Claiming Candy

by Faye, Madison

  3

  Jensen

  The second we get close to her, it’s like my senses kick into overdrive. It’s like I can smell her, the scent of her making my blood run hotter and my cock fucking throb between my thighs. I groan, jaw tight as I lay my eyes on her through the mask.

  Perfection. Sweet, sweet perfection.

  She’s gorgeous and innocent looking, but with this fierce look that blazes fire in her eyes. I sniff again, moving closer, groaning as the scent of her skin, and her soap, and shampoo permeate my nose.

  Melissa, the phony little bitch herself, smiles at us.

  “Okay now who are you guys?”

  “No one,” I growl, my eyes locked onto Candice. Sweet, sweet Candice.

  “Oh come on!” Melissa giggles. “Are you Matty’s cousins? The ones visiting from LA?”

  “No,” Roarke mutters.

  Both of us just want this woman to leave—to leave us to our prize. Every agonizing second without our hands on her body is an exquisite torture.

  “Okay, you…I mean, you do go to school here, right?” She frowns. “I mean, that’s the rules, guys. You have to be students at—”

  “Yeah, we are,” I mutter. “Now let's do this.”

  She smiles. “Oh, eager are we?”

  “Yes.”

  I stare right at Candice, and she trembles under my heated gaze, her eyes darting over the front of my mask like she’s trying to read my emotions or my intentions through it. I can see her pulse beating in that shallow hollow of her soft neck. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I groan as they glisten, imagining tasting those plump lips.

  She shivers, and when I see her nipples pointing through the thin material of her red top, my cock pulses, precum leaking out into my damn briefs.

  …I won’t be able to control myself much longer. Neither of us will. It’s been too long. We’ve been away too long. But now we’re free, with the plan we’ve hatched long ago about to come to fruition.

  And it all revolves around her. Taking her. Claiming her.

  Together.

  “So, we just have the one more auction,” Melissa smiles. “But then you two are free to take—”

  “No, now,” I growl.

  I know there’s one more auction, but I don’t fucking care. I’ve waited too long, and I won’t be held back from her any more.

  “Where’s this honeymoon suite?”

  Melissa smirks. “Been here before boys?”

  Neither of us answers.

  “Well you head on up there, and of course, I hope you brought the cash for your generous—”

  “We did.”

  And we did. It’s sitting there in my pocket.

  “Well then,” she smiles greedily. “Head on up, and my sorority sister Kelly will help with the transaction! Then you three…” she giggles. “Well, you three can go on your way and have yourself a good night!”

  She elbows Candice roughly, shoving her towards us.

  “Say hi to your dates, Candy.”

  I growl at the way she pushes this girl around, using that name and all. But I hold back. I could let Melissa have it right here and now, and tell her never to touch Candice again or speak to her that way. But I wait.

  All in good time.

  She smiles, oblivious to my rage. “Down the hall, take the elevator up to the top floor, and then it’s the big door at the end of the hallway.” She smiles. Just follow the string of orange Christmas lights off the elevator. You can’t miss—”

  “Let’s go.”

  We both take Candice’s arms, pulling her after us as we breeze past Melissa down the hall to the sitars.

  “Where— Wait—”

  “No,” I growl, loudly, loud enough that Melissa and a bunch off the frat douchebags in front of the stage hear me.

  “You’re ours now. And we’re gonna give you a night you’ll never forget.”

  One of the frat boys snickers, and I want to kick his fucking teeth in. But, restraint. I have to have restraint.

  Candice whimpers as we half run down the hallway, blood roaring in my ears as my hand tightens on her arm. Fuck, the skin on her arm is so warm, so soft. So fucking gorgeous. Like soft silk under my rough fingers.

  “Wait, this…” She trembles between us. “Just so you know, I’m— I’m not like the others.”

  “Meaning?” I grunt.

  “Meaning…” She bites her lip, trying to force a laugh. “Look, you guys, it’s just a fundraiser, you know? I mean, we can hang out tonight, but it’s not like I’m…”

  She trails off, blushing.

