Tamed Galley Master

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  She opened to them gradually, sharing her past. But she avoided the part about Brian. And luckily, Collin and Dane didn’t pry. She was grateful for that. She didn’t want the two most amazing men she’d ever met to pity her.

  Collin left after helping Dane clean the kitchen, giving his brother and Danielle some alone time. Dane told her he had plans for the rest of the afternoon: he’d take her for romantic sightseeing in Manhattan. Danielle was delightfully surprised.

  Dane took her to the art museum on Fifth Avenue. She quickly discovered she and Dane shared the same fondness of master painters during the Dutch Golden Age and early Renaissance. They perused the wealth of collection of the museum from Botticelli, Vermeer, and Rembrandt.

  Dane shattered her expectations from what she originally thought about shape shifters. He was well-educated, polite, charming, and affectionate. She was well aware of the attention Dane received from people, and the envious stares directed to her. And Dane wasn’t shy about showing everyone he had eyes only for her.

  They walked hand in hand as they went from one gallery to another. Dane stroked her hair and whispered intimately in her ear. She couldn’t help comparing him to Brian. Her ex-fiancé wasn’t the type who liked being lovey-dovey in public. Brian was more introverted about intimacy and she got used to that. But for a change, she enjoyed the attention Dane showered onto her. Dane knew how to make a girl feel special.

  They exited the museum around four p.m. Dane took her to a boutique on Fifth Avenue and told her to pick a little black dress to wear for the evening. She wasn’t comfortable at first but Dane insisted on spoiling her.

  “My brother and I only have forty-eight hours to court you,” he said, “I wish I had more time than that. For the sake of my ego, please allow me to treat you as my lady.”

  She couldn’t say no.

  Dane patiently waited as the personal shopper of the boutique brought her beautiful dresses to try. He complimented each time she put on a new dress for his approval as his sharp gaze hungrily raked over her body. She was flustered like a schoolgirl with a crush. It had been a long time since she felt that way. Dane made her feel alive again.

  She walked out of the boutique wearing a new dress and felt like a million dollars. From there, they took a taxi to the Empire State Building and watched the sunset from the observatory deck on the 102nd floor.

  It was magical to see the cityscape bathed in twilight. She was a little giddy when they exited the building and went to their next stop via taxi. Dane had reserved a table at a swanky Riverpark restaurant. They dined outdoors. She ordered a Berkshire pork chop while Dane had rack of lamb. After dessert and coffee, they headed back to Central Park as Dane ended the romantic evening with riding in a horse-drawn carriage through the park.

  It was near ten p.m. when they returned to the Dakota. Danielle was giddy from champagne and so pent-up with lust, she sighed in relief when Dane pulled her to the bedroom not two minutes after he closed the front door.

  “Dane…”

  He kissed her, tasting her sweetness, her lusciousness, everything she had to offer. This woman was an aphrodisiac. She had awakened the very primal part of him that he didn’t know existed until he saw her. She was his mate. And his brother’s. She was the one. And Dane intended to put his claim on her. Make her his. Theirs. As it should be.

  His cock hardened under his trousers. The beast inside him growled impatiently. He wanted her. Needed to mate now…

  Blood rushed through his veins and fevered heat surged through him.

  Her scent. Fucking unbelievable. It was intoxicating his olfactory senses. His heartbeat quickened with each second. He would’ve never imagined, but he was already in love with her. He had no idea how it happened—he just did. As if every fiber of his being knew this all along. This woman belonged to him. To them. And Dane would never let her go as long as his heart still beat.

  Danielle made a sexy purring noise in her delicate throat as he kissed her deeper and deeper. He thrust his tongue into her while imagining what it would be like to thrust his cock into her pussy.

  His erection became impossibly harder under his briefs. His balls tightened.

  He kissed her open-mouthed. He felt her all over. Her ample breasts. Her lush hips. Her thick thighs and long legs.

  Every inch of her was mouthwatering and he couldn’t get enough.

  He was addicted to her.

  Danielle was his personal drug.

