by Mia Ashlinn
“No, you won’t,” Shane said from behind him. “She’s getting you where she wants you. If you lick her pussy, she wins. We don’t want that, do we?”
“No,” Landon replied in a clipped tone, moving away from the restrained siren in a hurry. “We don’t.”
“Son of a bitch,” she snarled, staring daggers at Shane. “You just keep killing the mood.”
Shane shrugged then picked up the remote control on the bed. “Tease,” he barked.
Instantaneously, the remote lit up and the bird between their wife’s pussy lips turned on, a low hum coming from the spot where the sex toy was pressed against her clitoris.
“Son of a bitch,” she repeated. However, this time, there was no sneer. It was a yelled obscenity. Taking a few, deep breaths, she glared at them. “Is that the best you got?”
“Oh no,” Shane replied in a disturbingly even voice. “Wyatt would never make us something with only one setting. We have five in total. The setting you are on is the base. It is for the pussies.” He didn’t acknowledge his own pun before going on. “After that, we have tantalize…taunt…torture…kam—” he stopped midword. “I will show you that one eventually. You couldn’t handle it yet.”
With each pause he’d made, the intensity of the vibrator had ratcheted up. And, with every increase, Katie-Anne moaned, one on top of the next. She moaned and cried until Landon couldn’t tell what she was doing or when she was doing it.
Shane didn’t let him have long either. “Landon, get on all fours on the bed. Face the headboard.”
“Yes, Sir,” he said respectfully.
Shane arched his eyebrow and asked, “Did I tell you to talk?”
Shaking his head, Landon remained mute.
“Then I suggest you don’t do it.”
Rather than provoking his husband further, Landon crawled onto the bed on all fours. Facing the headboard, he lowered his head down and looked at the bedspread underneath him. A hand massaged the globes of his ass, and he jumped at the unexpected caress. But he still didn’t speak.
“Good,” Shane complimented. “I want you nice and quiet while I fuck you.”
Biting his lip, Landon waited for Shane’s next move. Luckily, Shane didn’t make him wait long before he opened the lube bottle and rained the cool fluid down the cleft splitting his ass cheeks. Closing the bottle, he tossed it aside carelessly.
Sliding a finger into Landon’s slippery crevice, Shane touched his asshole, causing a guttural groan to erupt from his chest. His diabolical husband rimmed the sensitive rosette with a blunt, calloused finger, varying his speed and pressure with just enough diversity to keep him on edge. The rough texture titillated the nerves surrounding his back entrance, and he groaned again.
“Hush,” Shane barked. “Look at our wife. Watch her. Watch the vibrator torment her while she can’t do a thing to help herself. Watch how badly she wants to come, knowing that if she does her punishment will be severe.”
Turning his head to the side, Landon met Katie-Anne’s captivating eyes. The arousal in the blue-green depths matched what he felt inside. She was fighting her lust off as badly as he was. Closing her eyes, she moaned.
“Torture.”
Her eyes flew open as the words fell from Shane’s lips. The vibrating bird went haywire, and she screamed. Her ass came off the chair as she obviously fought to not come. Twisting and turning, she nearly tipped the chair over in her haste.
“Tease,” Shane said, altering the speed again. A second later the remote control landed beside Landon, but he didn’t dare touch it. He knew better.
Before he could blink, breathe, or even move, Shane speared Landon with what felt like three fingers. There was no hesitation or warning, just fingers shoved up his ass. And it was insanely hot. The delightful burn streaked through his ass, and he groaned. “Oh God.”
“The name is not God,” Shane said coldly then smacked his ass with one, harsh whack. “The name is Sir, and I did not tell you to speak.”
Without taking his eyes off of Katie-Anne, Landon relaxed as best as he could. Breathing with a deliberate rhythm, he concentrated on his stiff body and forced his coiled muscles to unfurl. But his calm state didn’t last long.
When Shane’s fingers disappeared from Landon’s quivering hole and his cock head replaced it, excitement flew through his overheated body, rushing at a rapid pace. The drawn muscles he’d just gotten to ease returned to their earlier state, tensing in preparation for the pure lust that would pour into his body as soon as his husband’s dick invaded his ass.
