Tempted by Brothers [Temptation, Wyoming 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Zoey Marcel

  “Is that tea?”

  “Mmhmm, herb tea.” He exhaled in a sexy, masculine way that plagued her with need. “What are you supposed to call me, sub?”

  “Sir. Sorry I forgot.”

  Carson bent over and latched onto her nipple with his searing mouth. Amber’s mouth fell open and she pushed her tit into him, delighting in the steamy caress he lavished on her.

  Next he took a drink from the thermos that contained a cold beverage, probably water. He sipped her other nipple erect with his chilly mouth, making her breath hitch and a shiver snake up her spine.

  “Interesting, isn’t it?” he asked.

  She gave him a shy smile. “I like it…Sir.”

  “Then you’ll love what’s coming, but not until I’m ready.”

  Such a tease.

  Dane pulled the rabbit fur away. “I’m going to use the tawse now. Are you ready?”

  She nodded, trembling with anticipation and a dash of dread. “I’m ready, Sir.”

  He brushed the cool leather over her butt cheeks, either preparing or taunting her.

  Carson lavished her first nipple with a frigid kiss and icy suckling this time to shock the lax nub from its warm slumber. The bud sprang to attention, stiffening and puckering with chills in his cold mouth.

  Dane took light taps and minor swats at her bottom, warming her up and sending tremors of excitement and trepidation rolling through her.

  Carson took another drink, this time from the heated thermos. He wrapped his lips around her left breast and warmed the cold-afflicted point with an herbal bath of seduction. His swirling oral ministrations dominated the formerly hard nipple and made it lie down and submit to the conquering heat.

  He took a swig of tea and consumed her mouth in a steamy kiss that unleashed an herbal medley on her taste buds. While she was still woozy and enraptured by the lingering feel of the kiss, he took several gulps of ice water and then captured her mouth again with his. This time he subdued her with a blizzard-cold assault that was equally sexual and deadly.

  When Carson broke free of their oral mating, Dane delivered the first adult strike of the tawse. It woke her butt the hell up and sent a stinging heat into her skin and deeper into her bloodstream when he hit her bottom again.

  The pain was temporary and supplanted by gentle rubbing with his hand over the warmed-up flesh he’d tampered with. The light massage was followed by the soothing caress of rabbit fur nuzzling her heated ass cheeks.

  Carson’s eyes sizzled with carnal intent as he knelt on the ground in front of her and took another drink. In the storm of sensation play she’d forgotten exactly which thermos he was drinking from. Her answer came in a glacial kiss on her labia that shocked her with cold when he started licking her sex lips. He took another long drink and proceeded to suck her cunt into his mouth, slurping wet, frigid knowledge into it.

  Amber gasped and danced on her toes, slapped with heat from behind and scourged with numbing cold in the front. It was pure, heavenly salacity. When Carson’s tongue ran circles around her vagina she grew cautious but hid her uncertainty well. The virginal ring sparked with sensation from his cold frontal rimming.

  Dane whacked her bottom hard, driving stinging pain and fiery heat into her skin. The harder he swatted her backside the longer it took for the fire to burn out and the sting to dissolve into a harsh but invigorating memory.

  Awareness became heightened and somehow deadened at once as they continued their confusing paradise of pain and pleasure, heat and cold. Time stood still as the sun sank lower behind the snow-capped mountains. A sheen of sweat glistened on her body as extreme temperatures and the lines between suffering and enjoyment were blurred.

  It was a mental thing. She knew it was. If any random man had wanted to strap her she doubted she would like it. But here with the men she trusted, willing herself to take the pain for them and being rewarded when they magically turned it into pleasure was a sexual utopia she reveled in.

  Carson devoured her pussy with a scalding herbal bath, enticing her cherry with the desire to burst. He didn’t break her hymen, but as his tongue dipped into her vagina, fucking sinful heat up into it, she imagined herself surrendering her chastity to them and forfeiting the money she was entitled to. Normally the idea sent her into a defensive frenzy, but in this dreamlike moment with them it was the biggest turn-on. Pretending they were stealing her riches away from her and reducing her to a shameless, writhing woman to sate their needs made her cream hard.

