Stormbound

by Vonna Harper

  Levi knew his friend was addressing how bold and aggressive he sounded. Maybe he should tell Briant how easy taking charge was, but right now, he had better things to do.

  “What are you looking at?” she asked. “Do you approve?”

  Her clothes hadn’t done her body justice. Beneath the androgynous garments lay a killer curving body, not that he intended to tell her until she understood her submissive role. “I haven’t decided. Describe what I’m seeing.”

  Something flickered in her eyes that made him wonder if she wasn’t as sure of herself as she wanted to be. Like him, she was changing.

  “Start at the top.” No way was he going to be able to get his hard-on under control as long as he looked at her. “What’s with the so-called hairdo?”

  “What’s wrong with it?”

  It isn’t what I’d allow my slave to have. “Damn it, can’t you do better than that?”

  She flinched, then straightened. “This is the color nature gave me.” She flipped her ponytail at him. “I keep it long because that way I can cut it myself.”

  Long he liked. Long and flowing. Easy to grasp and control her with.

  “Take it down,” Briant commanded.

  On the brink of ordering Briant not to horn in, Levi nodded instead. “Do it. Then we’ll move on to the bush between your legs.”

  “You prefer me shaved?”

  If I owned you, you’d be bare there. I’d watch the daily ritual, maybe spread your legs and do the chore myself.

  Arousal assaulted him so he could barely speak. His cock hurt like hell. “Hair. Down.”

  Watching her work on whatever she’d used to fasten her hair with, he acknowledged she was the most blatantly sexy woman he’d ever seen.

  The brown waves—he didn’t know what to say about the color other than there was some red in it—settled around her cheeks and rested on her shoulders. Her bangs were every which way, giving her a tousled appearance. Hell, she looked as if she’d just gotten up from a night of mattress wrestling.

  She was stretched out on his bed with her arms restrained over her head and her ankles chained to the footboard. As he stalked toward her, she thrashed her head from side to side, further tangling her hair. Her eyes on fire and her chest heaving, she lifted her pelvis off the mattress and showed him her nude pussy.

  “Damn,” Briant whispered. “Wear it like that all the time.”

  Levi wrenched himself free of the scene that had bloomed in his mind. “Why no makeup?” he asked of the woman who should cut and run if she knew what was good for her.

  With her left hand on her hip and the other sliding through her hair, she stared at him. “I’m no good at it.”

  Briant snorted. “That’s for us to decide.”

  “Is it?” She sounded more confused than angry. The only thing Levi knew for sure was that it was turning into whiteout conditions outside, and the now-powerful storm had a lot to do with what was happening inside.

  Maybe everything.

  “Tell us about your breasts.”

  Distracted by Briant’s voice—Levi kept forgetting the other man was there—he glanced at him. Briant’s hands had become fists, and his knotted thigh muscles looked as if they could split his skin open. For a second Briant seemed to fade away, replaced by a wolf with its fangs exposed.

  Unnerved, Levi turned his attention back to Narah, only to have to work at remembering to breathe because of the way she was staring wide-eyed at Briant. Had she seen the same thing?

  Maybe Briant and he weren’t on the same wavelength after all. He was becoming a dominant man capable of commanding the small naked creature before him while Briant was turning into a predator.

  Interesting. Intriguing. Damn exciting.

  Narah pushed back her shoulders. “You want the truth, don’t you, Briant? Nothing but honesty.” She glanced down at herself, then slid her hands under her breasts. She didn’t lift them so much as point her hard, dark nipples at the larger man. Levi read challenge and promise in every line of her body. “They might be my best feature.”

  She was right. They were full. Plump. Not sagging. Flawless.

  “Then why don’t you show them off?” Levi asked.

  Twisting at the waist, she faced him, tore him in half with the move. “There’s more to me than breasts.”

  “Like what?”

  She released her right breast and slid her fingers into her pubic hair. “I’m also pussy. Hips. Ass. Cunt. Clit.”

