Her Wanton Ways [Notorious Nephilim 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Carolyn Rosewood

  A delicious melting sensation flowed through her. She stared into Cristian’s eyes and felt a sense of peace, as though she’d never have another care in the world as long as she held his gaze. She trusted him completely at that moment, though she didn’t understand why. It didn’t seem to matter. She only wanted to be with him.

  He put down his drink the same time she placed hers on the table then kissed her. This time, his kisses were soft and undemanding, but that only served to further increase Joelle’s desire. She heard the door open, but Cristian was still kissing her, and she didn’t want to break lip contact.

  “Knew you wouldn’t wait for me.” Blade’s voice held a note of annoyance, but there was no trace of that in his touch as he sat behind Joelle and reached under her arms to cup her breasts. He teased her nipples until Joelle was wet and moaning again. When he moved one hand between her legs to stroke her clit, she squirmed in delight.

  Cristian released her mouth and looked into her eyes. “Who’s first, Joelle? Your choice.”

  “What?” She couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought. The air in the room was almost uncomfortably hot and felt electrified, like there was a thunderstorm brewing. “First for what?”

  “For paddling you.” Blade held up the leather paddle, and Joelle swallowed hard. It was black and sleek, long enough to strike both ass cheeks at the same time. Her gaze traveled to the muscles in Blade’s forearms. He looked strong—strong enough to really smack her hard with that thing.

  She tried to put on a brave and willing expression, but must have failed because the look in Blade’s eyes softened as he placed the paddle back on the coffee table. “Joelle, we only want to pleasure you.”

  “Cristian said the same thing.”

  “Am I correct in assuming no one has ever paddled you?”

  Joelle nodded, imagining the look on Scott’s face if she’d ever asked him to do such a thing.

  “Not every woman likes it,” said Cristian.

  Joelle didn’t want them to think she wasn’t willing to try. The thought excited her beyond reason, but seeing the instrument in person was a bit daunting. “I won’t know until I try.”

  Wicked, sexy grins spread over their faces. “Okay, then, but you still have to choose who paddles you first.”

  She shook her head. “I can’t. I don’t know.” Her thoughts were so jumbled she barely knew her own name. All the blood in her brain had rushed to her pussy again. She was so wet she could feel her juices on her upper thighs. Breathing became difficult, and her heart hammered in her chest. These were the sexiest, most exciting men she’d ever met, and she wanted to explore all her fantasies with them.

  “Blade, you go ahead,” said Cristian. “It’s your paddle, after all. But I get more swats for going second.” He waggled his eyebrows at Joelle, and she bit back a giggle.

  “She’s laughing at us.” Blade’s voice held a note of humor as he removed his clothes then positioned Joelle over his left thigh so that her ass was up in the air. “She actually thinks this is funny.”

  His teasing had Joelle trying even harder to keep from giggling as he pinned her legs with his right thigh. Cristian took her arms and put them behind her back, then held onto her wrists.

  “She won’t be laughing in a few seconds,” he said.

  Blade caressed her ass cheeks, and Joelle moaned. “If you say stop, I stop, okay? Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. She was pinned. The only movement possible was a slight rocking of her hips against Blade’s muscled thigh. His cock pushed against her left hip, rock hard and huge. She turned her head to the side and waited.

  The first smack stung like crazy, and she yelped. A sliver of fear tried to force its way in, but she closed her eyes and let the erotic images dancing through her head take over. Blade struck her again, and it hurt, but Joelle was shocked to realize it also aroused her even further.

  “You okay?” asked Cristian.

  “Yes.”

  She couldn’t see his face, but she swore she could feel him smile. Blade caressed the small of her back while he struck her three more times in quick succession. Joelle moaned from the combination of pain and exquisite pleasure racing through her body. “I think she likes this,” he said softly.

  “I love it,” she gasped. “It’s so dirty.”

  “It’s not dirty,” said Blade, striking her again. “It’s sexy. Your ass was made to be spanked.”

