head back and let out a satisfied sigh. “You know, when I got up this morning, I never dreamed my day would be this good.”

  Calder ignored him. Katarina looked almost disappointed when he slowly withdrew from her mouth. She swallowed and wiped her lips with the tips of her fingers.

  Calder hauled her onto the couch with him. He shouldn’t do this, no holding, no tenderness, but he couldn’t help himself. He pressed her head to his shoulder, stroking her hair, brushing it with his lips.

  The scent of her filled him, as did the taste of her skin under his lips.

  He looked up to find Braden watching him. Braden pretended nonchalance when Calder met his gaze.r />
  “Shower time,” Braden said. “You two want to join me?”

  Calder thought of his narrow, utilitarian shower jammed into a corner of his bathroom. “Not in here.”

  Braden caught on, and his grin widened. “Oh, man, I’ve always wanted to do that. Seen it. Not had the pleasure.”

  Katarina raised her head, her lips so close to Calder’s. “Do what?”

  Braden laughed. “You’ll see, darlin’. Calder is a man of great imagination, and the money to go with it.”

  Calder’s cock throbbed, already stiffening again in anticipation. “Follow me, Katarina. Time to get wet.”

  *** *** ***

  As soon as Calder led her through a narrow door to his huge pleasure room, Katarina saw how he’d been able to elude her the day before. The door slid seamlessly into the black wall, leaving no crack when closed. A person would have to know exactly where it was to find it.

  Calder had dimmed the lights again, rendering the room seductive, its black walls and shadowy ceiling confusing the eye. The bed was no longer in evidence.

  Braden shrugged out of his tunic and leather pants, tossing them aside. Naked, he was tall and beautiful, every muscle sculpted and smooth. The black chain on his biceps moved with his arm, made to flex perfectly.

  Calder kept his clothes on, which was disappointing. Katarina wanted to see whether his body was as firm and tight as Braden’s, wanted to rub her fingers over his biceps and the ridges of his abdomen.

  Calder’s smell was all over her and she tasted him on her lips. She thought of the beautiful feeling of the two cocks under her tongue, each of them different. Braden’s had been sharp and tangy, Calder’s smooth and mellow.

  Two men had bared their cocks for her, had jammed themselves together begging for her. Calder had come straight into her mouth as though he had a right to, and she’d not turned away in disgust.

  “Ready?” Calder asked. He stood a little away from Braden and Katarina, a slight smile on his lips. The dim light masked his scars a bit. His face was hard and perfectly shaped, his hair, loose now, hanging like a river of black to his waist.

  “Ready,” Braden said. “Go for it.”

  Ready for what?

  It started to rain. More than rain—a downpour. Water cascaded from hidden jets above, warm like a summer rain in the mountains. Droplets sheeted over Katarina’s face and ran in rivulets down her tunic.

  Braden laughed and threw back his head, letting the water flow over him. “This is great!” he shouted over the drumming sound. “You hunt through this?”

  “Yes,” Calder said.

  That was when Katarina noticed that Calder was not getting wet. He stood in a precise spot where no rain fell. It pattered and drummed in a full circle around him, but where he stood, not one drop struck him.

  “Hey,” she said, putting her hands on her wet hips. “That’s not fair.”

  Braden glanced over and saw what she meant. His eyes narrowed. “I say we get him.”

  Katarina joined Braden as he rushed Calder and pushed him out of his safe spot. Instantly, the rain ceased.

  Braden stopped, panting. “He’s got the controls on him, the bastard.”

  Calder stepped calmly out of their reach to another precise spot and the rain fell in torrents again. Katarina screamed, startled, and Braden laughed. He pushed his long hair from his face.

  “Damn, this feels good,” Braden shouted. “You spiked it.”

  “Spiked?” Katarina asked.

  “With pheromones.” Braden opened his mouth and licked the rain from his lips. “Tasty.”

  Katarina’s hair plastered itself in ringlets to her face. She stuck out her tongue and caught the rain. It tasted of water, but Braden was right. It made her feel vital and excited.

  “I want to hunt,” Braden said.

  He pinned his gaze on Katarina, his affable look replaced with one of hunger. The rain was affecting him too, she realized, but in a different way.

  She glanced at Calder and stopped, her heart fluttering. Braden looked hungry, but Calder gave her the look of a beast sizing up its prey. A beast who wasn’t about to let said prey get away.

  “Wait a minute,” she said, brushing water from her eyes. “You brought me out here to hunt me? I thought Shareem couldn’t do things like that.”

  Braden grinned, the smile feral. “You signed the forms, sweetheart.”

  Katarina remembered the maze of greenery that began on the other side of the vast black room. She’d thought it had been meant to soothe, but now she realized it had been designed to twist and confuse, to be a jungle for the hunter and the hunted.