  “Remember, you have to ask permission to come,” Carson reminded her, his voice sounding distant like he spoke through a tunnel.

  “Please, Sir.” She felt lightheaded and like she was flying.

  “You may come, sub.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  The words barely escaped her lips when her climax hit hard. She gasped and bucked, shoving her trembling pussy into Carson’s hungry mouth, letting him maul the release out of her. Dane rubbed away the nasty sting of fire on her battered butt cheeks while Carson ate her out.

  Amber quivered and panted with bliss. She yelped and then groaned her submission over the next few whacks of leather.

  Carson eyed her hungrily and let out a low growl. He downed several gulps of ice water with the speed of a drunk in a drinking game. He grabbed her meaty thighs and ate at her cunt with a voracity that was dangerous and thrilling. The arctic lashes of his tongue drove an icy rush of sensation into her channel when he speared his tongue up her quivering entry.

  “Oh god!” She choked on a sob of pleasure, unsure whether to plead for release or mercy.

  “Come for us, Amber,” Dane commanded with a fresh series of lashes on her ass.

  The force moved her forward to escape the vicious sting, sending her pussy harder against Carson’s face. He growled and swerved his tongue up to her throbbing clitoris, suckling and lapping at it ferociously like he’d get her off if it was the last thing he did.

  “I said come for us, Amber,” Dane whispered into her ear.

  His body heat abandoned her, likely from him taking a step or two back, and then a sudden blow to her bottom, right on the ass crack forced her pounding clit harder against Carson’s skilled tongue. She shrieked and sobbed, nearly going blind with a floating state of nirvana.

  In her seizure of possession the dimming light burning across the dusky sky cast a colorful glare in her eyes, but she thought she saw the shadowy image of an enormous cat watching them. The way the setting sun made its wild mane glow told her the animal was a lion.

  Her orgasm shook her senseless and her body swayed just enough that the sun blasted its brightness into her eyes, making them water. When her eyes opened her breath came out in sharp gasps, but the lion was gone. Possibly it had been her imagination. She’d only seen it for a second or two. Hell, she’d hallucinated for longer when sleep deprived.

  Carson stood and both men petted and stroked her soaked, shivering body. She was about to tell them what she thought she’d seen, but a sudden heat wave slammed into her. The desire to fuck seemed more important than the necessity of breathing.

  “Fuck me,” she implored breathlessly.

  Something was happening to her, something primal and frightening. She figured her former floating state had been subspace, but this was something entirely different. This felt like raw, unadulterated possession.

  The men freed her from the rope and cuffs. Carson rubbed her wrists to soothe them, and Dane was looking in his bag for something. What the hell were they doing with their clothes still on?

  “Fuck me, please!” She sounded hysterical. What the fuck was wrong with her?

  Carson looked over her shoulder, probably exchanging some kind of knowing look between brothers. He held her steady while Dane undressed from behind her.

  The ache in her cunt was unbearable. Her skin felt like it was made of glowing hot coals. Fever seared her inside with white heat that burned her alive. Every nerve and cell burned with the desire to fuck, to mate with them
and be claimed by Carson so she belonged to both of them.

  The men were naked now, but they weren’t moving fast enough. Tears streamed down her face. She screamed at the severity of the ache in her body, the sexual forest fire devouring her from within.

  “Please, make it stop. I’m aching so badly for you.”

  Dane lay on his back and held her still when she started thrashing. “You should claim her.”

  Carson got behind her. “I intend to. She’s stunning, flailing about in the middle of mating heat, isn’t she?”

  “She is, but the feisty thing is going to hurt herself if we don’t hold her down. Easy, girl. We’re going to fuck you.” Dane flipped Amber onto her back and held her arms down when she started clawing at her own body for relief.

  Carson got between her legs and stuck his erect cock at her opening. He prodded at her hole a few times, trying to get in but couldn’t.