  After he’d struck her five more times, he laid the paddle on her ass cheeks and caressed her soaking-wet slit. Her ass was on fire, but she didn’t want him to stop. He slipped two fingers inside her pussy, and she moaned loudly.

  “She’s so wet we both could fit in there,” said Blade.

  “Oh God…” Joelle nearly came at his words. She pushed her hips against his thigh, trying to bring on her climax, but Blade removed his fingers and paddled her five more times.

  “Now it’s Cristian’s turn.”

  Joelle groaned, wondering how she’d get through this, but at the same time she craved it. It was the most decadent thing she’d ever done, and her imagination hadn’t come close to the reality of the experience.

  Blade helped her up then pulled her into a rough embrace and kissed her. She clung to his shoulders and pushed her breasts against his chest. Fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids. How was it possible to be this aroused?

  When he released her mouth, Cristian positioned her over his leg the same way Blade had done. Blade held her arms down and planted tiny kisses along her neck. “You’re a lot of fun, Joelle. Thank you for letting us do this for you.”

  “I love it.” She could barely speak. Cristian’s smacks weren’t quite as forceful as Blade’s had been, but they excited her just as much. Blade’s mouth on her skin was hot, and her ass cheeks burned. Her clit throbbed, and if she didn’t come soon she was going to go out of her mind with need.

  When Cristian finally stopped, she thought he was going to help her stand up the way Blade had done and wondered if her shaking legs would support her weight. But he didn’t ask her to stand. He asked her to lie prone on the sofa, and she did, moaning with anticipation. She wanted to ask what they were going to do, but her voice was gone. All she could do was pant and give into the arousal that swept through her like flames through dry brush. It consumed her. She was putty in their hands and wouldn’t refuse them anything.

  Cristian placed sofa cushions under her hips so that her ass was up in the air, then he stroked the insides of her legs, opening them. He rubbed her pussy while Blade reached under her chest to play with her breasts. She heard another condom wrapper, and then Cristian plunged into her pussy from behind. He filled her completely and the sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt while being fucked on her back.

  With each hard thrust, her clit rubbed against the sofa cushions, and when she came, it was an explosion that rocked her body to the core. She screamed and clung to the edge of the sofa with one hand. Blade’s mouth found hers, and she ravaged him with her tongue.

  Cristian gave her sore ass cheeks a couple of hard smacks with his hand, then pulled out. “Your turn, Blade.”

  Joelle’s legs felt rubbery, and her pussy was swollen and sore, but she didn’t care. Blade fucked her hard and deep, lightly smacking her ass cheeks every few seconds. The sting competed with the waves of her impending orgasm, until Joelle couldn’t even process all the sensations. All she could do was whimper and give in to them.

  These two strong, sexy men were more incredible than all her erotic fantasies combined. Peggy would never believe her. Joelle hardly believed what her own senses told her was true. They took turns, fucking her from behind, until both men came on her ass. The hot cum stung the wounds the paddle had made, but Joelle didn’t mind. She’d let them cover her in cum if that’s what they wanted to do.

  Blade helped her sit up then pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair. Joelle didn’t have the strength to wrap her arms around him. He stood and l
ifted her then carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on her bed.

  “Stay with me,” she said, her eyelids fluttering.

  “Try and make us leave,” said Blade, his voice full of humor and warmth. He crawled next to her and drew her into his arms. Behind her, Cristian wrapped his body around hers. Joelle drifted off to sleep, smiling.

  Chapter Five

  Cristian crept out of Joelle’s bed and walked into the sitting room. The drapes were still open and moonlight flooded the room. He walked closer and smiled as he watched fat snowflakes swirl in the air. The newscasters had been right for a change. He opened the window, glancing toward the hallway as he did. The frigid air wouldn’t bother him, but he didn’t want Joelle to wake up and catch him standing in front of an open window, stark naked, watching it snow. She would have too many questions he wasn’t ready to answer.