  “Oh gods,” she said.

  She looked at the pair of them watching her in the same way, Braden with his hands on his bare hips, Calder with arms folded, head tilted to one side as though trying to catch her scent.

  They wouldn’t really hurt her if they caught her. Would they?

  Would they?

  She suddenly understood the complete appeal of Shareem, why women would pay fortunes for an appointment with Calder.

  Shareem would do anything in the name of pleasure. And there was a hint of uncertainty about how far they would go.

  Braden took a step toward Katarina, moving like a predator. Calder waited, his eyes intense and blue.

  Katarina had signed the consent form in Calder’s room. With her thumbprint, she’d given him permission to do anything he wanted to her.

  “Crap,” she said, and started to run.

  They didn’t follow. She reached the maze of greenery and plunged into it without hearing their footsteps behind her.

  The rain continued here, coating the plants and giving off a fresh smell, water channeled into troughs on the floor. This was better than a holo room because it was all real, the branches slapping at her face, the flowers bright red and as big as her head, and the inch of water soaking her shoes.

  But there seemed to be more plants and vines than yesterday, or else she’d plunged into a part she hadn’t seen before. The branches were thick, the path narrow, and in some places, the greenery closed over the path and she had to push her way through.

  Her soggy clothes slowed her down. She was tempted to remove them but resisted, realizing that’s what they wanted her to do—run through this place naked for them.

  Katarina shivered. A few moments ago the water felt cleansing and arousing. Now it was distracting and heightened the sense of danger. She only knew that she had to run, to hide before they caught her.

  She ran on. Somewhere was a fountain, she remembered. It was alabaster, with a glittering mosaic-tiled bowl. Why she thought she’d be safe there, she had no idea, but she became obsessed with finding it.

  She kept going, hoping desperately to come upon the fountain around every tight turn. It was like a dream, pushing through unfamiliar ground in the half light, the rain making every step precarious.

  Katarina shoved aside a branch—and the black form of Calder loomed over her, tall and menacing.

  She screamed and swung around. Nearly a step behind her was Braden, naked, water gleaming on every muscle and flattening the hair on his chest.

  Braden smiled like a wolf baring its teeth. “Decide who you’ll run to, Katarina. Who will you trust to save you from the other?”

  Katarina knew her choice. There was only one. She whirled around and ran straight into Calder’s strong arms.

  She felt him start as he gathered her against him, black leather warm through her rain-soaked clothes. He nuzzled her cheek and she started to relax, to feel safe.

  “Wrong choice, sweetheart,” he whispered.

  Chapter Seven

  No, Katarina thought, looking up at Calder’s dark, hard face. I made the right one.

  “If you’d picked Braden, he might have saved you from me,” Calder purred. “I won’t save you from him. Or me.”

  “I made my choice.”

  Calder gave her an odd look, eyes glittering, then his mouth hardened. He slid his
hands down her back to her buttocks and cupped her ass, separating her cheeks through the rain-soaked leggings. She felt the heat of Braden’s body behind her, his hands warm on her waist.

  “Braden loves to tongue fuck,” Calder said. “He’s known for it.”

  “Aw, and here I was trying not to get a bad reputation.” Braden’s words burned the nape of her neck.

  Katarina knew that Calder was hoping to frighten her; she felt anything but frightened in the circle of his arms. His words told her one thing—that he’d let his friend take her—but his body language told her another. He’d protect her.

  Daringly, Katarina rose on tiptoe and brushed a kiss to Calder’s lips.

  He jumped as though a spark had stung him. Before Katarina could draw a breath, Calder seized the nape of her neck in his big hand and slanted his mouth fully across hers.

  Katarina’s world stopped. Even the sensation of Braden’s hands on her body faded to nothing.

  Calder plunged his tongue between her lips, forcing her mouth open. Katarina had never kissed a man before. She clumsily fit her mouth to his, trying to let his big tongue take hers, but her teeth bumped his lips, unpracticed.

  He broke the kiss and stared down at her, his breath coming fast. Katarina reached for him again. If she practiced kissing him, maybe she’d get better at it.

  Calder shoved her away and in a sudden movement, grabbed her tunic and yanked it from her body.

  Katarina stood in a thin silk under-tunic, which was wet and plastered to her torso. Calder’s gaze moved to her breasts, which must be almost completely visible through the white fabric.

  Braden stepped behind her again and brought his hands up to cup her breasts. His palms were comforting against her cold skin but Katarina looked up at Calder.

  “No, I want you,” she said.

  Braden nipped her earlobe. “Aw, sweetie, you break my heart.”

  But he didn’t sound heartbroken. He sounded amused and delighted.

  Calder’s mouth hardened. “What you say you want doesn’t matter, because you will want what I tell you.”

  “You’re very sure about that,” Katarina said.