by Selena Blake
"You what, baby?"
She squeezed his cock again.
"You want something?” he teased and nipped his way up her jaw.
She licked her lips and searched his eyes.
"I want your cock,” she admitted.
"You already have that,” he murmured, a single black eye brow raised.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for it. There was no sense in wanting something and not being willing to voice it. She just had to have the courage to say the words. She ran a hand up the solid wall of his chest, through the thin blanket of hair there, and then thrust her fingers into the silken locks of his hair.
Damn, that in itself was wickedly erotic. How did he have such soft hair?
She pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear.
She opened her mouth to tell him what she wanted when André slid the rest of his finger into her tight passage. Moaning against Jules cheek, she tried to thrust against André's hand.
But he was having none of that. He pulled his finger out and soon she felt more cold gel sliding over her skin, massaged into her.
"I want your cock in my mouth,” she whispered to Jules and felt him suck in a breath. His cock twitched in her hand and, if possible, grew larger. His strong pulse ran through it, beating steadily against her palm. “Do you mind?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Mon frere,” Jules said, his voice unsteady. He rolled away from her. André pulled out and watched the two of them.
Jules quickly pushed himself until he was lounging against the headboard. Angelica looked at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. She looked positively naughty as she crawled toward his cock. Her nipples were hard and begging to be suckled.
But so was his cock. As her lips wrapped around him, he threw his head back and let out a long moan that had been building all day.
Her hot little mouth moved over him with precision. Her cool hands cupped his balls, squeezing them tenderly. Testing their weight and size. And then she started rolling them in her hands. His hips launched off the bed, and his cock hit the roof of her mouth.
She used her other hand to push him back down. It stayed on his thigh, her fingers sweeping back and forth in an erotic caress.
Opening his eyes, he saw André kneel behind her. His brother studied her rounded derrière as if it was a map. Then he took the bottle of lube and squirted the contents between her cheeks. As if unable to help himself, André rubbed his cock over her ass. Spreading his legs wider, he thrust up against her as his hands tightened around her hips.
His movements must have surprised her because her mouth clamped around Jules’ cock, and she sucked hard. Her hand tightened around the base of his shaft, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Damn, that felt so good.
She pulled back and blew cool air against the wetness, then swirled her tongue around the head. He tried to push himself between her lips, but she'd have none of it. Her small hand against his thigh held him where she wanted him, and the hand on his cock stroked up and then down.
"You likin’ that, mon frere?” André asked, a smirk on his face. But Jules could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Loving it."
Jules watched as André pushed a finger into Angelica's tight little hole. He didn't seem to encounter much resistance, in fact she pushed back against him, and her mouth left Jules’ cock.
But not for long. Soon she licked the sensitive spot along the underside, playing it like a guitar. His pleasure mounted, and he fought for control. She tightened the ring her fingers made around the base of his cock and bobbed her head up and down. Her teeth grazed gently against his skin, and he couldn't stop the groan.
Through his lashes, Jules watched André add another finger to her hole. And then, another. He worked them in and out, his other hand clamped over the soft flesh of her ass. She must have been ready for him, because André lubed up his cock.
Jules felt an irrational sense of jealousy. Quickly he pulled her up from his cock so that he could kiss her lips. He fisted his hands in her hair and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He could taste himself on her. Salty, earthy.
She met him thrust for thrust, her tongue dancing around his. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and she purred low in her throat. He wrapped his hand around the vulnerable skin there and enjoyed the vibration against his palm.
When she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nipped the flesh with her teeth, he almost lost it. But she quickly pulled away and took him into her mouth again. She took him deeper, and he could feel the back of her throat against the tip. He kept his hands in her hair, holding her there. She tightened her lips and added some suction.
André groaned, and Jules looked up from where his cock disappeared between her red lips. His brother was slowly pushing his dick into her. He could see his fingers flexing into the flesh of her hips, his jaw tight.
"Good?” Jules quipped.
"So fucking good I'm gonna come any second,” his brother said, his voice dark and tense.
Angelica sucked harder. He was amazed at her stamina. Most women he knew would have given up by now. Weres had an uncanny ability to control their release.
The sight of her sucking him deep, her breasts brushing against his legs, André fucking her sweet ass, was almost enough to make him come. Almost. But he ground his teeth together and held back.
Angelica had never felt so good, so naughty. André's cock was huge, but it gave her a pleasure she couldn't have imagined. Jules rubbed his knuckles against her head, his fingers not releasing their hold on her hair. He held her down on his cock, and she sucked him for all she was worth. She was going to make him come if it took her all damn night.
André pulled back and then pushed inside again, slowly, painstakingly. Then he did it again. All the nerve endings he touched did a happy dance. She pushed back against him, wanting more.
His teeth scraped against her shoulder blade. Her muscles and tendons tightened, and an orgasm mounted deep inside. Jules made a deep guttural sound. Almost a growl. André immediately licked her skin and then froze inside her. He braced one arm against the bed and wrapped the other around her, his fingers seeking and finding her clit. He rubbed it quickly, furiously. And she came beneath him.