  He breathed in the clean, frosty air and closed his eyes. If they lived in this climate all year long, he’d be perfectly happy. Hot weather made him uncomfortable and reminded him too much of the glimpse of Hell Lilith had once given him. Even now, the memory caused an involuntary shudder. That they were forced to pass the demon off as their cousin and had named this resort after her made him sick to his stomach. She was the millstone around their necks, and Cristian wished they’d never become involved with her.

  A noise from the hallway caught his attention, and he turned around. Joelle wasn’t there, but the sound of running water reached his ears. He closed the window but stayed in front of it to watch the snow. It was heavier now. The parking lot was already covered.

  “Oh, how beautiful.” Joelle’s breathy voice brought a smile to his face. He turned to find her standing a few feet behind him, her gaze riveted to the window. She’d thrown a pink satin robe on, but the covering couldn’t hide her sexy body. Her scent drifted toward him, and Cristian’s dick sprang to attention. Memories of being inside her hot, wet pussy filled his head.

  He held out his hand, and she walked toward him, a sly smile on her face. “Cristian Neville, you’re standing in front of an open window without a stitch of clothing on. What would the neighbors say?”

  He chuckled as she took his hand. Her skin was cool and soft, just like the snow. “Our closest neighbors are about thirty miles away. I think I’m safe from Peeping Toms.”

  She leaned against him, and he let go of her hand to slip his arm around her shoulder. “I love snow,” she said.

  “Me, too.”

  “I hope it snows so hard I’m stuck here for an extra week or two.”

  He made a purring noise in the back of throat. “What a tragedy that would be. Whatever would you do with all that extra time?”

  She giggled and snuggled closer to him. “You two wore me out. How do you do it?” She glanced up at him. “How do you have so much stamina?”

  He shrugged. “Don’t know. Born with it, I guess.”

  She turned her attention back to the snowfall, and it was all Cristian could do not to beg her to let him fuck her again.

  “When I was little, every winter my parents would talk about moving to Florida. They both hate the snow.”

  “A lot of people are like that.”

  “I don’t understand why. It’s so peaceful and pretty. And I don’t mind the cold at all.”

  “Then you’d love it here in the winter. We hitch the horses to sleighs and offer midnight rides around Glacier Lake, on a trail marked with torches. The lake usually freezes, and our guests ice skate on it.”

  She glanced at him again. “That sounds fabulous.”

  “Maybe it’ll snow enough, and you’ll get your wish?”

  “It must be like a fantasy to live here, Cristian.”

  “It’s beautiful.” He frowned, trying to formulate answers to the questions he knew were coming. It was a challenge when they started asking about his life. He always struggled to find a way to change the subject without making it obvious he was doing it. The others were so much more adept at that than he’d ever been.

  “You mentioned at dinner that you and your cousins inherited the property. Did you come here when you were children? Did you know you’d all own it one day?”

  Cristian let his mind return to the conversation at dinner. She’d said something about breaking up with a fiancé recently, hadn’t she? “It’s a boring story, Joelle. I’d rather hear about you. At dinner you mentioned a broken engagement. What happened?”

  A bit blunt, but he had to steer her away from the blissful childhood she was imagining, or he’d slip up like he’d done so many times before.

  She let out a loud sigh. “That’s a boring story, too, Cristian. I met him where I work.”

  “Where is that?”

  “In the ad agency where my father is a partner. He’s one of their clients, and he has big dreams.”

  To say her voice was filled with sarcasm would have been an understatement. Cristian suppressed a smile. “And he swept you off your feet?”

  “He was very interesting to talk to, up to a point. And he’s the only person besides my father who’s ever beaten me at chess.”

  Cristian grinned. “Is that so? How long have you been playing?”

  “My father taught me when I was ten.”

  “Your ex must be a good player then.”

  “He is. I beat him once in a while, but not too often.”

  “But despite that commonality, it didn’t work out with him.”

