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

by Zoey Marcel

  Carson ran his tongue over his teeth and looked up slightly, shaking his head in disgust or disbelief before storming toward her. He gripped her chin tightly and gave a rough tug upward, locking eyes with her.

  “Just stop.” He led her by the arm and pulled out a chair at the desk. “Sit down.”

  Amber obeyed, puzzled when he put two sheets of blank white paper and a pen in front of her. He took scissors and cut the papers into equal squares.

  “Write down one word on each piece of paper, something demeaning that you believe about yourself, or something some cunt told you that hurt you bad.”

  Dane sounded skeptical. “Car, I’m not sure that’s very good therapy.”

  Carson eyed her cold and hard until she picked up the pen and thought back on all the words that hurt her.

  “I want two separate piles,” he told her. “Words you think about yourself and stuff other people have said. And you’d better not have more than eight.”

  “What happens if I have more than eight?” she dared to ask.

  “I’ll punish you for psychologically abusing my mate.” Carson strode toward the front door, pivoting to face Dane. “After we do things my way we’ll switch over to your way.”

  Dane gave a quick nod. “I think I know what you have in mind.”

  Carson walked out.

  Amber wrote down the words, weeping and hurting when she saw the black ink glaring back at her like taunting little bastards. Supposedly Carson was trying to help her. Hell, he could have just kicked her in the stomach instead for all the good writing down insults would do her.

  Dane checked his phone when it buzzed and he got a text. He immediately closed the drapes. “Are you finished?”

  She nodded glumly, wiping her eyes.

  “Strip.”

  Her eyes widened and stung. What kind of cold butthead would demand she get naked when she’d just squalled and told them how much she hated her body?

  “I’m waiting, sub,” Dane said in a calm, authoritative manner.

  Apparently it was time to get subbie. As much as she enjoyed BDSM with them, right now she really wasn’t in the mood to call anyone Sir and take orders. She wanted to be left alone to cry and fall asleep on her tearstained pillow, telling herself that someday she would arrive at the ideal she envisioned in her mind.

  She stood and took her clothes off, pausing when she got down to her bra and underwear.

  “All of it, Amber.”

  “Don’t you love me?”

  His eyes maintained their distance and jurisdiction, but his voice was full of warmth and tenderness. “It’s because I love you that I’m making you do this.”

  She bowed her head and took her bra and panties off, closing her eyes to hide from his unabashed ogling.

  Carson returned with something long, thin, and green that had her butt clenching in horror. It looked like a switch. Oh merciful lord, he was about to go all Southern on her ass.

  Amber shook her head, debating whether or not to hit them. “I’m really hurting here and you guys want me to write all that stuff down and then punish me for kicks?”

  Carson’s eyes narrowed. “This isn’t a punishment, Amber.”

  Good gravy, in what universe was getting switched not a form of discipline?

  “Go into the bedroom and place your hands on the mirror.”

  They followed her into the room.

  “But the mirror will get fingerprints.” She yelped when Carson flicked his wrist and hit her bottom with the ornery switch.

  “If fingerprints bother you, then you can clean it later. Now do as you’re told.”

  She placed her hands gently against the full-length mirrored closet doors and waited for the inevitable pain.

  “I want you to read each word you wrote when Dane holds up a flashcard,” Carson instructed.

  What the hell kind of therapy is this?

  “Fine.” She yipped and flinched when the switch demanded her deference.

  “That’s ‘yes, Sir.’”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Her spirit sank each time Dane held up a flashcard and she had to read the insulting word she’d written. Every time she said a word Carson followed it with a swift, stinging lash of the green, bendy stick. Her ass was on fire and sore like she felt on the inside.

  “Does it hurt, sub?” Carson asked. “Do the words sting?”

  Now he was taunting her? Funny thing was it sounded like a question motivated by genuine curiosity rather than mockery.

  “Yes, Sir.” She hung her head.