  He fingered the shoulder straps of her black dress and gently pulled them down. Her face was flushed with excitement. She looked so goddamned beautiful. Her eyes glittered. Her lips looked red and ripe.

  Feeling impatient, he let out his claws and tore the dress off her luscious body.

  She widened her eyes. “Dane, that was a Gucci dress—”

  “So?” He didn’t care what dress it was. He just wanted it out of his way. “I can easily buy more for you.”

  “Yeah, but—”

  “Ssh, kitten. Kiss me.”

  She leaned forward and kissed him like he asked. Her objection was suddenly forgotten.

  He touched her skin. It felt so smooth. Like silk. Her coloring was also mouthwatering. Dane zeroed his attention to her bra. Her breasts looked as if about to burst out of the containment. New heat stirred in his loin. What was she, an F cup? All natural, too. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. And that was exactly what he did.

  He undid the hook of her back strap and yanked the lacy brassiere free. Her breasts bobbed heavily.

  Lovely. Very lovely.

  Dane kissed her mouth. Licked her chin and laved the skin on her neck as he played with her breasts. He found her nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. She fidgeted, but seemed to like it. The buds became stiffer in his hands. He broke the kiss and took one nipple into his mouth.

  Her body became tense. “Dane!” She grabbed his shoulders.

  She let out more delicious mewls from her throat. Dane found it very sexy. He sucked her nipple harder. He flicked the bud with his tongue playfully. It drove her wild.

  He liked that.

  By the time he released it, Danielle looked one hundred percent aroused. A semi-disbelief painted her expression.

  “You like it?” he inquired.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. I have more tricks I want to try on you.”

  She mumbled, “Oh, man.”

  “Let’s take the rest off.” Dane slipped his arm around her back and under her thighs and lifted her. He carried her onto his bed.

  Dane kicked his shoes off and undressed. His trousers. Briefs. Socks. His sport jacket. Shirt. Undershirt. He then sat beside her and removed her panties. She looked shy when he pulled them off her ankles.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked.

  “Don’t you want to turn off the light first?”

  “Why would I do that?”

  “It’s too bright,” she confessed.

  “Hmm. Too bad.”

  “But—”

  “Ssh. Close your eyes if you’re shy.”

  She did. When he splayed her legs wide, she snapped open her eyes wide. “Dane…”

  “Trust me, kitten. I just want to make you feel good. Only pleasure.”

  “Only pleasure,” she unconsciously echoed.

  “Yes. Only pleasure.”

  Dane kissed her inner thigh up to her sex. She gasped when he kissed her pussy like he kissed her mouth. She was wet and her perfume scent drove him wild. He parted her pussy lips and licked his way into her hole.

  “Dane!”

  She squirmed as he fucked her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, trying to push him off but it only made him more determined to savor her more thoroughly. She shivered and bucked. Her body consumed with tremors of pleasure.

  He loved the way she tasted. It flamed his lust ablaze. The combination of her scent and the taste of her dew made his cock harden to the point it hurt. She cried in pleasure as he swirled his tongue
into her pussy. He licked her nectar. He feasted on her. Sucking on her tender clit. On her engorged nether lips. He might bruise her at one point. He didn’t care. She was his to take. To please.

  And to claim.

  And when he fucked her cunt with his tongue again, she came. Her pussy contracted, sending rippling shivers around his mouth.

  She sobbed his name, pleading him to stop.

  He ignored her, of course. She came the second time after a series of panting, thrashing, and begging. He liked seeing her this way. Didn’t he promise her only pleasure? And pleasure, he intended to give her plenty of tonight.

  Her head was still spinning from the orgasm. A sweet, tingly sensation overcame her whole body. Dane was a great lover as his brother, if not more intense. That man put her at ease when she was feeling self-conscious about herself. Her gaze strayed to his cock. She found herself salivating. She wanted to taste him. Suck him. Wanted him to come in her mouth. Wondered what he tasted like. She’d never felt this way before. She rarely became excited enough to give head to her past lovers. Not even to a man who she thought the love of her life. This was something new. This blossoming feeling. She liked it.