Driven on pure instinct, Landon pushed back, silently begging his husband to fuck him. Of course, Shane didn’t. He teased Landon, sweeping the crown of his steely cock back and forth, up and down, and all around his forbidden hole. “You want me to fuck you, Landon? You want me to fill you with my cum?”
Landon nodded silently, keeping his eyes glued to Katie-Anne who was staring back at him. His wife seemed to be teetering on the precipice of orgasm yet maintaining enough balance to not fall over—yet. Like him, she remained silent. However, it was obviously taking a toll on her. The more she nibbled on her bottom lip, the redder it got. At the rate she was going, it would be bleeding soon.
“Ask me,” Shane commanded, his guttural voice magnetizing Landon. “and you might receive. After the tone you used on me earlier, I think you need to ask me very nicely.”
“Sir,” Landon ground out in a gravelly voice he didn’t recognize, “please fuck me. Please fill me with your cum.”
“Are you sure?” Shane asked, an unfamiliar edge of darkness to his tone. “I’m not myself at the moment. You have to be positive that you can handle it.”
Shane’s honest admission made Landon’s heart swell. Even in discipline mode, Shane wouldn’t push him too far. He would protect him and love him. Because he’s a good Dom. But Landon didn’t need protecting from this side of Shane. His husband wouldn’t hurt him—unless he asked him to. And he probably would. God knew he liked the pain.
Landon nodded his head and murmured, “Yes, Sir. I’m sure.”
* * * *
Standing behind his husband, Shane heard the words he wanted to hear. And he immediately rammed his throbbing dick home. With his cock fully embedded in Landon’s tight asshole, Shane observed Katie-Anne.
Handcuffed to a chair across the room, she watched them, her eyes fixated on the place where Shane’s hips met Landon’s ass. Drawing back until she would be able to see his cock invading their husband’s hot hole, Shane growled. “Watch, Katie-Anne. If you hadn’t been a cocktease, this could have been you.”
Pushing the words out of his mouth, Shane hammered Landon from behind, tunneling in and out brutally without pity or remorse. “You would have had me fucking your ass instead of watching me fuck his.”
Bending over Landon, Shane smashed their sweaty bodies together. He reached around his husband’s hip and grasped his thick, meaty shaft in his hand. Stroking him from base to tip, he continued to punish Katie-Anne with his words and Landon with his actions. “You could have been touched by us rather than a man-made machine. Your pussy wouldn’t be left unfulfilled. It would have had a cock deep inside it. We would give you a hell of a lot more than clitoral stimulation.” He grunted. “Taunt.”
The low hum between her legs sped up, the noise growing louder than before, and she jerked. Arching her back, she moaned.
“Quiet.” Shane plunged his desperate dick forcefully into Landon’s ass—again and again— attempting to get so deep inside his husband that they wouldn’t know who was who. He fought against every muscle that tried to keep him out of the man who belonged to him.
Underneath Shane, Landon shuddered with each brutish invasion. But he didn’t move. And he didn’t speak. He merely took Shane’s merciless pounding without reservation while watching Katie-Anne as he’d been told to do so.
Using his free hand, Shane clamped down on Landon’s left hip, holding him in place, as he bore down on him. “The two of yo
u are still in trouble with me, but you have been good, and I can’t hold on any longer. I need to come, and you both need to come. I want us to come together.”
Staring into Katie-Anne’s eyes, Shane uttered the word guaranteed to make her come. “Kamikaze.” At the same time, he tightened his hand around Landon’s cock, exerting pressure on the engorged shaft and stroking him furiously.
The two people in the room with him came at the same time, remaining silent as he’d demanded. But Shane knew they’d come. He saw it in Katie-Anne’s dilating eyes and the way her body had seized then spasmed wildly. And he felt it in the full-body convulsion beneath him and the pulsation from the cum pouring from his husband’s body.
As soon as they’d fallen over the edge, Shane let go. He drove himself into Landon one last time, pressing his swollen dick in as far as he could, then went stock still as his seed streamed out of his body and into Landon’s.
