by Kitty DuCane
Venom hovered his massive hands over her injury and warmth infused it as if magic flowed from his fingertips. When he stopped, she wiggled her ankle. “Wow. Amazing.”
He massaged her instep again, gently kneading instead of releasing her.
“You have a thing for my feet?”
“Yes. They are truly dainty.”
“Right. I wear a size nine, big for a woman. What other tricks can you do?”
“We can give you the orgasm of your life.”
I just bet you can. “Sounds like bragging to me.”
Viper stood and moved behind her chair. “Not bragging. Just fact.” He grabbed her head, tilted it back, and massaged her temples. Oh yeah. That was wonderful. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. After a few seconds, his head descended and he kissed her hard, demanding.
The next thing she knew, she was dressed in her black corset laced up the front with pink ribbons, no boots, and no panties.
“This sexy outfit of yours has haunted me since the first night we met. I’m sure Venom wants to see it. She has some fuck-me boots I’ll show you later.”
Her gaze snapped to Venom’s heated stare. His eyes moved down, lingered at her breasts, and then continued south. If understated scrutiny could burn, she was on fire. This ensemble always made her feel sexy, and at least this time she wasn’t luring some whacked-out vampire.
“I agree, Viper. I love how it hugs her tits and leaves just enough of her nipples to make my mouth water for a taste. This outfit makes me want to come in my pants, but I’ve got better ideas, like bending her over my knee and spanking her delicate ass.”
Spank? Venom’s voice was a low, sexual sound that vibrated deep inside her. What was it about these men? Their faces were rough, yet beautiful. Their abs—well, hell, they made her want to lick them like ice cream. And their cocks, she wanted to feel them deep insider her, both of them—at the same time.
“I agree,” said Viper.
What was the question? Oh, yeah. Spank. “Why do you want to spank me?”
“You place yourself in danger, and we don’t like it,” growled Viper.
He massaged the back of her neck, and she was well aware that he could snap it at any time, but she wasn’t afraid of these big, powerful men—no, quite the opposite. She felt safe, something she hadn’t felt in a very long time.
“And for that, we’ll paddle your ass,” said Venom.
“I have a reason for what I do, and you two have no say in it.”
“Sounded like a dare, bro,” said Viper.
She rolled her eyes. What were they—twelve?
“What you do is now our responsibility. And that pussy needs a shave,” added Venom.
What? That came out of left field. “Sounds painful, but the real question is why.”
“Not painful,” said the one behind her. “It’s hiding all that beautiful pink flesh.”
“And it’s weeping,” said his brother.
“And I bet that pretty flesh just clenched,” said Viper. “And you couldn’t see it.”
Cambria felt the blood creep up her neck. Yep, it had, but she wasn’t copping to it. With Venom still working on her instep, she had sunk deep in the chair, which left her legs gapped open.
“Just say the word, Doll, and I’ll remove all the hair,” said her foot friend.
“Sure. Why not?” It will grow back the moment I leave.
Venom didn’t even blink, but suddenly, she felt the cool air against her pussy. She wanted to look but wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
“Nice. Come see, bro.”
When Viper stepped around her carrying his chair, she found herself unexpectedly sitting on a nice, comfy, overstuffed armchair. Viper sat, reached for her other foot, and slowly pulled her to the edge, leaving her completely exposed. “Yes, it is,” he said. “Smells like heaven, too.”
Realizing nothing was hidden from them, she felt the heat rush her face again. Even she could detect the scent of her arousal. Hoping they couldn’t read minds unless she allowed them, she mentally threw the deadbolt on hers just for good measure. Because she wanted to touch them. Skin to skin. Oh, holy hell, Cambria. You’ve lost your fucking mind.
Time to turn the tables. “I bet your cocks are weeping, too.”
“That they are, Cambria. That they are,” said Venom as he slipped his hand inside his pants, but kept a constant, soothing pressure on her arch.
“Why don’t you take those pretty little fingers of yours and test-drive your soft pussy?” asked Viper.
