by BJ Wane
“Her car’s here,” Luc said when Jon came downstairs from checking their bedroom for Caitlin. “She has to be around here somewhere.” He wasn’t too worried yet. Caitlin had readily agreed to stay at the plantation this week, giving them a chance to end Isabelle’s attacks and, hopefully, complete their bond. Now that he had not only gotten to know his mate, Luc found he was no longer reluctant to claim her and end his carefree bachelor ways.
“Let’s look out back. Maybe she walked down to the pond.” Unlike his brother, Jon was worried Caitlin’s need to exert her independence might lead her to do something rash. Damien’s property was completely secure with high fencing and top notch security, but they would never assume rogues couldn’t breach the premises.
Fifteen minutes later, they both started to get concerned when they saw Tasha come out of the bayou, look at them, then turn back around. When she turned her head, let out a small growl and then took another step toward the bayou, they got the hint she wanted them to follow her.
“Don’t tell me she’s gotten herself into trouble in there?” Luc ground out as they followed Tasha’s twitching back end.
“Let’s find out.” Caitlin, where the hell are you? Jon asked her, hoping she was able to hear and answer him.
Caitlin jumped at the sudden, welcome intrusion of Jon’s voice in her head. Even under the dire circumstances, her body had no trouble responding to the intimate contact. I’m up a tree, literally. What’s the deal with the tigers? She had no doubt the men knew the cats were in the swamp, what she didn’t know was why.
Luc grinned at Jon, then answered her. They’re Damien’s pets and won’t hurt you. Come down from there.
I’ll wait for you. No matter what they said, she didn’t trust the gleam in the male cat’s eyes as he stared up at her unblinkingly. A few minutes later, Jon and Luc stood staring up at her with frowns on their faces, hands fisted on their hips.
“Get your ass down here, Cat,” Luc told her as he stroked Micah’s head to show her how friendly he was. “You shouldn’t have come in here in the first place.” Now that they had found her, he had to work on keeping his lust in check. Promising to give her some time and space was proving to be harder than his cock was right now.
“I don’t need a lecture,” she answered tartly as she grabbed the vine and swung down, keeping her distance from the cats despite their assurances.
“Obviously you need something.” Jon grabbed her hand and headed back out with her in tow. “Why didn’t you stick closer to the house?” The dangers of the swamp were nothing to take lightly, and he shuddered to think what could have befallen her if Micah and Tasha hadn’t kept an eye on her, just like they had Grace. Only Caitlin didn’t seem uneasy about her surroundings, only about the cats.
“I don’t answer about my every step to you,” she retorted, wishing her body wasn’t so happy to be near them again, especially when they were irritating her with their lectures. “I grew up running wild in the bayous, I knew what I was doing,” she defended herself, more relaxed now that she saw how tame the tigers were.
“What do you mean you ran wild as a kid? Where the hell were your parents?” Luc was realizing how much they didn’t know about their mate, and decided they needed to remedy that quickly.
Caitlin scoffed at the mention of her parents. “Nobody gave a shit about me until I met Dan, and even he didn’t expect me to answer to him about my every move.” She could see the pool now and tugged to pull her hand out of Jon’s tight grasp. As happy and relieved as she had been to have them come to her rescue yet again, she now found herself irritated with them. They were very good at getting her ire up despite the way her nipples beaded into painful nubs and the way her pussy swelled and moistened as soon as she heard their voices.
“Well, someone gives a shit about you now, and you’re going to have to learn how to deal with that.” Jon looked at Luc as they stood at the edge of the clearing. “What do you think, bro? Here or wait until we get inside?”
“You know what I think.” They have been dealing with women as a pair for a long time, and Luc knew exactly what Jon was getting at. Grabbing a vine much like the one he watched Caitlin swing down from the tree on, he quickly wrapped it around her wrists as Jon held her arms up, her curses and useless struggles making both of them grin.
