Sizzling Insanity

by Lorna Jean Roberts

  Shelby moaned, arching, pushing her breast into his mouth. Connor slipped his hands around her, undoing her jeans and pushing them and her panties down. Cade moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.

  Connor pulled her up, holding her under her legs. “Cade, take her shoes and jeans off.”

  Cade made quick work of ridding her of the rest of her clothes then he knelt so his head was placed perfectly in front of her exposed pussy.

  “She’s wet,” he said, parting her lips. “So pink and swollen. Did all this talk of discipline turn you on, darlin’?”

  “No,” she groaned as Connor guided her legs over Cade’s wide shoulders. He steadied her, holding her back against his chest as he reached around and cupped her breasts.

  “Hmm, you wouldn’t be lying would you, trouble?” Connor murmured in her ear as he tugged at her nipples. “Maybe we should check.”

  Cade leaned in and sucked on her clit. Shelby threw her head back on a long groan as he licked at her. He placed a finger inside her, thrusting it in and out. Shelby shuddered, needing more.

  “So wet, so hot,” Cade whispered before standing and moving toward the blankets that were laid out on the floor. He lay down on his back.

  Connor picked her up in his arms and followed. He sat them both down on the blankets.

  “On your hands and knees, straddle Cade,” he commanded.

  She knelt over Cade and he pulled her down for a deep kiss as Connor positioned himself on his knees behind her. Cade pulled back from the kiss then drew her up his body so he could reach her breasts. He drew one nipple into his mouth, tonguing it slowly, driving her wild.

  Connor placed a finger deep inside her, swirling it around. He joined it with another finger, drawing them in and out. Shelby wiggled her hips, wanting more.

  “Stay still,” he growled.

  “I need more. Fuck me.”

  “Impatient little thing, isn’t she, brother?” Connor said to Cade.

  “Hmm,” Cade agreed. He moved to her other breast, licking at her nipple as though it was the sweetest of lollipops.

  Connor pulled his fingers from her pussy and drew them up to her swollen clit, playing with her until she shook with the need to come.

  “Please, please,” she begged. Connor kept strumming her clit until she was right on the edge then he drew back.

  “No!” she yelled. “What are you doing?” She glared at him over her shoulder.

  He just raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think naughty girls deserve to come, do you, Cade?”

  She looked back around at Cade, pleading with him silently.

  Cade grinned. “Not without some torture,” he replied. “You’re too sore for a spanking, Shelby. So we’re going to punish you with pleasure instead.”

  She groaned. She’d rather have the spanking.

  Cade grabbed her hips, holding her steady. “Kiss me,” he ordered.

  Shelby was only too pleased to obey him. She heard Connor moving behind her, then suddenly her hips were pulled down and her clit was enveloped in warmth. Pulling back from Cade, she groaned. Connor toyed with her clit, flicking it, running his tongue around it, then sucking strongly.

  Shelby needed to come. She shook with pleasure. So close. So close. Connor drew back and she let out a tortured moan.

  “No, no, no. Stop being so cruel, you bastard!”

  “Hmm, I don’t think you’ve been punished quite enough,” he replied before returning to her pussy.

  This time, he slowly licked his way from the bottom of her pussy to the top, over and over again. Then he thrust two fingers deep inside her as he lapped at her clit with fast, hard flicks of his tongue.

  “Please, please, please,” she begged. All she wanted was to come.

  Instead of sending her over the edge, Connor moved away. He was a dead man. She’d kill him. Slowly. She sent him a menacing look as he knelt behind her.

  He merely smiled.

  “Put Cade inside you, trouble,” Connor ordered. “Then stay very, very still.”

  Reaching down, she grabbed Cade’s cock then lowered herself until she was completely impaled on his cock.

  Both of them moaned. Although Connor had ordered her to remain still, she couldn’t help but move her hips back then thrust them forward again.

