God, she had a family. “We’re family,” she whispered, and somehow they heard her.
“Aye.”
“ ’Bout time.” Zeb’s voice sounded like ground glass.
Shay sighed and rubbed her burning bottom, making her hiss at the sting. “You’ll have trouble sitting for a day or two.” He pulled her up to sit on his lap. She jumped as the coarse material of his jeans rubbed her raw skin. “Easy, mo leannan.” He wrapped his arms around her.
She sagged against his chest, hating him. Hating them both for the pain—and she loved them more than life itself.
Eyes worried, Zeb cupped her face with his hands and kissed her damp cheeks. “Are you all right, little female?”
His uncertainty helped. She hated them anyway, and she glared at him.
“Do you still feel guilty?” Zeb’s grin flashed unexpectedly. “Or should we pound on you longer?”
She bit back the rude word she’d learned from him. His hands framed her face in warmth, keeping her from looking away.
“Breanne?” Shay prompted.
Darn them. Both of them. She pulled in a breath and paused. The tightness was gone from her chest, and the heavy weight of guilt had lifted. Not all, but enough that she could accept she’d done the best she could. And hey, how could she know they felt so strongly? Not as if the terse cretins had ever told her.
Family.
She looked Zeb in the eyes. “It’s better.” And criminy, her butt hurt. Her brows drew together. “I’m not going to thank you though.”
Shay snorted. “I didn’t think you would. I never thanked an elder for a punishment when I was a pup.” A laugh rumbled through his chest. “But we’re not finished. Completely.”
She yipped in alarm as he tumbled her onto the bed. He rolled her onto her back and pinned her down with his hands on her shoulders. “Do you remember what happens to shifters when their female is in danger?” Shay’s eyes heated. “Zeb and I need to reassure ourselves that you’re alive.”
As Bree started to realize their intent, Zeb stripped off his jeans.
Chapter Thirty-eight
Shay’s hand burned from the spanking, so he could imagine how Breanne’s delicate ass felt. Guilt scraped his guts at having hurt a female. My female. But as he studied her, he saw her reddened eyes were no longer muddied with unhappiness.
He rubbed his cheek against hers, and she curled her arms around his neck. Thank the God, she was willing. Seeing her facing the hellhound had left him with an unfightable need to be inside her.
Bree pushed to a sitting position, pulling the shirt down to cover herself. That wouldn’t last long, but he liked the way her full breasts moved under the thin fabric.
“Now, we’ll finish your punishment, Breanne,” Shay said, sitting beside her.
Her eyes widened, and he grinned.
Zeb merely raised an eyebrow, willing to follow Shay’s lead.
“What?” Her voice was husky from crying, but he could smell the beginning of her arousal.
“You will give in to whatever Zeb and I ask of you tonight. Having nearly lost you, we’re going to be very, very demanding.”
She swallowed, and her nipples contracted. “I…that’s fair.”
“Good. Let’s lose the shirt.”
Zeb’s grin flashed, and he yanked her shirt off and tossed it on the floor.
Shay knelt on her other side and pushed her flat. By Herne’s balls, Breanne had gorgeous breasts. He ran his fingers over them, and she inhaled sharply. How soon could they have her moaning? He pinned her hands beside her head and took her mouth, gently at first, then hard.
He felt her jerk and squirm from whatever Zeb was doing. She moaned and sucked on his tongue, teasing him with her own until he pulled away. By the God, he needed to taste her elsewhere, to have her scent on him. “A bhràthair,” he said, his voice strained. “She needs something to suck on. Help her out.”
Zeb moved up on the bed and turned her face toward him. “Little female, I want those lips around my cock.”
Shay chuckled, delighted at how sweetly she opened her mouth. Zeb slid his cock in deep, his groan low and raspy.
Our mate. Shay ran his hands down her body, teasing her nipples. Already reddened—Zeb had played with them. What male could resist? He brushed his hand down the slight roundness of her stomach to the springy white-gold curls over her mound. Pushing open her legs, he inhaled her musky scent. His cock hardened painfully.
Zeb’s nostrils flared. “I think you enjoy this, cariad.”