“God damn it,” Caitlin snapped as they strung her up before she even realized what they were doing. She swayed between them, struggling to free her arms while trying desperately to ignore the way her body was reacting to being bound. “Let me loose. I do not like this.” She quit struggling long enough to glare at them, their smirks only igniting her temper more. “I mean it, you two. I’m not into this shit.”
“Tsk, tsk, such a potty mouth. You do have the temper of a redhead, don’t you?” Jon fisted his hand in her short auburn hair, tilted her head up and cut off her enraged gasp with his mouth.
She should know by now that mad only went so far with these two. Caitlin quickly succumbed to the heat of Jon’s mouth on hers, her body swaying towards him of its own accord, betraying her once again. She attempted to wrap her arms around him, moaned in frustration when she couldn’t then silently cursed again when her helplessness caused another gush of moisture to seep from her pussy.
She wasn’t surprised when Jon’s hand pulled her shirt up, his palm cupping her breast as Luc reached around from behind her and unzipped her jeans then shoved them down to her knees. She also wasn’t surprised by her quick reaction to the exposure, the thrill of being naked outdoors, the risk of being seen adding to her excitement. No, she wasn’t surprised because she has never denied her attraction to these two, just what they wanted from her. Her complete surrender.
Luc palmed her ass, kneaded her buttocks as Jon’s hand coasted over her turgid nipples, down her waist and cupped her pussy, his mouth never letting up on its assault, his other hand keeping her head immobile with his tight grip on her hair. Moaning, she arched into his palm, her tongue dueling with his, her moan getting lost in his mouth as she waited with baited breath for him to enter her. When Luc took his thumbs and spread her cheeks, revealing her anus, she struggled and failed against a tide of embarrassment then tore her mouth from Jon’s with a gasp when Luc pushed the tip of his thumb past her tight sphincter.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, never realizing how sensitive that orifice was. “Stop tormenting me, please,” she practically begged, her need to climax nearly uncontrollable.
Jon chuckled, nipped her bottom lip and whispered, “But, darlin’, we haven’t begun tormenting yet.” Nodding at Luc over her shoulder, he grabbed her hips to hold them still and watched her expressive face as Luc laid the switch he had broken off a tree across her ass.
Caitlin cried out at the fiery burn across her buttocks, a burn that fed the fire in her pussy. “Ow! Damn it, that hurt.” She glared at Jon, her eyes glittering.
“It was supposed to.” Luc kissed her cheek then laid a much lighter stroke below the first one, loving the way her ass twitched. The first smack was meant to get her attention, the second to tantalize. Two more strokes applied just hard enough to lightly sting and tease her senses then he tossed the switch aside and ran his finger over the red stripes, laughing at her low moan. “We care about you, Caitlin, so when you recklessly put yourself in harm’s way, we’re going to react.”
“I was never in danger, I told you that. Not until those two cats blocked my way. How was I supposed to know they were friendly?” Right now, the slight sting from the switch was wreaking havoc with her senses, heightening her arousal to a fever pitch. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to do something?” she demanded, hoping she didn’t sound as desperate and needy as she felt.
“Aw, poor baby.” Jon kissed her again as he feathered his fingers over her smooth, damp labia, teasing touches meant to torment.
Caitlin shuddered, moaned again as her arousal grew, the feel of Luc’s finger lightly stroking her anus again ratcheting her excitement. She
let her head fall back when Jon released her hair and slid his mouth down her neck. Holding her breath, she waited to see if he was going to bite her, surprised that the possibility didn’t freak her out, but even more surprised at her disappointment when he simply ran his tongue over her pulse before moving down to her breasts. The hard, suckling draw on her right nipple quickly took her mind off her perplexing reactions, especially when it was accompanied with the dual penetration of their fingers in her ass and pussy.
Light strokes meant to tease as well as arouse drove her to the brink of release before pulling back, over and over, until she was writhing between them in mindless, heated, unfulfilled need. Her body’s urgent demand soon became so intense it bordered on pain. They brought her right to the edge of climax again, Jon barely touching her clit before pulling back, Luc going deeper in her ass, touching sensitive nerve endings she never knew she had, then pulling back right as the small tremors heralding her climax started, making her cry out in agony.