  “It’s not like you’re what?”

  She blushes deeper.

  “You know.”

  “No,” I growl, stopping us and whirling. She gasps as we both push her against the wall next to the elevator. “Why don’t you tell us?”

  “I’m not going to…you know.”

  “I don’t know, baby girl,” I growl fiercely. Suddenly, I yank my mask off, and Roarke does the same, and her eyes go wide as she darts between us.

  She swallows, her jaw dropping wide.

  “I—I’m not going to sleep with you.”

  I grin.

  Roarke grins.

  We both start to chuckle.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” I groan, moving into her as her breath catches, her eyes going wide. My hand teases over her hip, across her bare midriff as the top of her outfit rides high, teasing her belly.

  “Who said anything about sleeping?”

  The doors open with a ding, and suddenly, we’re pulling her into the elevator.

  “Wait, hang—”

  They shut, and the second we’re alone, it’s like the doors blow right the fuck off that self-control. We’re both on her in seconds, slamming her into the wall, both of us groaning like possessed men as we bury our faces in her neck. She cries out, shrieking, and then choking back a moan.

  A fucking moan.

  Pure pleasure. Forbidden pleasure.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpers, and I chuckle darkly.

  My hands slide down to her skirt, yanking it up. Candice gasps, yanking her hand down after me and lacing her fingers with mine, as if she’s trying to stop me.

  But she doesn’t.

  She doesn’t stop me at all as I yank that skirt up high, flashing us both her black, lacy panties.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” Roarke groans, his hand sliding down her thigh. Candice whimpers.

  “You sign up for this auction and say you’re not gonna do anything, and then you go and wear panties like that?”

  “I—They’re just panties,” she whispers haltingly, her breath panting.

  “Uh-uh,” I growl. “Those aren’t just panties. Those are panties you wear when you know you’re gonna get fucked.”

  Candice gasps sharply, her eyes going wide at my crude words.

  “Those panties are for girls who wear them when they know they’re gonna do something bad. Maybe go on a paid date with a stranger and let him see those panties. Maybe when she’s gonna let him take them off. Let him get a taste of that bad girl little pussy you’ve got hidden away there.”

  She moans, twisting against us.

  “Or maybe when two of them are gonna do just that.”

  “That it?” Roarke growls. “You wanted to get fucked like a slutty little bad girl tonight?”

  “No. I…” She moans as I groan into her neck, and when I bite her skin, she gasps, jerking against me, panting.

  Oh, someone’s got a dirty spot. And I found it.

  “You like that?” I growl. I nip at her again, and she shudders, panting.

  Roarke turns, slamming the stop button on the elevator, pausing us.

  “Wait, I—”

  “No more waiting,” I growl. “No more holding on.”

  My hand moves to cup her jaw, our eyes locking.

  “No more waiting, Candice.”

  My lips crush to hers, hard, and suddenly, it’s like everything else fades away. The pain. T
he suffering of being locked away. The loss from our past. All of it, gone—melted away by this sweet little college temptation.

  “I—you can’t just…”

  “Yeah we can.” Roarke takes her face, and when he moves in, her eyes go wide, darting to mine.

  I grin.

  “Both of us, baby girl,” I purr lowly. “Tonight, you’re gonna have us both.”

  She moans as Roarke kisses her next, both of us pinning her to the wall as she pants and whimpers. He pulls away, and he groans.

  “No more waiting.”

  His hand slides to his belt. Mine moves to mine.

  Candice’s face reddens.

  “Wait, I—”

  “Two men, baby girl,” I growl. “You ever had two?”

  She whimpers, her eyes wide as saucers as they dart between us.

  “Hang on, wait, I—”

  “Two of us to make that pretty little pussy come like it ain’t never come before. It’s time for us to claim what’s ours, baby. And we ain’t gonna stop until we’ve taken it all.”

  Roarke’s hand moves to cup her hot little cunt through her panties, and she’s whimpering when he touches her, her eyes squeezing shut.