  “Read through them again, and this time I want you to feel the pain of them in your ass and know that it hurts us that much when you talk shit about our mate and believe what a worthless bitch said about you.”

  Amber read through them again, crying and feeling bad for hurting them.

  “Whenever you say it’s no big deal to bash yourself, you’re oblivious to the internal damage it’s causing you. You’re tearing yourself up inside, Amber, and never giving yourself a chance to heal.”

  “Amber,” Dane said gently. “You have more cards of negative words you think of yourself than ones others have said about you. You know what that means, don’t you?”

  She shook her head, whimpering through the tears.

  “It means most of your lack of self-esteem is in your head.”

  “I’d hit the fuckers who hurt your feelings if it wasn’t illegal,” Carson told her, “but mostly I blame you for your lack of confidence.”

  She gaped at him in the reflection. “Why me?”

  “Because you believe those assholes when they say untrue crap about you.”

  “He’s right, girl,” Dane agreed. “There’s a quote by Eleanor Roosevelt—”

  “Fuck the haters,” Carson interrupted.

  She smiled.

  Dane smirked. “Somehow I doubt she would have worded it quite like that. The quote is, ‘No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.’”

  Amber reflected on the words, realizing they were right.

  “That’s what I said,” Carson added, “in a contemporary way.”

  Dane set the flashcards aside and then pulled a black Sharpie out of his pocket.

  “Not so fast. Turn around, sub.” Carson twirled his finger in the air and Amber turned to face him. “Take a good, hard look at that ass.”

  Her eyes bugged out. There were thin, angry red lines, tiny blood blisters, and her butt cheeks were inflamed like she’d gone naked in the sun all day in the summer without sunscreen.

  “That’s what you do to your mind and soul every time you think demeaning things about yourself or believe others when they say them about you.” Carson gazed at her with sternness and feeling in the mirror while she examined her battered bottom. “It’s also what you do to our hearts every time we hear you talking abusively about our woman’s stunning body.”

  She started to weep again. “I’m sorry.”

  Dane uncapped the Sharpie and handed a second one to his brother. “Close your eyes.”

  She closed them, squirming when she felt cool, wet ink write out words on various parts of her skin.

  “You can open them.”

  When she peeked at her scribbled on body she felt a bit like a wall with graffiti on it.

  “Now—”

  “My turn,” Dane interrupted.

  Carson grinned. “Sorry. Control freak here.”

  “I noticed.” Dane pointed to a word on her belly. “Read them aloud.”

  She sniffled, touched by the word. “Beautiful.”

  She lost her breath when Carson started tracing through her folds with his finger while standing to the side of her.

  Dane pointed to another word on her midsection.

  “Voluptuous.”

  Carson moaned and tucked her hair behind her ear, summoning heat into her bloodstream and warm liquid to seep from her pussy.

  Dane’s fingers trickled upward in a teasing sweep that excited her and made her s
kin tingle with yearning. His digit rested on her right breast where another word was scribbled.

  “Desired.”

  “So fucking much,” Carson breathed into her ear as his finger played in her wetness below.

  Dane’s fingers walked like mini stilts to her other breast, making her grin at his playfulness and the way he looked at her when he smiled at her in the reflection of the mirror.

  “Loved,” she breathed, feeling choked up.

  He’d scrawled the word close to her heart. Granted it was more on her tit closer to her areola than her actual heart. He might not be a medical doctor like Bones, but Dane was one hundred percent the sweetest man she’d ever met. He and Carson touched her heart and soul deeper than anyone else ever had.

  Dane was about to point, but Carson blurted, “I want to point to her cunt.”

  Dane grinned and Amber giggled.

  Carson’s thumb swiveled delicately over her nude mons where a word was written on her flesh. “What’s that say, baby?”

  “Hot.”

  Her body heated when they put their hands on her just enough to tease her and let her know she was loved beyond measure.

  Dane groped her fleshy thigh. “This one?”

  She smiled, feeling humbled and deeply moved. “Sexy.”