“Please. Why are you being so cruel?” she pleaded on a sob, not understanding why they kept denying her that one big push over the edge.
Their hands left her body abruptly and she opened her eyes to see them both in front of her, their looks turbulent, stormy with lust. “What?” It was obvious by the bulges in their jeans that they wanted her, and more than obvious she was willing, so what was the problem?
“This time,” Luc practically growled, his own frustration feeling like claws ripping into him, “you come to us.”
“But only if you’re willing to commit to what we’re asking of you, Caitlin. We don’t want to settle for anything less.” Jon reached up and freed her arms then he and Luc did the hardest thing they’d ever had to do. They turned from their mate and went inside to wait her decision, gambling everything on the look on her face when they gave her their ultimatum.
Don’t want to or won’t, she wondered as she watched them walk away, leaving her frustrated on several levels. From the moment she met them, despite her better judgment, the two of them made her want to do crazy things, like believe what they were telling her, like giving in to the urge to shuck her pride and her misgivings and run after them. Unwilling to risk losing them, for the first time, she was going to do just that. She had just discovered her fear of losing herself was nothing compared to her need for those two.
Chapter Nineteen
Caitlin jerked up her jeans and stormed into the house, determination etched on her face and in her stride as she found Abby and Grace as well as Damien and Jacob in the great room, but no sign of Luc or Jon. “Where are they?” she demanded despite her embarrassment when she realized the unobstructed view they had of what happened at the edge of the yard.
“They headed upstairs,” Damien told her, enjoying the flustered look on her face. Hopefully that meant she was ready to cement her relationship with her mates, just in time for them to launch an all-out attack on Isabelle with all of them at their full potential by the end of the week.
Turning on her heel, she marched out of the room, into the foyer and up the grand staircase, formulating ideas to get a little payback before giving them what not only they wanted, but also what she now knew she wanted. The house was so fricking big, she started with the most obvious room first, their bedroom. The door was closed but, since they had given her this room to use, she didn’t let that stop her from flinging it open so hard it banged against the wall. Seeing them sitting in front of the fireplace, seemingly unperturbed, had her narrowing her eyes in contemplation. As their looks went from surprised to pleased then to smug, she reined in her temper and quickly changed tactics. Closing the door much softer than she had opened it, she pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor as she moved slowly toward them. A snap and a tug had her jeans gaping open, revealing the edge of her panties when she stood in front of them, between their two chairs. Without a word, keeping her eyes on theirs, she shimmied out of her jeans and panties then went to her knees between them, glad that their chairs were close enough she could reach each of them easily.
“Caitlin, sweetheart,” Jon croaked as she struggled with one hand to get their pants open. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Why are you questioning her?” Luc snapped at his brother as he helped Caitlin release his engorged cock into her hand.
Caitlin laughed, telling them, “I haven’t been sure of much this past week, guys, but of this, now I’m sure.” Wrapping her hands around their cocks, she slowly pumped their rigid flesh, marveling again at their size and at how much she wanted to feel both of them stretching her orifices again. Her hands barely fit around them, but that didn’t keep her from stroking every inch or from cupping their bulbous, smooth heads with her palms.
It only took a few minutes before they both muttered a curse, jumped up and shucked their clothes. Gripping his cock, Luc told her hoarsely, “I’ve never been this hard, Caitlin. You damn well better not be toying with us. It wouldn’t be smart.” He curled his lips just enough to show her the tip of his fangs, letting her know just how aroused he was, ignoring Jon’s scowl. She needed to face the unvarnished truth and consequences if she continued on this course.
“What my uncouth brother is trying to say….” Jon began before she could freak out, only to have her cut him off by reaching for their cocks again with a secret, sultry smile.
