Four Sworn

by Delilah Devlin

  Cade pulled his hand away, leaving her suspended in arousal.

  “Please what?” Ezra said, a hard edge to his voice.

  “Please fuck me,” she said, so softly the men bent closer to hear.

  “Anyone in particular you want?”

  Her gaze sliced to Bo, but she stubbornly bit her lip.

  “Don’t think she’s learned her lesson, do you, boys?” Ezra drawled.

  Shanna saw them pull back, knew they meant to torment her further, and she took a deep breath. “Bastard. Fucking pervert!”

  “Pervert?” Ezra tsked. “Who wanted us all? You can change your mind, quit any time you want, sweetheart.”

  “I hate you,” she yelled, her voice cracking. Then she stopped fighting, stopped trying to hide the tears behind the anger and her smart mouth. She hung on the bindings, her chest shaking, tears leaking on either side of her face.

  Ezra crawled next to her, stretching out beside her. One hand cupped her face and she nuzzled it, craving something tender. “Who do you want, Shanna? You’re gonna have us all one way or another. But who do you want to cling to?”

  She gazed at him, wanted to say him, but it would be a lie. And he’d know it. She closed her eyes and sobbed. “Bo. I need Bo.”

  It had taken every bit of Bo’s self-control to keep silent and watch while the three brothers broke down his proud, stubborn woman. But from his perspective at least, the wait was worth it to hear the teary confession.

  She’d chosen him. Above three other attractive prospects. Three men most females in the tri-county area sighed over every time they crossed their paths. Bo knew he wasn’t exactly hound-dog ugly himself, but Shanna had already had him. Could have him anytime she wanted.

  Still, she’d stuck with him. Had to mean something.

  Ezra lifted a brow and rolled off the bed. “We’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes.”

  Bo stood and smoothed his hands down the sides of his jeans. He didn’t like admitting it, but he was nervous. They’d laid the groundwork. It was up to him to close the deal. He walked to the side of the bed and looked down at Shanna.

  Her face was still blotchy and red from crying, her chest shivering with hiccupping sobs.

  “Do you want to leave?” he asked quietly.

  A frown dug a line between her eyebrows; her brown gaze darted away. “Will you think I’m a complete coward if I say yes?”

  “I would never say that.”

  “Would you be disappointed in me if I said no?”

  His mouth twitched. “Disappointed? Sweetheart, you’ve been amazing so far.”

  “Really?” She sniffed and glanced back at him. Her red nose was wet. “How?”

  Bo reached for a tissue from the box on the nightstand and gently wiped away her tears and the dampness on her nose. “You’re stubborn and strong. You took everything they threw at you.”

  “But I cried like a baby.”

  “You were overcome. But so passionate. Even when you were pissed.”

  She nodded. “It was intense.”

  He moved to sit beside her, but she shook her head. “I’m naked as the day I was born. It’s not fair.”

  “All right.” He unzipped his pants and winced as he peeled his jeans down his thighs. His cock was fully erect, aching.

  He heard Shanna’s quick intake of breath then looked over to find her lips parting, her tongue sliding along the bottom pink wedge.

  “Don’t look at me like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like you want me to come down your throat.”

  Her lips twitched. “That has its own look?”

  “Yeah. Think I would ever know when the time was right if you didn’t telegraph?”

  Her smile was a little shaky, but he wasn’t quibbling. This was just the lull before the storm. Maybe she didn’t know it, but he did. She needed to relax, recoup her strength.

  “Do all my desires have their own looks?”

  A smile tugged his mouth wide. He gave her a sheepish shrug. “Don’t know about all of them. But I’ve never heard you complain. Or tell me what to do when we’re naked.”

  “I never could read what you wanted. I’d be thinking, how do I get him to kiss me, and all of a sudden, you’re pushing me against the wall and have your hands up my shirt before I even knew that’s what I wanted all along.”

  Bo cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb over her soft chin. “Think I got some kinda ESP?”

  “I think you know me,” she said, her eyes glistening again. “Wish I knew you that well.”