  He’d never heard a woman talk about herself that way. Her words hammered into him and took him even further from what he’d always been. Maybe she wasn’t a submissive after all. Insatiable. Cock-worshipping. Quick to climax. Noisy and uninhibited. Yeah, he’d like that.

  Ah shit! Damn, but he loved this storm!

  “You’re turned on,” Briant told her, bringing Levi back to earth once more. “Trust me, I know the signs.”

  “A real pro when it comes to women,” she threw at Briant.

  “Maybe. Maybe not.”

  Levi studied Briant again to see if the wolf—yeah, right—would return. He might have continued his observation if he hadn’t sensed movement from Narah. Watching her slide her hand between her legs made him want to bellow. Her eyelids drifted down, and her lips parted. He’d give anything to feel her mouth against his. Watching her expression further aroused him, as did what she was doing to herself. Oh crap! She was pressing her forearm against her breasts, flattening them and emphasizing her cleavage. Owning her body.

  Her eyes closed, and she swayed. When she hunched over a little, he knew she was sticking a finger—maybe more than one—up inside herself.

  Short of breath, he nearly wiped his mouth, only to stop himself in time. Pleasurable pain gnawed at his cock, forcing him to lessen his hold on it.

  “There,” Narah said as she held up her hand. Moisture glistened on two fingers. “The woman’s turned on, all right.”

  A predator-like smile transformed Briant’s features as he stalked over to her and practically shoved his face in hers.

  “Is that how you do it?” Briant closed his fingers around her slender wrist. “You don’t need a man because you’ve got yourself?”

  She tried to jerk free. “Damn you!”

  “You’re not going anywhere.” Still smiling his strange smile, Briant brought her hand to his mouth and licked her fingers. “I’m stronger than you, Narah. Don’t you ever forget that.”

  The way she glared, Levi wasn’t sure whether she was angry or teasing. One thing, though: she was no longer trying to get free. In fact, the longer Briant sucked on her fingers, the dreamier her expression became.

  Darn it, he’d been standing on the sidelines long enough! Determined to get into the act, Levi shouldered his way between the two. Briant didn’t oppose him, and Narah held her ground. Her sex scent was almost more than his off-the-chart system could handle. After freeing her wrist from Briant’s grasp, he placed her hand on his shoulder. When she looked up at him with arousal swimming in her eyes, he was certain he’d never felt stronger.

  Or bolder.

  “There’s only one of you and two of us,” he said. “And no rules.”

  She shook her head. “There are rules. They’re determined by what’s going on outside.”

  Yes, there was that, in spades. Even as he shared his body’s fever with her, a part of him slipped outside where wind, cold, and snow waited. The energy out there took him back to the day he’d canoed the Wolverine River during spring thaw. The swollen river had grabbed hold of his canoe and sent it rushing through rapids, dangerously close to boulders, and around tight turns. Half scared, half exhilarated, he’d yelled and laughed.

  Shit! Alive. Embracing fear and courage.

  “You belong to me now,” the man he’d become said. “This”—giving her no time to anticipate, he grasped her around the neck to hold her in place. His free hand dived between her legs—“belongs to me.”

  He didn’t care how she’d react or w
hat she’d say. Nothing mattered except keeping her under his control as he explored her pussy. Looming over her the way he was, he couldn’t see her expression.

  Ah shit, but she was soft, swollen, and wet down there! Her body quivered. Fed by their reactions, he spread his fingers, pushing against her inner thighs as he did. Groaning, she gave way. Accepting her invitation as his due, he went in search of her entrance. Her sex juices drenched his fingers, and her shaking kicked up. A low growl rolled out of him to lash at the air.

  There. Her weeping vagina waiting for him!

  More than one wolf in the room.

  His ability to think shut down until his existence revolved around her sex. After adjusting his hold on her throat, he dived upward with his forefinger. Silken flesh parted as he entered her. Frustrated because he couldn’t see her expression, he buried his finger as deep as it would go and began a frenzied exploration.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered. “Oh shit.”

  “What does she look like?” he demanded of Briant.

  “You give a damn?” Briant asked as Narah rose onto her toes, arms fluttering.