Her breath caught in her chest, her nipples pebbled even more. What was it about sex talk that turned her on? Exhibition— now that was something new. The vixen inside took over, and she trailed her nail down her throat, across her collar bone, and down between her breasts. She stopped to toy with her bow. Venom’s nostrils flared. His brother’s lids lowered.
Cambria reveled in their intense gazes, their tortured cocks, her power over their desire. Viper pulled his cock free, fisting it with long, slow strokes. Pre-cum glistened at the tip of the engorged head. Venom rubbed his member through the straining fabric.
She reached for a ribbon tail and pulled. The leather parted halfway to her navel. Viper bit his lip, and she thought she heard a growl from the other twin.
Cambria continued her downward trek and was surprised when her fingertips brushed her now-bare skin. They were right; the outer folds were soft and oh-so-sensitive. She gripped her clit between two fingers and gave it a pinch, causing her womb to contract as chills raced along her spine. Because there was no turning back now, she slid her middle finger into the soft, wet flesh. Her eyes drifted shut at the sensation, and she couldn’t resist sliding her finger in and out and in and out.
“No coming,” commanded Viper.
Her eyes popped open.
“You can only come when we tell you to,” added Venom. This was more of a request, the flipside of his brother.
Even though the command sent a wave of fire to her core—and she didn’t understand why—she still didn’t like demanding orders or sweet requests. She’d hunted in many BDSM clubs, but the whole Dom/sub thing was a mystery that she didn’t want any part of. Remaining in control was the key to walking away unscathed in this game. She added another finger to the slow, sensual slide. “I don’t play that game.”
“She just wants her ass paddled,” said Viper.
His brother nodded. “I believe you’re right.”
Cambria shook her head. That wasn’t what she wanted at all. She wanted to come. No, she needed to come.
“I think she’s ready for us, bro,” said Viper. He stood and offered her his hand. She placed hers in his and he abruptly hauled her up, laced his hands through her hair, and branded her with a scorching kiss she felt all the way to her toes. It was hot, almost a possession.
Viper stepped away, and Venom filled the space. He approached her slowly, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her, barely touching her, before kissing her softly and deeply. His kiss was teasing, temping, a promise of things to come.
They led her to the bed, and she followed, her mind swirling with the remarkably different twins and her body on fire with primitive desire for both.
Their pajama bottoms had disappeared, which could only mean they’d played this game before and were quite comfortable with each others’ nudity. A green sliver of jealousy cut through her. How many times had they shared a woman? She forced the question aside, would not let her mind spoil this. Viper lay down and offered her his hand, which confused her. She’d thought he would be in the dominant position.
“Why the frown?” he asked.
“I thought you would…I mean you’re…”
“That I would be the one behind you to ride your sweet ass?”
She nodded as mortification flooded her again, something they seemed to make her do often.
“You’re not ready for me, sweetheart.”
“I…don’t understand.”
“I’m the rough one,
the one who will push you to your limits. Your sweet hole isn’t ready for me. Venom’s the polite one in this bed. He’s much more in control than I’ll ever be.” Viper poured lubricant on his cock and pumped it twice, his eyes closed. Then they popped open, “Now straddle me.”
Cambria did as instructed, recognizing that there was something mysterious and dangerous in his gaze that turned her on. He was the dominant, but she wasn’t a submissive. She’d always battle for control. Her consent was just a culmination of them all wanting the same thing.
She positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, and he immediately pushed up, but she halted her downward slide. His gaze held hers, a challenge. She was on fire, needing this probably more than they did, but she would make him wait. She braced her hands on his shoulders and eased down another inch.
“You’re killing me.”
“No. I’m sure you’ll live.” But not sure if I will.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her down a tad. She knew he could pull her all the way, impale her on his thick cock, but he didn’t.
“Don’t hurt her,” said Venom. “She’s not used to our size yet.”