  Carson fondled the inside of her other thigh where another endearing word was scribbled.

  “Priceless.” Her heart swelled with emotion.

  Both men smoothed their hands over her body.

  “Turn around,” Carson murmured against her neck just before he imprinted a kiss onto her skin.

  Amber turned and then melted when she saw the two words written on her tailbone.

  “Who are you, little mate?” Dane asked in a loving timbre.

  “I’m your girl.” She broke down and wept.

  “Who do you belong to, sub?” Carson asked.

  “Both of you,” she whispered tearfully, walking into Dane’s embrace. “Thank you.”

  They rubbed Amber all over and held her close, kissing her and murmuring intimately to her in that special way of theirs.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered.

  Both men looked at her.

  “Are you sure?” Dane asked.

  “What about your precious money?” Carson sassed.

  “Fuck it. I don’t care anymore. I’d rather have you guys. I need you to know that you mean more to me than having a lot of money.”

  Dane ran his fingers through her hair, not saying anything with his lips, but saying plenty with his eyes.

  “I want you to take my virginity, both of you.”

  * * * *

  Dane practically sped to Jackson to get to the florist before the shop closed for the day. Temptation really needed to get a flower shop so men who wanted to set up the perfect atmosphere for their virgin mate could do so in record time rather than commuting.

  He’d made Carson promise to behave himself while he was gone. His brother said he’d put something soothing on Amber’s ass and get her dolled up for Dane.

  When he got home and went into the bedroom, he saw his lovely girl dressed in a see-through black lace baby-doll with light purple ribbon woven through the fabric in her low-cut neckline. Her plump legs were bare and enticing, and her generous breasts spilled out in an impressive level of cleavage that got him hard instantly.

  “My girl, you look beautiful.”

  Amber gave him a bashful smile from where she lay on the bed on her side, looking dreamy and inviting.

  Carson sat in a chair nearby and observed them. “She’s all yours, Dane. I get her afterward.”

  “Thanks.”

  Dane shucked his clothes with a lunatic’s level of haste and practically pounced on the bed with readiness.

  The candles cast their subdued, romantic glow in the room with the blinds closed. It was the perfect setting in which to make their mate a woman.

  He shared a slow, tantalizing kiss with Amber, savoring the taste of her mouth, and getting lost in her body while he drowned in the rapture of her kiss.

  Carson took one of the roses and crumpled it in his hand, scattering the pink petals all over the bed. He took another rose and did the same, chucking a wad of petals at them with a mischievous grin.

  “Hey.” Dane grinned and Amber laughed.

  Carson winked at them and then sat in his chair to watch.

  Dane laid his curvy mate on her back and slowly devoured her spellbinding mouth. He kissed a moist, wanton trail of seduction down her neck and collarbone before immersing himself in the down-soft flesh of her twin breasts.

  A breathy sound escaped her lips. He felt pangs of hunger in his sex drive when she splayed her delicate little fingers in his hair, pushing his head deeper into her silken, suffocating warmth. He pulled the dainty straps down and tugged on her neckline, exposing the two swollen orbs he wanted to smother himself in.

  The way Amber arched her back and sucked in a quick breath of air as if offering her breasts up to him submissively made his pulse speed up. Her faint moans and mild writhing against the bed as he bestowed her tits with kisses and sipped her nipples made his pulsing cock harden against her thigh.

  He consumed her with dominance and love in his eyes, both moved and spurred on by the submission and caring in her enchanting gaze.

  He pushed the lace barrier up over her round belly and pressed a tidy kiss to the naked warmth of her mound. Her moan sounded deep and sexual. He breathed in the scent of her sex and nuzzled her with his nose, basking himself in her velvety heat.

  “Dane,” she breathed.

  “I’m here, my girl.”

  “I love you,” she said in a quiet voice. “I love you, too, Carson.”

  “I love you back, baby,” Carson returned.

  “And I love you, so much,” Dane murmured against her swollen folds.