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Then let go of her.”

  The hell he would! Shaking his head, he kept her on her toes and pumped her sex. She shuddered, sending the sensation throughout him. What fragments remained of his intellect reveled in his ability to wield so much power over her. She grabbed for his arms, only to let her hands drop back by her sides. Much more effort on his part, and he’d hold her suspended. Determined to learn if that was possible, he pushed upward. She started to fall back.

  Stepping behind her, Briant gripped her shoulders. “Leave her the hell alone for a moment.”

  Levi reluctantly released her neck and backed up on the pressure against her sex. He’d bury his finger in her again, by damn. Gasping, she settled back onto the balls of her feet. Maybe she wanted his finger out of her. Too bad.

  Briant wrapped his forearm around her neck from behind and pulled her head back so it rested against his chest. After sliding his free arm along the inside of her left elbow and behind her back, he gripped her right elbow. Her limbs were now locked between her body and Briant’s. She was helpless and well restrained. If she wanted to keep her balance, her legs would have to remain parted.

  A wolf. Approaching his hobbled prey. Sniffing her sex. Feeding off the smell.

  “That work for you?” Briant asked. “The bitch is ready.”

  His mind buzzing, Levi slapped one full breast and then the other. Her moan carried no note of pain.

  “We work well together, partner.” He stepped back and studied the captive. Narah’s spare yet feminine body was fully exposed to him. Because of how Briant held her, she had no choice but to stare upward. She’d lost use of her arms. Her breasts, belly, and pelvis waited for him. This was his possession, his to do what he wanted with.

  “What do you think, Narah?” Briant asked the hapless creature he’d created. “We’re calling the shots?”

  Her fingers clenched and released, clenched and released. “Yes.”

  The buzzing in Levi’s brain kicked up a notch. “Damn straight.” He again slapped her breasts to make his point. “You look incredible the way you are. Want to know why?”

  She tried to look at him, but Briant wouldn’t let her. Levi loved how helpless she was.

  “Why?” Her belly all but disappeared as she took a breath.

  “Because you’re a sexual object.” Driven by something he had no interest in examining, Levi closed his thumbs and forefingers around her nipples. “Ours to play with.”

  Chapter Six

  Breathing took effort. Other than that, Narah was content the way she was. Only content didn’t fully describe the way she felt, did it?

  She’d thought she’d wrapped her mind around Briant’s forceful presence, but she hadn’t come close. The way he imprisoned her left no wiggle room. Bottom line, the man commanded every inch of her.

  “I’m going to tease her a bit,” Levi said, his voice low. “Prime her pump and make her hungry for us. You’re good with holding her?”

  “Hell yeah.” Briant drew her even tighter against his hard, naked body. His cock prodded her to challenge her in ways she hadn’t known were possible.

  Briant’s hold was simple yet effective, the work of a man who knew what he was doing. Even if she could, she had no interest in breaking free. This wasn’t her world or her body. Everything had changed, and she was here to experience. To be. To become.

  Levi cocked his head to the side and studied her breasts. They felt so heavy, her nipples knot-like. Because Briant had pulled her arms back, her breasts probably looked flatter and wider than usual. One second became two, followed by three. Impatient and a little uneasy now, she stared at Levi, hoping to grab his attention.

  Not long ago, she’d sensed a predator lurking beneath the men’s surfaces. Now an alpha wolf stared out at her from Levi’s eyes.

  “Interesting,” he finally said, “how people can live years not knowing certain things about themselves. Until today, I had no idea that having a helpless woman at my disposal would be a huge turn-on.”

  Chuckling, Briant thrust his cock against her. “You know what’s really interesting? That you and I came to the same conclusion at the same time.”

  “Because of the storm,” Levi said.

  “Yeah, the damn storm. I hope to hell it never ends.” Briant increased his grip on her arms. “When it’s your turn to do the holding, don’t rush anything. Enjoy the ride.”

  Levi’s eyes narrowed, and his gaze slid to her belly. His fingers gliding over that part of her body couldn’t possibly be more erotic, could it? Maybe.