  “You could.”

  She shook her head and looked away. “No point. I’m not stayin’.”

  He pulled his hand away and curled his fingers tightly. “Jesus, you sure know where to twist that knife.”

  Shanna blinked. “I never led you on.”

  “I know. But I sure wanted you to. You could have used me all up and I wouldn’t have cared.”

  “Why?”

  “You don’t know?”

  She shook her head then turned her head aside. “I think I really do want to go home now.”

  Anger blazed inside him. And fear. She might slip away from him tonight, but not before she understood just how deep it went with him. “You’re a coward, Shanna Davies. You had your chance to back out, but it’s too late now. I have things I want to tell you. Things I have to do to you. With you tied up like a turkey, I can have you any way I want.”

  Her gaze snapped back. “Bo…” she said, her voice rising.

  “Yeah, be worried, Shan,” he said, narrowing his gaze and fisting his hand hard in her hair. “It’s gonna be a long, long night.”

  A shiver worked its way down her spine, quivering through her, tightening her thighs and her toes. The slither of fluid from deep inside her didn’t have a thing to do with the hard, angry cowboy hovering over her. Or so she told herself.

  She’d seen Bo pissed off a time or two, but never with her. His anger shocked her—she’d hurt him more than she’d ever thought she could. But it also turned her on, and she wondered just how far he’d go to punish her for hurting him.

  Bo shifted on the bed, coming up, his hand still wrapped in her hair. Her scalp stung. That’s why tears were in her eyes again.

  Damn him anyway for falling in love with her. She knew that’s what it was that drove him. Felt the regret she couldn’t return it deep inside her chest like a heavy knot threatening to choke her.

  He tugged her head again then straddled her chest. “You’re gonna take off the edge. ’Cause I have plans for your cunt that don’t include shooting off too soon. Open.” The last word came out raw, rasping.

  Shanna opened her mouth to ask him what the hell he was going to do about taking the edge off her lust, but he stuffed his cock into her mouth, muffling her complaint.

  She shut her teeth to close him out, but he pinched her nose and she opened wider to gasp and drag air into her lungs. He shoved deeper into her mouth and pinched the sides of her jaws to keep her from biting down.

  He may have control of her mouth, but he didn’t have control over her glare, and she put every bit of anger and frustration and hurt into the look she speared him with, but Bo only smiled. Not a happy smile, no. But she felt the satisfaction rolling off him as he dominated her, forcing her to his will.

  He leaned a hand against the headboard and bent over her, angling her head to drive his cock deeper.

  Stuffed full of musky cock, her dry mouth moistened and she swallowed, then groaned, because she couldn’t help rolling her tongue over the side of his shaft, suctioning harder to pull him deeper. Her pussy clamped hard, the hot ache growing until she knew she’d splinter into a thousand pieces if he ever let her come.

  In the meantime, her eyes grew drowsy as she pulled and sucked, strangely comforted by the steady motion, appeased by the fullness sliding into her, the scent of his arousal and sweat, the sight of his hard belly flexing, filling her senses.

  Tears leaked ag
ain, but this time they were in gratitude. He’d taken away her choice, not allowed her to reject him again, given her something precious to savor.

  When his motions quickened, she moaned around him, suctioned with a little more desperation, wanting his come to bathe her throat, to nourish her soul.

  Scalding spurts hit the back of her throat and she gave a muffled shout and swallowed again and again, until he quivered over her. His cock lessened. And then the caresses she gave him with her tongue and lips were meant to soothe, to thank him for the gift.

  The bindings around her wrists loosened, her feet were freed, but she didn’t move, not until Bo pulled free of her mouth and scooted down to take her into his arms, and then she raised her own, ignoring the tingling pain as blood rushed back. But she didn’t care. She snuggled deep against his chest, pressed kisses against his collarbone and the corner of his neck.

  He rocked her against him. Crooning words she couldn’t understand, because she wasn’t listening with her ears. She felt his heart beat beneath her cheek, the rhythm strong and comforting.