In answer, she sucked so audibly hard that Zeb’s hand fisted in her hair.
Shay grinned.
Bree’s urge to drive Zeb crazy was siderailed by the way Shay stroked her body. He’d been so harsh during the spanking and was so gentle now.
He slid his hands up the insides of her thighs, pushing her legs farther open. But, jeez, his fingers stopped short of where her clit had started to throb.
Concentrate. She kissed her way up the taut velvety skin of Zeb’s cock. As she used her tongue to tease the engorged veins, his breathing deepened. When she scraped her teeth lightly over the head, his low growl was a song of pleasure and need.
A sharp nip on her mound made her jump, and Shay laughed. He wedged his shoulders between her thighs, and she paused in anticipation.
His breath brushed over her pussy. “She’s all puffy and wet for us.” His finger touched on top of her clit, and she gasped, her hips jerking up.
Zeb pulled on her hair and slid his cock out of her mouth. “I’m too tired to take you several times tonight.” His black eyes burned into hers. “So I want to be deep inside you when I get off.” He ran his knuckles over her cheek. “Of course, you’re female. Doesn’t matter if you’re tired.”
Shay chuckled. “We’ve been too easy on her. Let’s get nasty.”
“Agreed.”
Oh heavens. Her nipples tightened to aching. She swallowed, tasting Zeb. “I don’t want you to be nasty.” I think.
“Really?” Zeb ran his finger in a circle around her bunched nipple, and his cheek creased. “I’m not smelling fear, little female. Just arousal.” He mercilessly pinned her hands over her head. “No human worries allowed in this bed.” His rough kiss silenced any protest.
Even as Zeb kissed her, Shay teased her pussy, making the humming sound that meant he was pleased. He licked and nipped her folds, sending jolts of light pain searing along her nerves. Deep inside, pressure started to coil.
“Ah, I forgot. Fast and hard,” Shay muttered. His mouth closed over her clit, engulfing it in heat and wetness, a match for the kiss Zeb was giving her.
When Shay sucked lightly, her hips bucked uncontrollably. He laid an arm over her pelvis, holding her immobile as his tongue stroked over and around her clit. He sucked again. Licked. Sucked. Her world spun.
Zeb pressed a light kiss to her lips and cupped his left hand over her breast.
The next time Shay sucked, Zeb pinched her nipple hard, and the sensations zinged back and forth, blooming into heat in her belly. She needed to touch so she squirmed and pulled at her arms to get free. Zeb held her wrists ruthlessly; Shay pressed down on her hips.
She was trapped between two men—each trying to drive her crazy. “Oh God.”
With a rumbling laugh, Zeb switched to her other breast. Shay sucked harder.
The increasing pressure of impending climax made her body tighten. Every nerve was burning to come. She closed her eyes.
“No, cariad, look at me,” Zeb said in a strained voice.
She looked at him blindly, and then Shay sucked her clit hard and his tongue lashed over the top. Everything inside her contracted with a grip as hard as Zeb’s, released all at once, and exploded outward in a wave of sheer sensation.
Her hips tried to buck and got nowhere as Shay held her down, his tongue working her until the slightest touch was too much and even the brush of his breath made her shiver and spasm.
When her eyes cleared, Zeb was still
watching her, his dark eyes softer than they’d ever been.
“I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful when they come.” He ran his knuckles over her flushed cheek, then rose. “My turn, brawd.”
“Aye.” Shay walked away from the bed.
When he glanced back at her, she realized her legs were splayed wide open. She struggled to sit up.
Zeb pushed her down. “Stay where we put you, female,” he growled. With one hand, he pinned her wrists over her head as he fondled her breasts. “You’re ours tonight. Say ‘yes’.”
She shivered, excitement rising, even though she’d just gotten off. “Yes, Zeb,” she whispered.
“Good answer.”
Shay returned from the kitchen and handed Zeb something that made him laugh. She raised her head, trying to see. As Shay replaced Zeb at her side, he set his hand on her forehead and pushed. “Stay, little wolf.”