Panting, Shane’s body gave way and he rolled to the side without releasing Landon, taking him right along with him. Cuddling around Landon, Shane sighed. “Damn.”
“My sentiments exactly,” Katie-Anne said snarkily. “Now who is going to let me loose? I want to snuggle.”
Before he could answer her, their house phone jangled on the night stand and Katie-Anne cursed, “Oh, shit. Can someone get that?”
“Now?” Shane barked while Landon snapped, “You have to be fucking kidding me.”
“Yes, now,” Katie-Anne replied. “I can’t get it myself or I would.”
Always the rational one, Landon mumbled, “They’ll call back.”
She harrumphed. “It could be important.”
More important than this? Not likely. Raising his head from the bed, Shane looked over at Katie-Anne who was wiggling madly in her chair. “You can call them back in a minute,” he said curtly, losing his patience with her and whoever was calling them in the middle of the night. “We need to get you loose and take care of you and Landon first.”
Ignoring him, Katie-Anne squirmed and fussed.
Predictably, Landon caved first. But, by the time, he reached the phone, it quit ringing.
“Damn it,” Katie-Anne cursed. “That could have been important. No one would call at this late hour for nothing.”
Checking the time on the clock, Shane realized she had a point. “Let her loose,” he muttered. “I’m going to throw on some pants and check my phone in the other room.”
Dressing quickly, he hurried toward the door. But he didn’t make it because the phone rang again. Freezing, Shane’s heart pounded in his chest. Something’s wrong. He didn’t know what it was, but it was bad. It had to be.
And he wasn’t the only one who thought so. Katie-Anne paled, her face as white as a sheet. Landon’s hands grew noticeably shaky as he rushed to remove the handcuffs. But, yet again, the phone quit abruptly.
As soon as she was loose, Katie-Anne looked at the caller id on the phone’s display. Her eyebrows drew down, an intensely confused look appearing on her face. “I don’t know who it is,” she remarked, obviously talking to herself.
Shane let loose the breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. They’d all panicked for nothing. Thank God, it hadn’t been anything.
“Wrong number?” Landon asked.
Yet she didn’t respond to his question because the phone rang for the third time in less than three minutes. Staring down at the phone as though it would bite her, Katie-Anne cursed then lifted the receiver to her ear and answered the call.
Chapter 33
“Oh, my God,” Katie-Anne said as she walked into the hospital lounge. The already-cramped area was jammed full of people, the room nearly bursting at its seams. Every rose-colored chair and couch had someone sitting in it. Several people were perched on top of their significant others’ laps, just to have enough room for everyone.
It amazed her that so many people had made it to the hospital before the three of them had. But living in the apartment building on the opposite end of town had slowed them down drastically. Longest fucking drive ever.
Sweeping her eyes around the waiting area, Katie-Anne searched for her friends and family. She easily found Shannon sitting in the middle of the room with Jaycee. The men in their lives, Gray, Cade, and the Dalton triplets, huddled around them protectively. On the other side of them, Ella sat with her best friends, Micah, Brooklyn, Josie, and Svetlana. Against the wall, Ethan, Brett, and Sam reclined quietly. Meanwhile, other people were drifting around, switching seats, coming and going through the doorway, and intermingling at will.
Hot on her footsteps, Shane and Landon barreled through the door. The two men moved to each side of her. Putting an arm around her waist, Shane and Landon guided her inside. They helped her weave through the people, but it was pointless. They were getting nowhere, and they were doing it fast.
“It’s a packed house,” Landon commented.
“What the hell is going on?” Shane asked, ignoring Landon. His voice boomed over everyone else’s in the room, and all of the people went silent, their wide eyes turning in his direction.
Even though it had been a short time since she’d gotten the bizarre call from Brooklyn, demanding that she get to Serenity General but divulging no other information, none of them knew what had happened. If we hadn’t forgotten our fucking cell phones, it wouldn’t have been a goddamn problem.
In their haste to get to the hospital for some unknown emergency, she’d left her purse behind and the men had left their phones. They’d barely managed to remember their keys. Hell, the men had probably forgotten their wallets, too. But she wasn’t about to ask them about it right now.