  “Naughty girl,” Connor said as he grabbed her hips and held them still.

  “No, just let me move, just a little bit.”

  Connor just chuckled. “It doesn’t work that way, I’m afraid, trouble. Hold her cheeks open, Cade. I need to get her ready.”

  “With pleasure,” Cade replied, reaching down and pulling her ass cheeks apart.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, gasping as Connor dripped something wet between the cheeks of her bottom. He rimmed her asshole before pushing one finger deep inside her.

  She leaned her head against Cade’s shoulder as Connor added another finger, sending sparks of heady delight through her body.

  She was on fire. She needed them both.

  “More, more,” she groaned, trying to move her hips.

  “Shh,” Cade told her. “We have to prepare you. The last thing we want is to hurt you.”

  “You won’t, unless I die from need.”

  “I don’t think anyone has ever died of that,” Cade said.

  Connor slipped another finger into her asshole. He thrust in and out, slowly then built up to a faster pace.

  “Please,” she cried. “Please.”

  “I can’t last much longer,” Cade said, sounding strained. “She’s clenched around me so tight.”

  “All right. Just relax, Shelby. We’re going to take this nice and slow. If you need me to stop, just say.”

  He pushed the head of his cock against the tight ring of her asshole.

  “Take in a deep breath then let it out slowly,” Cade told her. She did, focusing on relaxing as Connor pushed his way inside her.

  The original burning soon disappeared and a feeling of rightness overtook her. She was full, almost too full but there was no way she would give up this feeling. Connor moved slowly, while Cade whispered words of praise in her ear. Her eyes filled with tears at their caring.

  “Such a good girl,” Connor told her as Cade drew his hands away from her ass to rub along her back. “God, you feel so good.”

  “Please,” she cried. “Please, I need to come.”

  “You can come whenever you like.” Cade reached between their bodies to play with her clit. They thrust in tandem, keeping her right on the edge, her orgasm growing until she couldn’t hold back. It washed over her, increasing in intensity until she was crying with pleasure.

  Beneath her Cade gave his shout of pleasure as Connor drove inside her a few more times before moaning as he came.

  Suddenly she was floating, her soul separating from her body as she slumped between them, her whole body collapsing.

  Everything went black.

  *

  Shelby opened her eyes, wondering why she was lying bare-ass naked in her cousins’ barn. There was a wet cloth on her forehead.

  “Shelby? Are you okay? Connor, she’s awake.” Cade appeared beside her, his face worried.

  Connor soon joined them.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “We had sex then you passed out,” Cade told her. Her memory drifted back, both of them inside her, filling her and then she’d felt really weird.

  Then nothing.

  “I fainted?”

  “I think it has to do with the true mate bond,” Connor said. “Can’t you both feel it?”

  True mate bond? Was he serious? It wasn’t very often that a werewolf found their true mate, but if they did they would bond for life, they could feel the other, sense what they were thinking, feeling. Because it was hard to find your true mate, most werewolves gave up and mated someone without the bond being present.

  Surely that couldn’t happen to her? She was a half-breed, after all.

  Yet she could fee
l them inside her. Like a piece of them was inside her, merged with her. She gasped.

  “This can’t be possible, can it?”

  Cade frowned at her. “What were you expecting? We told you that you were our mate.”

  “But I thought you were just talking about a normal mating. I didn’t think you meant a true mate bond. They don’t happen that often and I never thought I’d find my true mate, let alone have two. I’m a half-breed, how is this possible?”

  Connor shrugged. “Who knows? But it’s happened.”

  “But the two of you deserve better than me. You deserve someone who’s pure, not tainted like I am.”

  She didn’t like the idea that they might one day come to resent her. At least with a normal mating one of the pair was free to leave, but with a true mating they would never be rid of her.

  Connor grasped hold of her chin, not hurting her, but not letting her move either.