Zeb lifted her hips and shoved a pillow under her, making her squeak as the fabric rubbed her tender bottom. Both men laughed, the brutes. She glared at them. Yeah, her guilt was definitely gone. How could she have let them spank her? Then again—she saw Shay’s smoldering blue-gray eyes—how could she not? She was free of the guilt. Free to think how much she loved them.
As if he understood, he whispered, “A chuisle mo chridhe,” and kissed her fiercely.
“What does—”
With firm hands, Zeb bent her knees and settled between her legs.
She tried to move and realized Shay’s hand was still on her forehead, holding her down.
His eyes laughed into her hers when she scowled at him. “Just think of yourself as a meaty bone for a couple of wolves to play with. Chew on. Nip. Tug.” He pulled on her left nipple. Her breasts were swollen from Zeb’s attentions, and the feeling of Shay’s callused fingers made her startle.
She heard something tear, but Shay kept her head pressed down so she couldn’t look. The feeling of helplessness in the face of their strength made her quiver. “Just take me.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” The corners of Shay’s eyes crinkled.
“Darn you.” Heat flared under her skin, and it felt frightening, as if she’d been caught in a current and couldn’t break free. She shoved at Shay’s hand on her forehead.
Zeb gave a snort of laughter. “She’s always trying to push me away too, brawd.”
Shay gripped her wrists, setting them over her head. “You keep your hands right there, or I’ll tie them.” He smiled slowly. “And I’d enjoy it too.”
“Good idea,” Zeb said, and Bree caught her breath at the dark dangerous look in his eyes.
Criminy. The thought of being tied down while the men did…things…to her sent heat searing through her body. Was she getting warped or what?
Shay circled her nipple with a finger. “Look how hard these are. We’re not the only ones who’d enjoy it.”
Zeb studied her, his gaze going from her breasts to her face. The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Let’s see if she does.” He fetched a long strip of T-shirt from the table.
As Shay held her in an unbreakable grip, Zeb wrapped the shirt around and around her right wrist, then knotted it. After running the other end of the cloth through the slatted headboard, he secured her left wrist, tightening the strip of fabric so both arms were restrained over her head.
A surge of heat blazed up at the fire in his eyes. She pulled at the T-shirt binding, realizing if she really, really needed out, she could pull her hands free…although it would take work and time. What were they going to do to her?
“I gave you a word to use if you ever got scared. Tell Zeb what it is.” Shay brushed her hair from her face.
The edge of fear disappeared, leaving only nerves and anticipation behind. She licked her lips and tasted Zeb. “Elvis.”
Zeb actually laughed. He nuzzled her neck, his day’s beard growth rough against her skin compared to his soft lips, then walked to the foot of the bed.
When Shay’s hands closed on her breasts, she jerked. The helpless feeling increased as she tugged on her bonds.
As Shay watched her struggle, his lips curved. “I hadn’t realized how much fun this could be.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers. The feeling was indescribable, and her back arched up, pressing her breasts into his hands.
Zeb pushed her legs up, tipping her knees outward. The pillow lifted her bottom, so the position exposed…everything.
He looked down at her pussy, pleasure in his face. After running his fingers between her folds, he pressed a finger inside her. She shivered as her vagina added to the clamor of sensation streaming upward. “She’s very wet,” he said softly.
“Um-hum.” Shay’s gaze stayed on her face as he pinched her nipple lightly, and sheer heat sizzled straight to her pussy.
Zeb said, “Whatever you did, she just clamped down on me. Do it again.”
Shay’s smile widened. “My pleasure.”
Bree tried to move as Shay’s head lowered, but her arms jerked futilely on the restraints. Zeb pressed another finger inside her, sending warring sensations through her.
Shay licked a nipple, then sucked lightly. The sensation squeezed something deep inside her, and she felt her peak swell. He gently nipped the very tip.
Her gasp choked her as the tiny pain ripped downward, and her pussy responded.
“Nice,” Zeb growled. When his mouth settled over her clit, the room blurred. His tongue, oh God, his tongue. Rasping and soft at the same time, so wet, and—
Shay switched to her other nipple, and she moaned as desire became a terrifying vise. Another bite on her breast.