  “No, it did not. Unfortunately we were…extensively involved by the time I finally realized what a mean-spirited control freak he was.”

  Cristian wished he’d kept his mouth shut. Her aura went from light to dark in the space of five seconds. “I’m sorry, Joelle. I shouldn’t have asked you about it.”

  She took her arm from around his waist and walked over to the sofa. He followed, wishing he had something to cover up with. It didn’t seem right to be rock hard and naked with her while she was talking about a bad past relationship.

  “I’m not upset you asked. But maybe you can explain something to me, from a male point of view.”

  “I’ll try.” Cristian couldn’t help but smile this time, and as he did, he hoped Joelle wouldn’t misinterpret the gesture. He’d never been asked for advice by one of the guests, and it made him feel good that she had faith in him.

  “My fiancé wasn’t…how do I put this? He wasn’t very interested in sexual exploration. What I mean is, the things you and Blade did to me last night…he would never do. Not even close.” She glanced around as though afraid someone else might be listening, and her cheeks colored slightly. “He called me disgusting when I tried once to give him a blow job.”

  Cristian shook his head. “I’m so sorry. There’s nothing disgusting about it, Joelle. I hope you know that.”

  “I do, but his remarks hurt a lot.”

  He put his arm around her, fighting against the urge to kiss her. This wasn’t the time. She needed to talk. “Of course they did. You were right to break up with him. A woman like you—who enjoys herself so much in bed—could never be married to a man like that.”

  She pulled away and looked into his eyes with a combination of fear and worry. “You don’t think I’m a slut, do you? I mean, why is it wrong that a woman enjoys sex? A man would never be chastised or labeled for that.”

  “I totally agree. It’s not wrong, and you’re not a slut. You’re exciting and sexy. Your ex is a damn fool.”

  “Thank you.” The look of gratitude she gave him sent an odd thrill through his body. He didn’t like the way those big green eyes suddenly regarded him as though he were her knight in shining armor. He didn’t like it one little bit. He didn’t want to get that close to the guests. He only wanted to enjoy them.

  “You’d better get some more rest, Joelle.”

  She yawned then covered her mouth as though she was embarrassed. “I guess I’m more tired than I thought. Will you stay here the rest of the night?”

  “I’m going to watch the snow a b
it more then I’ll come to bed.” He kissed the top of her head. “Now get out of here before I change my mind and ravage you again.”

  She giggled as she rose and stretched. Watching her move like that was torture. He wanted to touch her so badly. “That’s a tempting thought, but I do need some more sleep. Good night.”

  “Good night, Joelle.”

  Cristian stood in front of the window and watched the snow blanket the grounds, wondering what the hell had just happened, and why he suddenly felt protective toward a guest for the first time since they’d started this resort, thirty-one years ago.

  Sure, Joelle was a babe, but so were all the other women he’d seduced. There was nothing special about her, right? The image of that fiery hair spilling over her shoulders as he fucked her hot, tight pussy from behind made him groan. It wasn’t just the hair, but the combination of vulnerability and strength that drove him to distraction.

  Cristian swore under his breath. He’d better be careful. This feisty woman could turn out to be his undoing. And the worst part was that he wasn’t quite as bothered about that possibility as he should be.

  * * * *

  Blade rolled over and when his arm touched warm flesh, he opened his eyes. Joelle was sound asleep, on her back, stark naked. His dick hardened. Cristian wasn’t in the bed, but that didn’t surprise Blade. He rarely spent the night in a guest’s room. Cristian was what the humans commonly referred to as a “love ’em then leave ’em” kind of guy. That was fine with Blade. It meant he’d have Joelle all to himself this morning.

  He nuzzled her neck, and she stirred in her sleep but didn’t completely wake up. They had gone at her pretty hard last night. Blade didn’t want to hurt her, but she smelled so wonderful, and her skin was so warm. He kissed one pink nipple, then the other. His cock throbbed and his balls contracted. When he took her breasts in his hands and played with her nipples, she finally opened her eyes.