  He laid a kiss on the seam of her pussy, smiling at her mangled groan. His thumbs slid up and down her labia, caressing her sex lips open to admire the glistening sheen of desire for him that coated her slit.

  “Mine,” he growled against her satiny lips.

  She let out a muted whimper when he kissed her sex lips as gently as he would her mouth during a heartfelt moment. He dotted her hooded clitoris with a sweet peck and then a scant flick of his tongue that unleashed hot nectar from her cunt.

  “Are you mine, little mate?” he murmured, tickling her interested clit with a casual brush of his nose.

  “I’m yours,” she whispered.

  A low growl rumbled in his throat. He touched the tip of his tongue to her opening, soaking up the private fluid that flowed onto him, hot and sensual. Dane lavished her quivering pussy with kisses, making her tremble and whimper faintly. Her mewling turned to ragged moans and light gyrating of her hips against his face to beckon him closer when he took to sucking her vulva into his mouth. His light suckling seemed to liven up the nerves in her sex lips, and his slurping made her pussy weep with delight to be licked by him.

  He strummed his tongue through her slit, opening her shy vulva to his carnal will. The coy little virgin let him push her thighs farther apart and opened her needy body to his depraved intentions. He took his damned sweet time about exploring her hot little cunt, making her clit swell with obvious frustration. She had other erogenous zones in her appetizing pussy, and he wanted her to discover them, give in to them.

  She cried out softly and bucked a little when his tongue swerved to hit her bulging clitoris, swiping over it repeatedly and driving her crazy. She panted and clawed like mad at the covers while he lapped at her engorged sex button, demanding that it be filled to gluttony with hot blood. He silently ordered her clit to pulse like an ecstatic heart that beat only for him in this moment.

  Then when she was out of breath and her legs gave out from being locked in the contraction of anticipation, he commanded her body to come. His tongue was the hot instrument of sin that sent his lust-stricken mate over the edge into hedonistic oblivion. She convulsed
against the mattress, pussy smashing against his face, unable to escape his will as he held her thighs open and bathed her in searing wickedness with his tongue.

  The second her climax ended, Dane parted her labia and inner lips to take in the luscious glory of her quivering cunt hole. He watched as it shuddered with the effects he had on her, and her helpless channel oozed with translucent fluid.

  He took her hand and dipped her fingers in the slippery evidence of her own wantonness. Amber moaned.

  “See the way you look when you want me,” Dane whispered, collecting some of her moisture on his own finger and then sucking it clean with a filthy groan.

  “Dane, you pervert, I like the way you think,” Carson teased from the background. “Watch the way the threads of your juices stretch when you spread your fingers, Amber.”

  Dane watched her observe the private sight of the crystal arousal stretching without breaking like woven threads of a spider’s web, only slicker. She smiled at him when she noticed him watching her.

  “I like it,” she whispered.

  Dane’s tiger purred at his mate’s pleasure and the delicious nearness he had to her sex. He allowed his tongue to change into his cat side and then raked his raspy tongue over her tender folds.

  She gasped. “Oh god.”

  His abrasive tongue owned her creamy slit, stimulated the pulsating flesh into feeling and surrendering. He dragged his tongue higher and lashed at her fat, happy clit, rasping against the throbbing nub until she came harder still, crying out his name.

  Dane kissed her sweaty mons, grinning when she pretty much wailed at the overstimulation.

  “You ready for the lube?” Carson asked, tossing the tube to Dane after he nodded.

  Dane slicked up his fingers and primed her drenched cunt even more. Her body opened to his long, thick fingers, allowing them to stretch and prepare her to be deflowered. She took the first finger well enough, though the second finger brought her discomfort, and the third digit caused her face to distort with pain.

  “Shh. You’re doing so well, my girl. We’re both so proud of you.”

  His praise served well to soothe her virginal anxiety. He was soon able to fill her pussy, albeit uncomfortably with three of his fingers.