  Dane kissed her hard. She tasted her own femininity on his lips. He stroked his cock. “Blow me. I want to feel those sweet lips of yours on my cock.”

  She was only too happy to oblige him. Hurriedly, she slid from the bed and kneeled in front of him. She took his hard erection with two hands and brought his magnificent cock into her mouth. She opened wide to accommodate his lavish girth. She licked the crown of his cock, sweeping the pearlescent droplets of his precum. Salty, ocean flavors flooded her palate. She was surprised to find him delightfully creamy.

  Dane watched her with a dreamy look on his face as she slowly sucked him, taking him inch by inch into her mouth. She couldn’t possibly take his entire length without gagging, but she gave him her best.

  He could sense she was trying to impress him. He quickly placed his palms on her cheeks, halting her.

  “Easy, baby, take it slowly,” he whispered.

  She did what he asked. She released him. Teased him with a flick of her tongue. Dane growled a bit. Shit. He sounded so damned sexy. Her pussy ached at the sound of his voice. She dragged her tongue on his rigid, veined shaft, sucked his balls before she bobbed on his cock, sucking him as if her life depended on it.

  His breath became heavy and labored. She frenzied with her sucks. She wanted to make him come so badly. She didn’t break eye contact with him. She watched him as she pleasured him, worshipped him with her mouth, wondering what kind of face would he make when he came. She took a deep breath and engulfed his cock until his tip nudged the back of her throat. Then, she sucked and sucked and sucked—

  “Stop,” Dane said all of a sudden. His face was red. Eyes blazed with lust. “I don’t want to come yet.” He angled his cock out of her mouth.

  She protested. “But—”

  “Bed, now. I need to fuck you.”

  She noticed that he said “need,” not just “want.” A dark thrill coursed through her skin.

  “Now,” he said urgently. His voice was husky.

  She climbed into the bed and lay on her back. Dane crawled over her and splayed her legs wider. He stroked his cock and positioned himself at her opening.

  Dane’s thrust pushed inside her in one long stroke.

  That huge cock speared her open. It felt hot. He had taken her breath away in that instant. She threw her head back, savoring every second he claimed her. Dane didn’t stop until he sheathed himself balls deep inside her.

  God. She was fucking full, having been filled to the brim. Her pussy contracted around his hard cock. Just hours earlier, Collin did the same thing. God, she’d loved it.

  And she was loving this now. Not just at the idea of being fucked. But the forgotten intimacy. She thought she’d never experience this again after Brian’s episode. And now she’d found her perfect man. Men. Collin and Dane painted her world bright again. For the first time in months, she didn’t need to be afraid of loneliness.

  Dane gathered her arms and brought them over her head. He kissed her neck. She shivered in a good way. And she was stuffed. Also in a good way. The way he filled her drew her into a new kind of pleasure she never imagined before. Dane was as Alpha as a male could ever be. He made her drunk with lust.

  He kissed her as he pressed his body against hers. His skin felt feverish.

  She wanted to wrap her arms around him but she couldn’t move an inch. He still pinned her. His large body covered hers. His cock inside her. She was completely at his mercy.

  “Dane,” she whispered.

  “Hmm?”

  “Let me touch you,” she begged.

  He only growled low. Maybe it was a purr. He didn’t sound human at all. Dane sounded like a seven hundred pound male tiger toying with his prey. It made the hair on her nape stand. The big cat didn’t like being petted, apparently. Or perhaps, he enjoyed his prize so much, he didn’t want her to move at all.

  Danielle squirmed again. She had to do something. He felt so good, she wished him to move or fuck her already. Please, please… She squeezed his cock with the muscles of her sex. She loved the way it throbbed. Pulsing in her depth. He made her wetter by the second and followed by aches that only soothed her if he started moving. Didn’t seem he’d be inclined to do that anytime soon. Oh God, he drives me crazy…

  But Dane took his sweet time. His eyes glowed like candlelight. He clearly enjoyed her frustration.

  “Dane…”

  He purred again. “Yes, kitten?”

  She bit her lip momentarily. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  Bastard.