As she clenched, Zeb thrust his fingers in and out of her in a demanding rhythm. Her insides tightened around him, and she felt her climax building from her toes north. He sucked her clit, strobed it with his tongue, then stopped before she could come. She moaned, and a please broke from her.
He chuckled. “No, little female, not yet.” He pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and aching inside. Her clit felt as if it might split from the blood pouring into it.
“Need an extra hand here,” Zeb said, and Shay slid one hand down to her mound, teasingly flicking his fingers as if he was playing a keyboard. She trembled.
“Open her more,” Zeb directed, and Shay fanned his fingers, pulling her labia apart. Cool air brushed like a kiss over her clit, as if it stood out all by itself, and the firmness of Shay’s pull made it tighter.
A hand closed on her bottom, squeezing slightly. She flinched, her skin still hurting from the spanking, and started to straighten her legs.
Zeb pushed her knees higher. “If you move, I’ll swat your pretty pink ass.”
God no. She stopped fighting, too aware of how the pillow lifted her pussy upward, keeping her more available.
Shay blew across her nipple, making it bunch tighter.
“Don’t move, little female,” Zeb cautioned, and then she felt—oh my heavens—his finger slicking her anus and pressing in. Like what Shay had done at the Gather and a couple of times since.
Oh God, what were they planning? “Wait…”
Both men chuckled at the same time, murmuring something comforting. The finger slowly advanced, then slid all the way in.
“Shay…” she whined, before realizing he was the one who’d bought the lubricant.
“You enjoy a couple fingers there.” She felt the determination of her alpha as he said, “You’ll try a cock tonight.” He kissed her.
She felt a touch of coldness, then Zeb pushed a second finger in. More burn. She tried to wiggle away, and he made a warning sound.
She froze.
Zeb rumbled something. To her surprise, Shay released her arms from the restraints and lifted her up. “Your arm can’t support you. Means you get the bottom,” Shay said to Zeb.
Zeb snorted. “As if you’d allow anything different.” He took Bree’s place, on his back with his knees hanging off the end. Shay set Bree down, straddling him. Her dangling breasts rubbed his ches
t.
Winding his fingers in her long hair, Zeb tugged her close for a gentle kiss, then smiled into her eyes. Her heart ached for the pain she’d given him yet expanded at the love in his gaze, as if she were a treasure he’d found.
Although his erection bobbed against her mound, he just played with her breasts, saying, “I like when they hang down into my hand.”
Behind her, Shay rubbed his erection against her sore bottom. When she winced, he chuckled. “Poor little wolf. A sore ass will make this more interesting. For you.”
Interesting? She closed her eyes as he parted her buttocks and applied more cold lube. He slid his finger into her anus, making her jerk.
She shivered. “You’re too big. Way too big.”
“Let’s find out.” Shay added another finger, stretching her, before pulling out. More lube. Her eyes opened wide when she felt a cock slide between her buttocks. “Nooo.”
Shay swatted her bottom lightly, making her squeak. “If you hate this, we’ll stop, mo leannan. But you come harder with fingers, so I think you’ll like it. I’ll go slowly.”
He was huge. He went slowly as promised, easing the tip in and out, even as Zeb ran his finger over her clit, sending waves of sensation through her.
She squirmed, all her senses jangling from the need to come and the need to get away from the cock trying to push into her. Shay’s hands gripped her hips, keeping her still. He pushed harder, and she whimpered as he stretched her until her anus burned as badly as her bottom.
Zeb pinched her clit, and the sensation consumed the pain. I need…
Her hands closed into fists, and then the head of Shay’s cock went in with a soundless plop. “There you go. It’ll be easier now, lass.” He rocked, each time advancing more. Cold made her jump as he added lube and slid more easily. Slid too far.
Burning and too full and…
“I’m in,” he said. His thighs bumped her sore bottom, and she squeaked, trying to pull away but getting nowhere.
Zeb pinched her clit, and she wiggled.
Shay growled, low and dangerous. “Breanne, the way you feel around me…” He leaned forward, nipping her neck, kissing her shoulder, and the movement drove him deeper.
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