Her mouth clamped around Jules cock, sucking him harder. She wanted to cry out her pleasure, but his hands held her head still as he thrust his hips up. The tip of his cock entered her throat, and he groaned loud and long as he came.
She'd never let a man come in her mouth before, and she didn't expect the hot wash of semen against her tongue. He massaged her scalp with his fingertips as he cock pulsed between her lips. At last he lay back against the headboard, panting.
André stayed locked inside her, raining kisses along her back. She let Jules cock slide from her mouth, and she looked up at him with smug satisfaction.
"You weren't supposed to do that,” he told her sternly, but she could tell by the tiny curve of his lips he was pleased.
"No? I thought that was the idea.” She cocked her head and gave him her cockiest grin.
"I pride myself on my control,” he told her.
She smirked.
"Thank you, chérie,” André murmured before pulling out. He disappeared into the bathroom, and she collapsed into a happy heap next to Jules.
"Happy?” he asked.
"Ecstatic."
He curled around her, a large hand settling on her belly. “I'm not done with you yet."
"Mmm ... I hope not.” She should be exhausted. Sore. Instead she felt a little raw but completely energized.
"Rest up for a bit. I want you to enjoy it when I slide my cock into that sweet little pussy.” She was fairly certain that she'd enjoy it right now.
André came back to bed sometime later. He lay down next to her, and she draped a leg over his, her hand on his chest. Outside, the storm still howled, but she'd forgotten about it. The rain hammered against the roof and debris pelted the wall
s like buckshot.
She shuddered involuntarily, and Jules tightened his hold on her, wrapping himself around her a little more. Sandwiched between the two Deveraux brothers, she felt safe and protected. She wondered how long it'd last. She had to leave sometime, and William was bound to find her again.
Would he ever give up? Leave her alone? She was running out of places to disappear to.
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Chapter Five
During the middle of the night, Angelica felt a hand combing the curls between her legs. She spread them a little, enjoying the touch. Opening her eyes, she saw André staring back at her.
A hard cock nudged her back. She rolled toward Jules, and his fingers slid inside her.
"You're already wet for me, baby."
Always, she wanted to say. She'd started dripping the moment she'd seen him yesterday. But she'd never admit it out loud.
His thumb raked over her clit, once, twice. Then he removed his hand and settled himself between her thighs. Instantly she opened for him, wrapping her legs high around his waist. The broad tip of his penis nudged at her opening, begging entrance.
Braced above her, he kissed her sweetly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, welcoming him. Slowly he slid inside her, his face contorting as he tried to remain in control. She smiled up at him, unable to stop the flutter in her heart.
He rotated his hips, causing his cock to twist inside her. The motion did funny things, pleasurable things, to her insides. Then he pulled out, his eyes locking with hers. He pushed back in, and she was aware of every single long inch of him.
André made a sound low in his throat, and she turned to see him rubbing his cock. His hands were wrapped around the base and the head. He thrust against his palms, his head thrown back.
"Faster,” she whispered to Jules.
"Your wish,” he said and pulled out. “Is my command.” He thrust hard against her and then picked up a frantic rhythm.
Another orgasm built low in her belly, and she wondered how many times a woman could come in one day. Four seemed to defy some law of nature. But then Mother Nature had probably never met the Deveraux brothers.
Jules pulled out and stared down at the beautiful woman in his bed, her legs spread wide. Her pussy dripping for him.
"Flip over,” he ordered. She looked like she wanted to protest but slowly did as she was told. He slid off the side of the bed and tugged her over until her feet touched the floor.
"Jules, what—"
"Shh,” he whispered in her ear, rubbing his chest against her back. His cock nestled against her ass. “I told you I wanted to lay you over the edge of the bed and fuck you."
She moaned low in her throat.
"And you get the added bonus of watching my brother make himself come.” His teeth lengthened and his jaws grew more rigid. His beast wanted out. It wanted to mark this woman as his and his alone.
She wiggled her ass against him, as if begging for his cock.
He was more than happy to oblige. Grasping her hips in his hands, he lined his cock up with her pussy and thrust forward in a single fluid motion. She groaned again, the sound muffled against the bed.
He bent over her, threading his fingers through hers as he fucked her. His gaze locked with André's, and he knew his brother was reading his mind.
But André was too busy with his own cock to stop him.
Jules nuzzled the crease between her neck and her shoulder, then licked it. His cock pistoned in and out of her. He loved the feel of her beneath him, so small, soft, and feminine. It made his beast more vicious.
More protective.
With a low groan, André came. Jules could see the jets of sperm shooting through the dark.
The slippery walls of her sheath closed in around him, squeezing him tight. She cried out his name as her body tensed beneath him.
Unable to stop himself, he clamped his teeth over her shoulder and spilled himself inside her. She screamed as the pain of his bite mixed with the pleasure. He was careful to hold back the wolf inside. To use his magic to hide the mark, blur her memory, and make her orgasm unforgettable.