“I know what he’s trying to say, and I know what I finally want.” Her mouth had gone dry at the sight of all that hard male flesh, those rippling muscles and those two bare, silk covered, hard as steel cocks. Harder than they’ve ever been, if she believed them, all for her, the troublemaker foster kid from the wrong side of the bayou that no one wanted. And that just wouldn’t do, because she was going to need all the saliva she could muster to explore those lovely cocks with her mouth.
Leaning to her left, she took Luc’s cock into her mouth while tightening her hand around Jon’s. Moving in tandem, she worked their cocks with her mouth and hand, her intention to drive them to the height they had driven her to before they had walked away. Luc’s cock filled her mouth at halfway, stretched her lips as wide as they would go, but that didn’t deter her from stroking over every inch, every ridge, licking every drop. Stroking her thumb over Jon’s crown, she spread his seepage over the mushroom cap as she kept a tight grip on his shaft.
When she felt both cocks harden even more, both jerk with their impending orgasms, she released them and sat back on her heels. “What?” she asked innocently when they frowned at her.
“Caitlin, you can’t win against us,” Jon warned her softly. He knew what she was up to and it wasn’t going to work because this time they weren’t letting her go. She had stepped into the room with her eyes wide open and there would be no going back now.
Caitlin leaned forward again, ignoring his comment and Luc’s silent glare, this time taking Jon’s cock in her mouth and Luc’s in her hand, working them again, using her fist and her tongue to drive them crazy. A few minutes later, the silence was broken with their moans, their hands in her hair, on her neck, coaxing over her breasts as she sucked, licked and pumped their cocks to the very edge of climax. When their hips started pumping with her ministrations, she cupped their sacs, rolling their balls, waiting until they drew up tautly before releasing them again, sitting back on her heels with smug satisfaction at hearing their low growls.
Her satisfaction was short-lived, however, when Luc pulled her to her feet and ground his mouth down on hers, his cock pressing into her waist insistently, Jon’s cock poking her ass just as insistently. Luc released her mouth as abruptly as he had taken it, his eyes going from her to Jon behind her as he said, “Hold her for me then we’ll switch.”
“Works for me.” Jon pulled her slim body back against his, one arm under her breasts, his hand cupping one fleshy mound as his other hand lifted her right leg under her knee, pulling her leg up and out. “Relax against me, darlin’.”
And that quickly they had the tables turned on her, h
ad her eager, more than willing to be fucked by them. Luc wrapped his hand around his cock, his eyes on her spread pussy. There was no hiding her desire, the slick, swollen passage was open for him to see.
Luc reluctantly shifted his gaze from the treasure of her exposed pussy to her face, relieved to see her eyes dark with need, her look accepting and ready. “Tell me you want us,” he demanded, his tone guttural with his own need.
“I want you. Both of you.” She could no more deny that any longer than she could deny she was a redhead.
Luc grabbed her hips and thrust into her without pause, his face tight, his cock filling her completely. Caitlin was grateful for the brace of Jon’s big body behind her as Luc pounded into her, taking her fast and hard, with no holds barred enthusiasm that had her responding in kind. She got off on the way they held her immobile between them, Luc’s tight hold on her hips making sure she had no choice but to take the pummeling thrusts of his cock, Jon’s hard body preventing her from falling back from the force of Luc’s possession. Her climax built with each powerful thrust, each stroke over her clit, with each glide of Jon’s thumb over her nipple. A low growl reverberated from Luc’s chest, making her hotter, wilder, wetter, each deep thrust driving her closer to that edge until she was flying off it in exquisite, body enveloping pleasure.
He loved watching the way her body welcomed his intrusion, the way her smooth lips folded around his cock, the way her slick channel attempted to hold him inside of her. Luc felt the first ripples heralding her climax and then the stronger convulsions as her orgasm soaked his cock with her come, setting off his own climax. The intense pleasure had him leaning toward her, his eyes a fiery glow, his fangs aching to sink into the soft pulse beating just for them.