  “Thanks for the reminder,” Levi said. “Fortunately I’m more than content with a slow pace.”

  “I’m not, damn it!” Frantic with need, she pushed her pelvis at Levi. Could he see her labia? Smell her?

  “You hear that?” Briant asked. “Sounds like we have her where we want her in more ways than one. Is that true, Narah?”

  “Yes, damn it.” Take me down. Turn me inside out. Make me scream and come. Kill me today.

  Extending his hand, Levi pressed his fingertips against her belly and began a kneading motion. Oh shit, oh shit ran through her mind in time with her rocking. Despite her awkward stance, she tried to press her thighs together to calm the raging need.

  “No!” Levi dragged his fingers lower. “You’re not getting off unless one of us is along for the ride.”

  “Then do it! I’m going crazy.”

  Briant laughed. “Which is the point.”

  This was all for her benefit? Much as she wanted to believe the men lived to please her, she knew better. Men with predator eyes cared about themselves. Bring it on. Oh God, bring it on!

  “It took work on both our parts to get my ex to the point where she could climax.” Levi held up both hands, then ran them along the joining between her pelvis and legs. She gasped and squirmed. “I don’t know if that makes me an expert when it comes to the female anatomy.” He shook his head. “Maybe it says I sucked at arousing a woman.”

  Briant grunted. “Why don’t you let this one decide?”

  Levi again traced mostly horizontal lines over her trembling body. “Here’s your assignment, Narah. I try a few things on you, and you measure your reaction between one and ten.” Bringing his face close to hers, he lightly scraped his nails from her waist to halfway down her thighs. “Damn, but I love a captive audience.”

  Shuddering, she stamped her foot. “Oh shit, damn shit!”

  “Hmm. Not a response we can quantify.” He glared. “Guess we’ll have to try again. Remember, one to ten.”

  His next run over her hips and legs had her trying to push him away, but because of Briant’s grip, her lower arms only flopped awkwardly. “Ten! Damn yes, ten!”

  “Can’t be. Ten is reserved for when you actually climax. You didn’t, did you?” Levi folded his arms across his chest. Her system see
med to be holding its breath, waiting for him to touch her again.

  Briant placed his mouth close to her ear. “Answer him, not that I don’t already know the answer. If you’d gone off, your body would have given you away.”

  Trapped. Helpless. Gloriously caught between two alpha males. “I didn’t! I need to, but I didn’t.”

  “Because Levi stopped short of ground zero. What is it, torture or pleasure?”

  Both. Wonderfully both. “He’s making me crazy.”

  “What I’m doing,” Levi said, “is teaching you who’s in charge.”

  Her master was coming. She’d spent the day tugging on the chain that connected her collar to a metal post, and now her lonely waiting was coming to an end. He might whip her simply because he could, but maybe he’d take pity on her, feed from her body. They’d climax together, and for a moment, master and slave would become equals.

  “Then teach me.” Talking hurt.

  “When we’re ready,” Briant said.

  No, now! She tried to grind her buttocks against him.

  “You’d make a good sex slave,” Levi said. “Keep you horny, and you’ll do anything.”

  Yes, Master, yes!

  Waiting for Levi to touch her again, she noted that physical labor had carved his body, resulting in densely muscled arms and legs. He didn’t quite have a six-pack, but she didn’t care. What did his belly taste like? More to the point, what would his cock taste and feel like against her tongue?

  Oral sex? Giving head?

  “So,” Levi said as he again ended the distance between them, “what is it?” He slid his fingers into her pubic hair, barely touching her flesh. “You don’t believe in shaving here?”

  He really expected her to be able to speak? “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “What do you care?”

  Her comment must have satisfied him. Either that or right now, the pros and cons of pubic hair were immaterial.

  “You don’t sunbathe,” he said. “If you did, you wouldn’t be so pale here.”

  He abruptly leaned over. Maybe she should have anticipated his mouth on her belly. She hadn’t. Moist warmth radiated over her stomach. Shivering, she lost herself in sensation.