  He pulled out in an agonizingly slow motion until his cockhead almost left her pussy, and he thrust in with the same precision as if he wanted to relive the initial penetration. “Like this?”

  Oh God. Yes. Her toes curled from the impact. Goosebumps crawled over her skin. The friction incited fire on her nerves. So good. So fucking good. She could feel him so deeply, nudging her cervix. All of him. Inside her. Stretching her. The pleasure was too exquisite for words.

  Dane pulled again and thrust deeply until he hit her cervix again.

  She drowned in a wave of ecstasy. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please, fuck me.”

  He moved in slow, shallow jabs.

  She opened her eyes wide. It was different but she also loved it. She could feel his large cockhead in and out her entrance, teasing like butterfly kisses. Oh God, he’s driving me mad.

  “Deeper.”

  A sly smile hovered on the corner of his lips. “Like this?” He fucked her all the way in. And out. The way his veined shaft rubbed against the wall of her vagina caused morsels of pleasure to burst in her depths.

  “Faster.”

  Dane thrust and yanked like she asked. One, two. Three fucks and she climaxed. His masculine laugh reverberated as her pussy quivered around his granite-hard shaft.

  “Oh, kitten. You’re so easy to please.” He kissed her sweetly.

  “Sorry. I came too fast.”

  “Nonsense. Didn’t I say tonight we indulge on your pleasure?”

  Dane finally let her arms go. She touched his face and kissed him. He returned her kiss with the same heat. He rested his elbows beside her head, palms gripping her hair. It seemed all the same. He always wanted to have some control over her. But she didn’t mind if all he offered was pleasure.

  He fucked her again. Rough this time. Faster. Deeper. Harder. The way she liked it. Her pussy clenched from the onslaught as he amped up the ferocity of his thrusts. God, she loved a passionate man. He fucked her like he meant it. Like he earned the right. Her. His prize. He pounded harder, making her gush more cream. The sound of their mating flesh became obscene, but who cared. He hammered faster, nailing her to the bed.

  Then she came again. This time her org
asm was hard enough to make her dizzy for a second. She screamed his name as she surrendered to the ultimate ecstasy.

  When she came back to herself, Dane praised her.

  “You look so beautiful when you come. I wish you could see it.”

  “I’ll take your word on it.”

  Throaty male laughter erupted. “And I have something else in mind.”

  “What is it?”

  Dane withdrew completely. His cock left a trail of liquid on her thigh. She lamented the emptiness in her pussy. She liked having his cock inside her. No, she loved it.

  “Dane…” Suddenly, she wasn’t sure how to ask him to fuck her again. Damn. Since when did she became such a slut?

  He slipped his hand on her sex and pinched her clit. He collected her juice with his fingers and ventured lower. A little alarm rang off her ears when he played with her anus.

  She stiffened instinctively.

  A gravelly male laugh came out of him. “Let me guess, you’ve never been fucked in the ass before?”

  She bit her lip. “I’m a vanilla kind of girl.”

  “Not anymore, you’re not, and soon to be.”

  “Dane—”

  “Didn’t I promise you only pleasure? Trust me.” Dane oiled her back passage with her own sex liquid. When he said it wasn’t enough, he retrieved a bottle of lube from the drawer of his nightstand and liberally coated her with the cool gel.

  He pushed a finger into her ass.

  The rings of her anus tightened as a reflex, gripping his finger.

  “Relax, kitten.”

  She wondered why she was crazy enough to agree to this. She had never thought anal before. Not that she wasn’t curious about it. And Dane was well-endowed and—

  Her train of thought interrupted when he inserted a second finger and started stroking her slowly. Gently. She felt stretched and violated in a good, but perverted way. She guessed she got her answer.

  Dane stretched her ass and lubricated her more. As she waited for him to penetrate her with his cock, a deep, unexplainable, dark thrill coursed through her every vein.

  There’s no way he’s going to fit. Is he crazy? Am I crazy? This is going to be like trying to park a minibus in a one-car garage and no matter how you look at it, it’s just freaking impossible—