  “You listen to me. That is the last time I want to hear you refer to yourself as anything less than perfect, understand me? You put yourself down or dare to even think that we don’t want you and I will give you a spanking you will not forget.”

  “Then we’ll torture you with orgasm deprival until you’re screaming,” Cade added with a frown. “You are not tainted and we do not deserve better. If anything, we’re not good enough for you, but damned if we are ever letting you go. So you listen to me right now. You are ours. Just like we’re yours. There are no regrets, no turning back, no what ifs, understand me?”

  She nodded, smiling. “You guys really do want me.”

  “We love you, Shelby,” Connor told her.

  “I think I’ve loved you almost since the moment I met you,” Cade added. “Well maybe not right then—you did have a habit of hurting me.”

  She grinned. “I love you guys too.”

  They snuggled in on either side of her.

  “My cousins will notice I’m gone soon.” In fact, she was surprised they hadn’t come looking for her already. “I need to get down there and talk to them.” She tried to sit up, but Connor pushed her gently back.

  “Lie still for a while, you just woke up. When I’m sure you’re feeling up to it, we’ll all go down and talk to them together.”

  “I could go down now and speak to them,” Cade offered. “The two of you could stay here.”

  “No,” Connor said at the same time she did.

  She shared a grin with him while Cade sighed.

  “I can be tactful,” he protested.

  “I just think we should all go speak to them together. It seems more respectful to do it that way,” she said, trying to placate him.

  “And you’re worried I’m going to be too blunt and tell them we fucked you and that you’re ours.”

  Yeah, that too.

  *

  Connor and Cade stepped into Sam’s office. His assistant, Daniel, wasn’t there to run interference for once.

  Sam glanced up at them with a smile. “Hello, been awhile since I’ve seen you two.”

  “Should you be up?” Connor asked as he took a seat at Sam’s invitation. Cade chose to lean against the mantel above the fire.

  “I’m fine. Irritated, angry, but fine.”

  His arm was still in a sling. The bullet had grazed his shoulder.

  “What can I do for the two of you?”

  Connor knew he had to tread carefully. Although Shelby fully believed that Sam had murdered her mother, he wasn’t so sure. He was a good judge of character and he just didn’t believe that Sam had it in him to kill a woman in cold blood.

  But if not Sam then who had killed Annabeth?

  “It’s about the woman we found spying.”

  “Oh yes, what was she up to? Have you figured it out?”

  “Yes,” he paused, unsure how to continue. Unfortunately, he waited too long and Cade spoke up.

  “Did you murder Annabeth?” Cade asked bluntly.

  “What?” Sam looked at them both in shock, his face pale. If he was acting then he deserved an Oscar. “How the hell can you ask me that?”

  “Because someone did and the last person she apparently saw was you,” Connor said.

  “What? Do you mean it? Annabeth is dead? I thought she was somewhere, raising kids, living happily ever after.”

  Sam looked sick and for a moment Connor was worried he was going to pass out.

  “Wait, I was the last person to see her? How can that be?” He ran a shaking hand over his face. “I just can’t believe it. You’re sure she’s dead?”

  “When was the last time you saw her?” Cade asked.

  “Well, it was over twenty years ago. The last time we met at the cabin, I thought everything was fine. But then out of the blue she calls me and tells me things are off. That we were too different to be together. I tried to find her, to talk to her but it was like she had disappeared.”

  “How many years ago?” Cade asked.

  “Well, it would have been twenty-two years.”

  Connor frowned, staring at his brother. That was two years before Annabeth had actually died.

  “So Annabeth broke things off with you?” Cade asked him.

  “She wouldn’t talk to me or answer my calls. Her family wouldn’t let me see her. I didn’t want to give up but I had no other way of reaching her. I was devastated.”

  “Did you ever speak to her family?” Connor asked.

  “Her brother. He told me that she didn’t want to see me and the best thing I could do was leave her alone. You can’t seriously think I would kill the woman I loved.”