Oh, holy hell, she couldn’t let that one go. “Are you sure?” She quickly sank all the way down, fighting the stretch of sensitive walls, a pleasure laced with a sweet bite of pain. Stupid?—Yes.
Viper smiled and lifted his hips a little. She responded and clenched her muscles. A warm hand pushed her down and broke the challenge. When she was chest to chest with Viper, he growled, and suddenly she was naked.
“Much better,” Cambria said as she felt his skin burn her, mark her. She laid her ear on his chest and frowned. His heart beat strongly, but it was on his right side. Before she could ask, cool gel coated her anus. She’d never had anal sex, but she didn’t care. She wanted this as much as she needed her next breath. Just this one time. Once for a lifetime.
Venom slipped one finger inside her rear, massaged the delicate tissue. A tingly sensation raced down her butt and into the back of her thighs. She closed her eyes when he forced a second one inside.
“Don’t come,” ordered Viper.
Oh, it would be so easy. One touch of her clit would push her over the sweet edge. “You don’t come,” she managed to say. She squeezed her inner muscles to emphasize her order, but that made her own desire ratchet up.
He tensed and she knew he was fighting the same battle. “No sass, or I will spank you,” and he reached down easily to smack her on her ass.
“Oh.” She felt it all the way to her womb. Three large, long fingers suddenly filled her, shards of pain gripping her. It was almost too much, the agony overriding any pleasure.
“Relax,” said Venom.
Relax at the invasion? He had to be kidding. Viper cupped her face and kissed her. Both of their kisses were electrifying, but his reminded her of a fast racecar with the wind whipping her hair and danger at every turn, where Venom’s was a vintage Cadillac that promised a leisurely ride through the country enjoying the warm sunshine.
She felt Venom’s broad crown breach her outer muscles, and she tried to pull away from Viper, but he held her head and sucked her tongue, which would have made her come if not for the sting of overly stretched muscles. Fire burned her ass as Venom pushed in and then back out. She felt more soothing lube, but she couldn’t think; the discomfort was too much.
Viper held her captive as Venom eased all the way in. They filled her; she could feel them separated by a thin veil of tissue.
Venom pressed against her back, another hot branding iron. “Relax. I’m in. Just don’t move.”
No, she didn’t want to move.
“Open your mind to me, sweetheart,” said Venom. “I can take your pain away.”
Could he? She ran and wrenched the door open. He infused her soul with soothing words, and she felt him find a thread and block the pain.
Viper released her mouth. “Better?”
She nodded, afraid to move, afraid the hurt would come back.
“No pain anymore. Just pleasure,” said Venom in her ear. So he’d been in her head snooping around instead of focusing on healing her. But she couldn’t fight that battle right now; the urge to move overrode everything.
“Lift up a little bit,” said Viper.
She did, and Viper supported her. The twins moved—one in, one out. She felt Viper in her mind talking nasty to her. Venom was teasing her with sexy praise. She didn’t want them in her head; she just wanted to feel, so she closed the door and prayed the pain wouldn’t return.
“You feel so good,” said Venom.
“She’s so fucking tight,” ground out Viper.
Their pace picked up, a sensual duel. Sensations assaulted her on all levels, a spinning, twisting of pleasure that threatened to consume her with a small dose of pain thrown in. Viper pulled her head to his left and Venom pressed down on her right, so her head was sandwiched between theirs.
Viper’s arm snaked around her body. “You can come now.”
His fingers flicked over her clit. One—two flicks unleashed the fire that raced through her entire being.
“Oh, fuck. I’m com…”
Dual sets of teeth sank into the soft tissue of each shoulder, unleashing something so primal it threatened her sanity. Powerful waves of ecstasy crashed through her. She arched her body as they both shoved in their cocks and exploded. Two sets of nonhuman growls echoed in her ears, vibrated against her shoulders, but she was beyond caring. They pumped and ground into her, and she felt them practically consume her.
When their teeth released her flesh, she sank down on Viper, unable to suck in enough calming air. Her limbs trembled, and she felt little tremors from all three of them.