Nervously glancing around the room, Katie-Anne, tabulated who was not present in the room. Immediately, she knew who it was. Sarah.
Katie-Anne gasped, shaking her head violently from side-to-side. “No.”
Shannon and Jaycee stood. They walked toward her, stepping over and around people as they moved. With tears in their eyes, they grabbed Katie-Anne and enveloped her tightly.
“Everything is going to be okay, Katie-Anne,” Shannon whispered soothingly.
Jaycee smoothed her hand down Katie-Anne’s hair, again and again. “It’s going to be fine.”
“No,” Katie-Anne said again. “No, no, no.”
Glancing over at Landon, she saw the truth dawn on him, too. He wobbled slightly, but Shane caught him. The two men embraced, neither saying a word.
“She’s alive. That’s what’s important.”
Brooklyn’s words hit Katie-Anne like a body blow. The air whooshed out of her lungs, and she sagged into her friend’s arms, openly weeping—in relief, in fear, and in regret. She wanted to ask so many questions, but she could not get her mouth to work. Even if she could, she didn’t know if she could stand to ask. She wanted to know everything. Yet she didn’t.
Luckily, she wasn’t the one who asked. Deke was. Stepping into the room, Shane’s foster brother demanded, “What the fuck happened to Sarah? And where the hell is she? I want to see her.” When no one jumped to his bidding, he barked, “Now.”
A second later, Adam appeared behind Deke. “I want to see the bastard who did this to her. He will live to regret the day he breathed the same air as my Sarah. I will fucking kill him, if that is what it takes.”
Adam and Deke advanced into the room, heading straight for Landon and Shane. At the same time, Gray, Cade, and the Dalton triplets crossed over to them. The nine men converged in a masculine cluster. Whispering, the men broke apart and stalked out of the room.
With nowhere to go, Jaycee, Shannon, and Katie-Anne waddled their huddle over to the seats they’d just vacated. Since there were only two seats, Jaycee lowered herself into one and Shannon sat down in the other, pulling Katie-Anne onto her lap.
Katie-Anne grunted.
“Sexy,” Shannon said snarkily. “I love it when you grunt dirty to me.”
Jaycee smacked Shannon’s arm. “Now is not the time or place, Shan.”
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nbsp; “Blah, blah, blah,” Shannon responded irreverently then frowned. “We can’t sit here and think about Sarah like this. I refuse to even contemplate that she could be in that operating room dying.” Shaking her head, she sniffled. “I won’t do it, Goddamn it!”
Katie-Anne wound her arms around Shannon and gave her a crushing hug. “She’ll be all right, Shan. She has to be. Sarah is our innocent friend. We have yet to corrupt her.”
“Looks like we won’t need to do much,” Jaycee remarked offhandedly. “I noticed the possessive my in front of Sarah, and I have never seen Deke that violent. Mr. Cool and Mr. Suave don’t have a chance against The Virgin Sarah.”
“She’s not a virgin anymore,” Brooklyn said as she walked up to Katie-Anne, Jaycee, and Shannon. “Sarah’s violent Dom put her through a lot of torture over the last week, but he didn’t rape her. She gave herself to him willingly and now she is living to regret it.”
Katie-Anne knew that Brooklyn didn’t want people to know about her abilities, and she understood that. But right now, she would exploit it if she could find out about Sarah.
“I will talk to you,” Brooklyn offered. “So will my mama. We’ll tell you everything we know. We just need to go outside the door to do it.”
“Okay,” Katie-Anne agreed. Getting to her feet swiftly, she attempted to run for the door. The people milling around hindered her. Otherwise, she would have made it out of the room in a quarter of the time.
Going out into the hallway, Katie-Anne whirled around and faced the four women behind her. She put her hands on her hips, and snapped, “Well. What the fuck is going on?” Then she crumbled.
* * * *
“He did what to Sarah?”
Landon cringed as Deke’s roar ripped through the hospital courtyard and bounced off the glass walls surrounding them. His brother-in-law took off, charging down one of the numerous winding paths with a murderous gate, and left the rest of the men standing there. Deke’s partner, Adam, remained behind with Landon, Shane, Gray, Cade, Jared, Drew, and Randy.