  “Someone did and we’re going to find out who,” Cade told him.

  Connor leaned forward in his chair. “Didn’t you think it odd that she broke things off so suddenly?”

  “Of course I did. I was upset, furious, but not enough to kill her.”

  “You were just beginning your career, weren’t you?” Cade spoke coldly. “Annabeth was a temporary fling anyway, she’d never fit into your lifestyle.”

  “You listen, you little shit. I loved Annabeth. I would have done anything for her. I was even going to pull out of politics for her.”

  “You were?” Connor asked. “That was a big move.”

  “I loved her,” Sam said furiously. “She was my world. I’d have done anything for her.”

  Connor believed him. There was no subterfuge that he could detect. But if Sam hadn’t killed Annabeth then who had?

  “What happened to her?” Sam asked, pain evident on his drawn face. “How did she die?”

  Connor thought for a long moment about how much to tell him. But if he hadn’t killed her then he deserved to know, and if he had, well, he already knew.

  “She was found with her throat slit.”

  Sam drew in a sharp breath. “Oh God.”

  “Twenty years ago.”

  Sam looked at him in confusion. “Wait, what? I thought you said I was the last to see her? I don’t understand. It has definitely been more than twenty years since I last saw her.”

  “The reason you could never find her is because she moved away. Somebody convinced Annabeth to break things off with you. They had her believing that she wasn’t good enough for you. After that, she moved away for two years. A few days after she came back she was murdered.”

  “What? Who said that to her?”

  “We don’t know. That’s all she said in her diary,” Connor told him. “We wondered if you had any idea.”

  Shelby had let him bring along her mother’s diary, along with all the mementos her mother had kept.

  Sam shook his head. “I don’t know. Why would anyone do this?”

  “Did anyone else know you were pulling out of politics?” Connor asked.

  “Ahh, yes, my assistant and my campaign manager.”

  “Was it the same assistant you have now?” Cade asked, staring at the door that led to the other office.

  “Yes, but Daniel couldn’t have done this. Neither of them would have.”

  Connor w
asn’t so sure.

  “I can’t believe she’s dead.”

  “The day before she was killed, Annabeth received a note. Supposedly from you.”

  Connor handed him the note Annabeth had kept.

  Sam read the note then looked up at them in confusion. “I never wrote this, I never met her at the cabin. I just don’t understand any of this.”

  “According to her diary Annabeth returned because she missed you, she wanted to see you again. She said she thought about calling you but she was too nervous, so she sent you a letter. This is the note she received in return. She went to the cabin to meet you and she never came home. Her brother found her later that night in the forest with her throat slit.”

  “Oh my God.” Sam looked ready to throw up. He stared at them both. “I didn’t do this. I could never have hurt her.”

  “According to her brother, he could smell you on her. How can you explain that?”

  He shook his head. “I can’t. Christ, I just can’t believe it. She wanted to be with me, she went to the cabin thinking I would meet her there and someone killed her. But she wasn’t found at the cabin?”

  “No, she was found about a mile to the west. They could have carried her there. Her brother detected another male’s scent, but it was faint and he didn’t recognize it.”

  “Would he recognize it now?”

  “He’s dead,” Cade said bluntly.

  “Well, how do I prove that I didn’t kill her? My handwriting? You could test it against this note.”

  “Maybe, however handwriting can change over the years,” Cade told him. “Have you got something written from twenty years ago?”

  “I don’t know.” Sam glanced through the diary, his hand shaking. “Wait, this date. The one she says she received the note asking her to meet me at the cabin—that’s the day before my mother’s birthday. I always go home to see my mom for a few days. I wouldn’t have been here when that note was sent.”

  “Can you prove it?”

  “What? I don’t know. I might be able to find my old diary or something. I can get Daniel looking into it.”

  “No,” Cade said firmly. “You can’t trust him. At the moment you don’t talk to anyone about this but us. Who knew about that cabin besides the two of you?”