Venom kissed her neck and pulled free of her. Viper eased out of her and rolled her over on her back. She just wanted to sleep, but something troubled her. When they had sunk their teeth into her shoulder, something had pushed against her mind, but it didn’t feel like the twins. It was wild, terrified her, because the ‘what’ was as elusive as the wind.
A warm, soft cloth cleaned her, but she didn’t have the strength to open her eyes to see which one. Someone pulled her legs open, and she felt healing warmth over pussy and then her bottom. It was their hands, but she didn’t care.
She just needed to sleep before she left.
* * * * *
“Fuck!”
Viper cracked one eye after someone shook his shoulder hard enough to dislocate it. “What?”
“Cambria’s gone.”
He bolted upright and glanced around the room. The bed was empty, and his brother was pulling on his jeans. The air smelled of sex and her seductive scent, which made him hard again. He glanced at the windows; it was still dark outside. “Fuck. Did she only sleep an hour or two?”
“Looks that way. I’ve scanned the surrounding area, but I didn’t find her. She took her bag with her measly belongings.”
“How did she get out of the bed without one of us knowing?” asked Viper.
Venom got this stupid look on his face. “She probably just crawled out. One time I checked, and the cover was on the floor, and she was sandwiched between us. She could have slipped down and out of the bed.”
“And our beasts didn’t know?”
Venom shrugged.
Viper and his beasts had slept like babies, satisfied, content, and that could only have come from knowing he didn’t have to spend the rest of his life alone, not that he was ever alone with his twin and brothers around. But this was different, something he couldn’t put words to, and it was great, whatever it was.
Viper clothed himself in a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and his boots, and he was ready to go. Venom looked at him and then did the same thing. “Let’s put our noses to work,” said Viper.
Her scent was concentrated in the elevator, so overwhelming, Viper felt like using his claws to shred the car because her scent said she was sad and upset. “Why did she leave?”
“She never gave herse
lf totally.”
“So what are you saying? We were a hello and goodbye fuck all rolled into one?”
Venom rolled his shoulder. “Don’t know. She’s strong-willed.”
“Hell, she’ll just have to be to put up with us.”
“I’m sure that’s why she’s ours, but something’s going on.”
“Like what?”
Venom shook his head. “I only caught a glimpse of it when I tried to find her thread of pain. I was so lost in her, I couldn’t stop…fucking her. I’m sorry, man. It’s my fault.”
“No. I couldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it. Is she mated now?”
“Fuck if I know. My wolf and vamp are satisfied, except she wouldn’t let them calm her mind,” said Venom.
“Well, if she’s mated, shouldn’t she be clawing to get to us like the wolf?”
“If we were normal, I’d say yes, but who knows what mating means to a mate of a werewolf/vampire hybrid? We should have converted her. At least if she did something stupid, she’d have the strength to deal with it.”
Viper didn’t want to think about her trolling the nightclubs for ferals. “She said she was on a mission. Any idea what?”
“No. I’m sure if I’d rooted around some more, I could have found out.”
Viper clapped his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I’m glad you thought first of easing her pain.” That was his twin, the compassionate one. Viper had been too lost in her sweet pussy to think about her discomfort.
The door dinged open, and they advanced on the lobby desk. The doorman snoozed. Viper shook him so hard that Venom had to put a hold on his arm.
“What…what?” The man came awake with wide eyes.
“Did you see a woman come through here?”
“Yes. About ten minutes ago. I called her a cab.”
“At least she’s not walking,” said Venom. “Did you happen to hear where the cab was taking her?”
“No.”
“What’s the name of the cab company?”
“Uh, Zenith cabs. Do you two live here?”
Viper grinned at his brother. “Yes, but you don’t remember we were here. Now go back to sleep.”
They exited the building, and Venom called the cab company and used his voice as persuasion to find out where she had been dropped off. “She’s at the bus station on Jefferson Street.”