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Chapter Six
Angelica couldn't believe it'd only been four days since Jules and André had brought her here. It felt more like a lifetime. She'd become so engrossed in their lives. Talking with them on a daily basis, cooking with them, sharing meals, showering with them. The sex wasn't bad either. She smiled at the memories.
The storm had left a lot of debris and some high water. But just as they'd said, the cabin was solid. They'd worked to clean up the porches yesterday. Today they planned to go out so she could photograph the wildlife that had hung around for the storm ... if there was any.
She caught Jules’ gaze across the table and smiled. He smiled back, and she felt that familiar punch in the region of her heart. It was an unusual feeling, not at all bad though. After hours of conversation, she felt an odd connection to him, as if she'd known him most of her life. She'd shared stories of her childhood, and he'd done the same. He had a wicked sense of humor she loved.
For all their similarities, the Deveraux brothers were unique. Jules was warm and friendly. She often thought of him as the charmer. Andre was serious, protective, and quiet. He'd been emotionally distant the past few days. She wondered what was going on in his mind. Not that she had any right to pry.
Jules stared at her with those hazel eyes that made her forget what she was saying. A lock of that sinfully black hair fell across his forehead, and she wanted to kiss the cute furrow between his brows.
Finished with her breakfast, she stood up to carry her bowl to the sink. An arm snaked out and wrapped around her waist. He pulled her toward him, pushing his own bowl away. She'd just sat her own bowl down when he bent her back over the table, his face buried between her breasts.
He made short work of the robe, and she found herself naked beneath his gaze.
"I want you,” he said darkly.
She was quickly realizing that she could deny Jules Deveraux nothing. It was a scary thought. But when she looked into his eyes and saw the desire there, her fear subsided and she spread her legs.
"Good girl."
Her nipples were already hard peaks, and he swooped down and sucked one into his mouth. She lay back, enjoying the heat and suction. His hand skimmed down over her hip, and a long thick finger ran between her lips. Already she felt her climax coming on. Jules could make her come faster than she'd thought imaginable. More often than should be legal.
She honestly didn't know how she was going to leave. Her body wasn't going to let her. But she couldn't stay.
He hadn't asked, and she had to get a move on. Had to find a safe place to hide from William.
"I think I'll have dessert with my breakfast,” he murmured, his breath hot against her tummy. His lips closed over her pussy, his tongue lapping up her cream.
Angelica lay back against the solid oak table and squeezed her nipples between her thumbs and fingers.
"Are you two at it again?” André asked, humor in his voice. He was fresh from the shower, a white towel draped around his sexy hips. He used another towel to dry his hair. The site of him made her mouth water, and she reached out to him.
He stepped toward her and stopped at the edge of the table. She craned her neck to the side and reached beneath the towel. He was already hard and hot. She tested the weight of his balls before wrapping her hand around his iron cock. He moaned low in his throat and draped the spare towel around his neck.
Jules thrust a finger into her waiting pussy and curled it upward. Her hips lifted off the table, and she tightened her fist around André's cock.
"Easy man, she's gonna jerk my dick off,” André muttered.
Jules laughed and sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth. He lavished attention with his tongue until Angelica thought her eyes would roll back in her head. She tried to keep time, stroking André's cock, but it was hopeless.
She couldn't concentrate on two things at once.
Just when she'd been about to peak, Jules pulled away. André, too.
"Guys?” She sat up on her elbows and watched as Jules stripped down. André tossed the towels aside and pulled her to him.
His kiss was scorching, speaking of need and a desire stronger than she'd ever known. His hand dipped between her legs, a thick finger pushing her juices back toward her backdoor. He circled the rosebud with his finger, dipping inside.
Her knees went weak and just as she was about to crumble, Jules clamped his hands around her hips. They held her up between them as if she weighed nothing at all. André broke the kiss and wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock slid inside her pussy, startling her with its length. He seemed to go deeper than ever before.
"Put your legs down, chérie,” Jules said against her throat.
"But—"
"Just do it. We're going to make you come. We promise."
Biting her lip, she let her feet slide to the floor, André pulling out as she did. Jules spun her toward him, and she squeaked in surprise.
"Are you ready for us, baby? Both of us?” His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, crushing her against him. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and she clung to his shoulders, feeling dizzy and horny.
His words registered slowly, and her eyes widened. She licked her lips and ran her foot up the back of his leg. She let her head tilt to the side in the way she knew he loved. Immediately, he bent his dark head and nipped at the tender skin there.
Quickly he lifted her and then settled her on his cock. She barely had time to adjust before she felt André behind her, the broad tip of his cock poised at the tight hole. Slick and slippery, he slid inside her, inch by slow inch.
The pain met pleasure, and she couldn't stop the cries building in her throat. It was delicious. Erotic and down right naughty to be plastered between two men. Two men she'd only known for four unforgettable days but felt like she'd known a lifetime.
Her pussy began to throb, and her heartbeat kicked up.
With André all the way inside, Jules began to move slowly. They held themselves rigid, and she had to lean back just to feel connected to the big man behind her. The leisurely strokes went on for what seemed like hours.