  She didn’t want the moment to end, for anything to intrude, but hands, not his, turned her onto her side. Latex snapped. Bo slipped away after pressing a kiss against her forehead.

  A long male body eased up against her back.

  Ezra lay down on his side in front of her. He smoothed a hand over her waist. “You okay?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling.

  She nodded and gave him a small smile.

  He blinked, his gaze dipping to her mouth. “I think that’s the first honest smile I’ve gotten from you.”

  She knew what he meant. She felt fresh. New. Strangely innocent.

  Ezra kissed her nose then took her mouth. A gentle rub of lips that left her breathless but reassured.

  A nose nuzzled her ear. “Was Bo good to you?” Josh’s voice, deep but a little anxious, tickled the side of her face.

  “Bo loves me.” She didn’t know who was more surprised. She hadn’t known that was going to come out of her mouth, but the soft chuckle that ruffled her hair, and Ezra’s approving smile warmed her, seemed to put the stamp on the sentiment. Made it real and made her sure she’d meant it.

  Ezra moved closer, and his long, thick cock pressed against her belly.

  She waited patiently for him to tell her what he wanted.

  When he guided her thigh over his hip and nudged between her folds, she sighed, although each gentle shove upwards stretched and burned. But she was wet. Soaked, really. Readied for this moment. A gel-covered finger circled her anus and she tightened her thigh on Ezra’s hip.

  “Relax,” he whispered against her mouth. “It’s going to be okay. I promise. We won’t push you past what you can take. Not again.”

  She believed the solemn promise of his gaze and took a deep breath, trusting Josh as he stretched her, easing the tight muscles to accept two fingers then the soft, blunt cap of his cock.

  Shanna mewled as he pushed, gently pulsing his cock against her, until at last, he eased inside her.

  Air whistled between his teeth, and the arm he snaked around her chest held her tightly as his whole body shuddered. “Damn, you’re tight,” he whispered. “Fuck.”

  A breathy laugh escaped her, and she gave Ezra a heavy-lidded look, tilting back her head to seek a kiss which he pressed softly against her mouth. Then the men began to move in tandem. Easing slowly in and out. Time lengthened, measured by the easy back-and-forth rocking, like a pendulum set in motion, its soaring arc shortening with each stroke until the opposing forces halted.

  Mute, breathless, Shanna allowed the men to shift her over Ezra. She snuggled her knees against his sides and leaned down, her nipples tangling in his chest hair, her bottom tilting slightly to accept the heavier jolts that rocked her ass, moving her forward and back on Ezra’s cock while he kissed her, murmuring nonsense against her mouth—telling her how beautiful, how perfect, how pure she was.

  Shanna basked in his praise, believing him because his cock was strong inside her, his hands roaming restlessly.

  Josh bent over her back, bit her shoulder to still her movements and unleashed a storm, thundering against her, driving deep, building a burning friction that had her gulping air as tension tightened in her core. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t see because an explosion of sound and light had her screaming as she came.

  Josh pulled away and left the bed while Ezra’s hands gentled her. He rolled her onto her side then pulled free of her. Her complaint was cut short when another cock thrust into pussy her from behind. She hadn’t felt Cade’s presence, didn’t even know it was him until his hands smoothed around her belly and tugged the hair on her mons.

  He pressed a kiss against her sweaty shoulder. “Can you do it again, sweetheart? Can you come for me?”

  Still gasping, still quivering in the aftermath of the enervating orgasm, she started to shake her head, but the fingers gliding over her clit tapped her there, reigniting the flame. She pushed her ass into his groin, deepening the connection.

  Then Bo stretched out in front of her and brushed back her hair. Cade didn’t halt his motions and she rocked gently forward and back, her face heating as Bo watched her expression.

  His eyes were smoky, the skin pulled taut over hardened features. He pressed closer, lifted her thigh and placed it over his hip. His cock dug into her belly and he leaned into her, kissing her hard. “You’re gonna take us both, baby. I can’t wait.” He gripped his cock and looked down between their bodies, pulling her gaze with him.