  “Honeymoon suite,” I growl at my friend. “There, not here.”

  He groans, his face tightening, but he nods. He knows the plan. I reach back and hit the button again, and the elevator starts to move. Roarke’s hand slides over her pussy through her panties, and she bites her lip, her face blushing fiercely. Like she’s embarrassed that he’s finding what I know he’s finding.

  Slick, wet, sticky, messy, hotness. He’s finding a pussy that’s so fucking wet and ready for this.

  The doors open with a ding, and we’re out, half dragging her, half carrying her, half mauling her neck and lips with our mouths as we tumble down the hall towards the door at the end of it.

  The honeymoon suite.

  This is where she’ll be ours. I know it’s got a bed. And that’s all we need.

  We slam against the door, both of our mouths on her neck, our hands sliding down over her skin. My fingers push Roarke’s out the way, and when they slide down over the hot, slick, molten front of her lacy black panties, I growl as I feel just how fucking soaking wet her cunt is for this.

  “Two men, baby girl.”

  “Wait, I—”

  “And the two of us are gonna—”

  “I’m a virgin!”

  She yells it, and we both freeze.

  “I…” She’s panting, her cheeks red and her eyes wild as they dart between us.

  “I’m a virgin.”

  And slowly, I smile. I turn, and see Roarke doing the same thing. We start to chuckle, and she whimpers as we both turn back to her, hungry smiles on our faces.

  “You thought that was going to stop us, baby girl?” I chuckle. When I suddenly move right into her, she moans, feeling my hard body pin her soft frame to the door.

  “Well, since we’re sharing?”

  I grin. “Roarke and me? We just checked out early from this place we were staying at up the street from here. Little spot called Tucker Prison?”

  Her face pales, her jaw dropping.

  “Oh God…” she whispers hoarsely.

  “It’s been a long time without a woman,” Roarke groans. “So fucking long. And tonight we’re gonna show you just how long it’s been.”

  She shrieks as we kick the door open and tumble inside.

  4

  Candice

  With the masks on, it was terrifying. Because, well, they were two scary-looking werewolves. But once they come off, it’s almost scarier. The whole thing gets more real, like this isn’t make-believe.

  They’re both hardened—younger, but with faces that have seen hard, rough times. Both have dark hair and dark scruff across chiseled jaws. Both are ripped—bodies build out of stone, and with those open, sleeveless shirts they’re wearing as part of the costumes, or maybe it’s just how they always dress, their hardened muscles lined with tattoos are right in front of me.

  They both tower over me. They’re both strong as hell, and even if I want to hate myself for noticing it, both of them are gorgeous. Gorgeous in this roughened, dangerous way.

  The only difference between them is that one’s got blue eyes, the other dark brown.

  When we go crashing into the room, it’s Kelly I see first. Kelly with her jaw on the ground and her face pale, and white. She squeals as we come tumbling in, her eyes darting between the two hardened, rough men to either side of me, and then to me.

  “Uh…”

  The both of them tighten their jaws, glancing at each other and then her.

  “What did you hear?” the one with the blue eyes says, growling the words roughly.

  Kelly shakes her head, eying the only door to the room that we’re standing in front of.

  “Nothing!” she squeaks. “I didn’t hear anything!”

  God, it even sounds like a lie to me.

  “Nothing?” the other growls dangerously.

  “No! Nothing, I swear! I didn’t hear anything!”

  They seem to ponder this a second.

  “Get out,” the blue-eyed man finally grumbles.

  “Wh-what?”

  “Get out!” the second one roars.

  Kelly shrieks, grabbing her bag and her phone and rushing past us, not even a second glance at me.

  Thanks, sisterhood.

  She runs like crazy down the hallway, and I turn to watch her, but they shut the door, locking it with a click.

  “And now, Candice,” the dark-eyed one growls. “Now you’re ours.”

  Candice.