  Amber became frustrated. Money was no longer an object. All she could think of was sex with her mates. In the violent thrashing she held some thread of sanity that told her to relax her vaginal opening to grant his erection easier passage.

  “Jesus, I can’t get in.” Carson gritted his teeth as he kept stabbing at her sodden entry. “Baby, how long has it been since you—”

  “Oh god, please!” Hot tears poured down her face, but the salty droplets felt like cool rain to her inflamed skin. “My pussy aches so badly. I need you inside me. Please, take my virginity.”

  Both men raised their voices in unison. “What?”

  Chapter Eleven:

  Omen

  Carson stared at their thrashing mate, completely dumbfounded. Their sweet Amber was a virgin. How a woman as becoming as her had managed to remain a virgin for so long was a mystery to him. If he had to take a random stab at the reason he’d guess that it had something to do with her father’s will that she’d mentioned before.

  As much as he wanted to pop his feisty mate’s cherry, he didn’t want to do so while she was flailing and beseeching them in the delirium of mating heat. He knew of other ways to assuage the hellfire of lust and aching need consuming her.

  “Hold her against you. I’m not fucking her cunt until we hear her reasons for still being a virgin.”

  Carson grabbed a tube of lubricant, silently admiring Dane’s handiwork when he flipped Amber over onto his body. There were lovely red and purple marks garnishing her ass. Her normally creamy flesh was reddened with raw discipline and pelted with tiny welts and a few rectangular shaped lines. Her owned bottom was a thing of beauty.

  He matched the nozzle to her anus and squirted lube into her asshole. She howled and then moaned, grinding against his brother as much as she could while Dane held her down against his body. God, she was beautiful.

  Carson slicked up his cock, wishing he had more time to stretch her. No such luck. Amber was gnawing on Dane’s shoulder with her human teeth and clawing at him with her fingernails. She wasn’t even a tiger shifter yet and already she was an out of control little hellcat.

  Carson pushed against her butthole, swearing under his breath when she pressed back against his knocking dick. He gave a hard shove that catapulted his penis deep into her bowels. The force ripped a scream from her throat. He’d have to claim her so she would heal quickly. Human beings shouldn’t be fucked as hard up the ass as he knew he would end up fucking her.

  The fever tearing her apart inside spread to him. He knew there was no hope of slow, gentle lovemaking now. This would be hard, fast, and rough as gravel flying up under tires.

  He felt the humanity in him slipping away as the beast within fought for control. He pummeled her ass hard and swift, vaguely aware that the faint scent of another shifter was on the breeze. When the current changed he couldn’t smell it anymore. He couldn’t see anyone. The firestorm of lust and the need to be one with his mate took over him completely.

  He pierced her fleshy neck and shoulder junction with his sharp fangs, absorbing her scream of agony and euphoria. She hypnotized him with the sweet, metallic tang of her blood that spilled into his mouth. Her orgasmic writhing that sprang after the inevitable pain retreated was paralyzing to his awareness of anything else. Her quaking asshole locking onto his dick with everything she had inflamed him.

  He heard his brother coming from the violent frottage he and Amber were engaged in. Her defeated noise of sexual submission told him that she enjoyed the feel of Dane’s warm semen splashing all over her soft, round belly.

  Carson rammed hard inside her shuddering rectum, spilling his blazing cum into her bowels and savoring her tormented outcry. He slumped over her, his harsh pants sounding more like the cooling efforts of a tiger rather than a man trying to catch his breath. He hadn’t shifted during the orgasmic struggle, but shit, he’d been close.

  They lay there a while until their breathing returned to normal and Carson had licked away the runoff of blood on Amber’s skin and sealed the wound with the healing properties in his cat tongue. His mark looked striking and badass on her. He’d claimed her on the opposite shoulder as Dane had. No sense in pissing his brother off.

  “My girl, you’re amazing,” Dane breathed as he brushed his hands over her face and hair and gazed up at her in wonder.

  Amber acted calmer now, though she was in a bit of a daze.