  Cade pulled out and slid the tip of his cock between her lips, letting them both see him there, then dipping an inch or two inside her again.

  Bo stroked his cock, root to tip, then funneled it through his fingers while Cade reached around her and pulled her labia apart and up, widening her opening for Bo to insert his tapered cock and glide it along the top of his.

  Cade cursed softly as their cocks crowded into her. His hand squeezed her breast and he snuggled closer to her back, his cheek gliding on her shoulder. “Up to you, buddy,” he rasped.

  Bo gave her an openedmouthed kiss, rubbing his lips over hers then drawing away. “Can you take it, Shan?”

  “Fuck,” she whispered.

  “It’s what we wanna do. Can you take it?” He kissed her again, this time touching his tongue to hers and pushing inside her mouth.

  She sucked on it, pulling it hard, her lips closing as tightly around it as her pussy was clasping their cocks. Breathing hard, she pulled back, resting her forehead against his. “Fuck me, Bo. Fuck us both.”

  He gave a quick, tight grin, then clamped a hand on her hip, undulating his body, scooping his hips to push upward, driving hard against Cade, working them both inside her.

  “No, no, no,” she groaned, sure the two men would split her in two. Her pussy burned—so much pressure, so full. But then they were both stuffed deep inside, barely moving, their cocks pulsing in unison. The tightness was its own sweet torture, causing every part of her body to quiver and burn. She shivered between the two men, her breasts hardening painfully, her skin heating, sweating until her jagged breaths caused her nipples and her belly to stir in the moisture pooling between her and Bo.

  “I want to move, baby. Cade, how ’bout you?”

  Cade hissed breath between his teeth. “Shit, Bo. Have to do it together. Balls so fucking hard they’ll burst.”

  “No, no, no,” she chanted, clutching his shoulders and holding as still as she could because the last time she’d been this taut with arousal, she’d exploded, lost herself in a sensual haze. She didn’t know if she could go there again, this soon. “It’s not fair,” she whispered. “You have all the control.”

  “Why does it matter?” Bo asked, his voice even, his expression carefully neutral.

  “You think it doesn’t?”

  “I do, but I want to know why you think it matters.”

  She screwed her face into a grimace as her body fought her, beginning to
convulse. “How can you talk?”

  “By biting the inside of my mouth, baby.” He bit her chin. “Tell me why.”

  “It’s not fair because you’re changing me. Capturing me.”

  Bo groaned and his fingers bit into her hips. “Cade, now!”

  The men growled and moved in unison, pushing in and out, moving only a couple of inches, but the pressure made the friction quicken, the orgasm inescapable.

  Shanna shattered into a million pieces, her moans lengthening, words spilling out in sobbing gasps, thoughts she couldn’t hold, as her whole body convulsed.

  Bo drove deep, raking over Cade’s cock, cramming them both deeper, and she was lost, her pussy awash in cream churned to a thick, wet cascade that spilled across her thighs and trickled down her hip to the bed.

  Shanna noted the sensations, but felt apart from herself, cocooned for a moment before her vision narrowed and she slipped away.

  She awoke to find herself wrapped tightly against Bo’s chest, his hands chafing her skin. “Baby, wake up. Shanna, baby, breathe.”

  She groaned loudly, the sound reverberating in her head.

  “Shhhh… It’s okay. It’s okay.”

  “Stop,” she mumbled.

  “We did, sweetheart.” He kissed her temple. One hand cupped the back of her head, and the other clamped around her back to hold her against his chest.

  “Passed out?” she said, her voice scratchy and sore.

  “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

  A sob racked her and she burrowed deeper against his chest.

  “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Swear, I didn’t.”

  She shook her head. “Didn’t. Love you.”

  “I know. I know. You never promised a thing. I shouldn’t have expected it.”

  “No,” she blurted, trying to get her hands between them, but he was holding her so tight. She strained her neck to look into his face. “I love you.”

  Bo grew still, his gaze boring into hers, green eyes blazing. His chest billowed around a deep breath. “Shanna, if you give me half a chance, I’ll make all your dreams come true.”