  They know my name. But it’s the last thing I can even think before suddenly, they’re on me. I cry out, both of them crashing into me. We go tumbling back into the door, my breath caught in my throat like a gulp I can’t swallow, my pulse thundering through me like a train off the tracks.

  I’m terrified, but…something else too. Scared, horrified. But also, well, alive. I’m on fire in a way I’ve never felt before, my entire body shuddering not in fear, but in anticipation.

  Sweet, sweet agonizing anticipation, and I tremble.

  Hands slide over my body, touching me where no other man ever has. They push into me, their lips teasing closer, their breath hot on my bare neck as their hands grab at my waist.

  Oh my God.

  “Please…”

  “Beg us angel,” one snarls. His lips find my neck, and when his teeth nip at me, biting my tender skin, I cry out.

  “Just like that,” the other murmurs. “That get your tight little pussy nice and wet for us?”

  “Please…”

  “So fucking wet, isn’t it baby girl? That little pussy gets so fucking wet when he bites that neck.”

  The man does it again, and I cry out.

  “And when my hand touches you here…”

  He grabs my hip tight, and I whimper. He tugs the top of my outfit up, exposing bare skin, and his fingers tease over it.

  “Or here.”

  His fingers trace over the edge of my skirt, right below my navel. My belly caves, my breath gasping.

  “I know you can feel it right there between those pretty thighs. I know your little clit is getting so hard and desperate. I know that honey is just fucking dripping from between those soft little lips and drenching those panties. I know they’re soaked, and sticking to your pussy so fucking wetly.”

  I’m falling, my whole head spinning as two mouths breathe onto my skin, whispering filthy words into my ears as my body melts between them.

  “I know you’re dying to squeeze your legs together,” the other purrs. He moves close, and when his teeth rake across my earlobe, I whimper. “I know you’re dying to put your hand in those panties and just fucking touch yourself, just to relieve the ache.”

  I swallow the moan.

  “That’s not true,” I whisper pitifully.

  “Bullshit,” the man with the blue eyes hisses. And suddenl
y, his hands are on my top, tugging at the ties that hold it shut.

  “Please…”

  But they don’t listen, they pull. I cry out as my top rips open, my bare breasts tumbling free.

  “No fucking bra,” one groans. “You dirty little bad girl. All for us, huh?”

  “Wait—”

  “All for us,” he purrs. “You’ve got some pretty nipples, baby girl. So fucking pink. So fucking suckable.”

  They both move in and two hands cup my breasts, making me whimper. No other man has touched me there, and that thought alone has the heat exploding through me.

  They move closer, and when two mouths move over my nipples, I melt. I want to scream, but I can’t. Not when it feels this good. Not when it’s like a soothing balm. Two tongues swirl over my nipples, and when two hands slide down my tummy, and start to shove my skirt down, I know I couldn’t stop them even if I wanted to.

  I’m lost in it, falling, trembling in anticipation. The skirt slips down to my heels, and then it’s just my panties and the red cape I’m wearing. And the heels, of course.

  “Moment of truth, baby girl,” one snarls into my neck. “Let’s see how much of a pretty little liar you were about these panties.”

  “Wait—”

  “No more waiting.” He shakes his head, cupping my jaw in a strong hand and leveling his eyes with me. “We’ve waited far too long to make every single bit of your body ours.”

  “Wait?” The other chuckles. “No, princess. Tonight? Tonight it’s just us claiming every inch of you.”

  His hand slides down my tummy, and when he slides it over the front of my panties, I whimper, and my face floods with red, shameful heat.

  …Because now they know.

  Now they know I was lying. They know my panties are horribly, embarrassing soaked. They know I’m wet, for them.

  “Bad girl,” he hisses.

  The other, the guy with the dark eyes, pushes his hand down, and when he feels too, he groans.

  “I bet I could squeeze these and your sweet girl-cum would just drip on out of them, wouldn’t it?”

  I whimper. Fuck, he’s so crude. So raw and filthy.

  The guy with the blue eyes curls his finger into my panties, and when his knuckles brush my pussy, I take a sharp breath.