  Carson withdrew carefully from her ass. “Baby, why didn’t you tell us you were a virgin?”

  She looked momentarily panicked and then embarrassed as she rolled off of Dane and scrambled for the clothes they denied her. “Please, let me get dressed.”

  She had tears in her eyes.

  “Not until you tell us why you’re a virgin,” Carson bargained.

  “Because I never had sex with anyone.”

  He ought to spank her ass for that one, but she was upset so he dismissed her smartass comment. “A beautiful woman like you? What the hell for?”

  “It’s part of the terms of the will. I have to be a virgin when I get married and I can’t do so until I’m thirty.” She hung her head in shame.

  “What kind of shitty will—”

  “Do you smell that?” Dane looked spooked and then defensive. “It smells like another shifter, but different. Dark and foreboding.”

  Carson glanced around. “I thought I did earlier, but the mating heat overrode everything else. Amber, what are you still doing naked?”

  She snorted. “Somebody wouldn’t let me get dressed.”

  Carson shoved the clothes at her. “Do it quickly. I’ve got a bad feeling and I don’t want you out here right now.”

  All three dressed.

  “She should stay with us tonight,” Dane advised.

  “I’d love to, but my guardian would kill me if I spent the night with two men. He told me not to see you guys anymore.”

  “Fuck him. You’re ours.”

  “Carson,” Dane scolded. “If she wants to respect his wishes, then we’ll drive her home and call her later to make sure she’s okay. But we’re going to stay at your apartment for an hour and give you aftercare until we feel you’re all right to be on your own.”

  * * * *

  “Austin, what’s wrong?” Amber stood in her apartment with her cell phone to her ear.

  Austin Kensington sounded spooked. “Yeah, remember all that stuff you were saying about demonic critters and rosaries, that kind of thing?”

  The tiny hairs on her arms and nape stood up. “You saw the devil sheep?”

  “Well, I don’t know about devil sheep, but this freaky-looking dove just flew into my open window a second ago. I had the screens popped out for cleaning. Anyway, the bird laid a rosary on my bed and then flew the hell out the window. It scared the crap out of me.”

  Her blood ran cold. “But you’re not a virgin.”

  “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “This creepy shifter thing is known as the Chameleon Preacher. Apparently he’s running around looking for a virgin to sacrifice so some baddies can be freed from
hell or something along those lines.”

  “Well, that sucks.”

  A mild way of putting it.

  “So what does this mean? Does this sacrilegious preacher think I’m a virgin or something? ‘Cause I’m not.”

  “I don’t know what he wants. The only thing you and Kate have in common is the same last name…and me.”

  “Why would this have anything to do with you?”

  Amber desperately wanted to run and seek comfort and shelter in the arms of her mates. “Think back, Austin. Oliver had a rosary lying on his corpse when they found him dead in the apartment I shared with him. The one thing he, you, and your sister have in common is that you guys used to date me, except for Kate, but she’s my best friend. You all are close to me. That’s what the three of you have in common.”

  “But you only ever mentioned Oliver to anyone. You and I dated in secret. No one knew, so how could this hell-raiser know about our history together when no one else did, and why would he even want us dead in the first place?”

  She wiped a hand down her face, feeling distraught and sick with worry. “I don’t know.”

  “Maybe the preacher guy is jealous of you.”

  She snorted. “Yeah, that’s probably it. There are a whole bunch of women in town to choose from. Why would he pick me?”

  “Because you’re cute and fun to be with.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Or maybe it’s because you’re a virgin,” Austin said quietly. “You said he was looking for one.”

  Her stomach knotted with cold terror.

  “You there?”

  “Yeah. I’ve got to go.”

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. That might not even be it.”

  It had to be.

  “That’s okay. I’ve got to take the trash out.”

  “Uh, okay. You sure you’re all right?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad you and your sister are okay.”

  “Thanks. You take care of yourself.”

  “I will. Have a good night.”

  “You too.”

  She hung up after he did. God in heaven, the Preacher was after her.