Night Rogues [Night 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

Her own need couldn’t be denied anymore.

  Bracing herself for the jolt of heat, she looked into his eyes and lifted her face for his kiss.

  Blinking, Serena clasped Alastair’s hand, her heart racing at the heat as her dream became reality.

  Ian never took his eyes from hers. “Why? She wants to use us. She admitted to me that she liked the sex, but it doesn’t mean a damned thing to her.”

  Alastair wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close, his eyes searching. “Is that a fact?”

  Ian smiled coldly, his eyes hard. “I guess that pesky ability you have has kept you from getting close to others. You can’t tell what we’re thinking, so you have to go on faith. We make your panties wet and know how to satisfy you. That’s all you want from us, isn’t it? You’re afraid to trust the rest, because you don’t trust anyone.”

  She gasped when he tugged the sheet, her breath catching as it slid down her body to puddle at her feet. Standing naked between them, she shivered, very aware of the heat in their eyes as they raked over her.

  “Your rules.” Smiling to hide her unease at the calculating gleam in Ian’s eyes, Serena laid a hand on his chest, and had to swallow heavily before speaking. “Don’t try to tell me that sex means anything to either one of you. You told me yourselves that you promoted your image as playboys and that the women who went to bed with you knew the score. I thought you’d be happy that I didn’t want anything else from you.”

  She stared at both of them coolly, hoping she sounded as unconcerned and sophisticated as the women they’d known.

  Ian squeezed her ass, rubbing his cock against her belly. “So you think you can just take your pleasure and walk away?”

  Moaning at the feel of Alastair’s hands on her, one sliding from her belly to her breast, while the other went to her hair, she struggled to keep her tone normal.

  “You both have a lot of nerve. You go around screwing women with no plans to get involved with them, and then criticize me for liking sex.”

  Alastair cupped her breast, teasing her nipple, his eyes narrowing when she pushed against him. With a curse, he slipped his other hand under her hair to her neck and tilted her face to his.

  “Neither one of us—damn it, stop squirming—neither one of us is criticizing you for liking sex. It’s the fact that it doesn’t mean anything to you that’s pissing us off.”

  Serena fought to keep her voice steady, not wanting to betray just how much she wished things could be different. “Oh, and I suppose it means something to you?”

  Alastair didn’t speak for several long seconds, the tension from him thick and filled with something that made her heart beat faster. His eyes glittered with gold, the layer of emotion over the underlying heat weakening her knees. “Yes, as a matter of fact, it does.”

  Serena’s breath caught at the anger in his tone. Struck speechless, she could only stare up at him in stunned delight at the truth in his eyes.

  “Please, don’t say things like that.”

  Ian adjusted his hold, coming up behind her to cup both of her breasts as Alastair lifted her against his broad chest.

  Scraping his teeth over her neck, Ian slid his hands around her and lower, running a finger down the crease of her ass. “Not ready to face it, are you? In that case, I guess we’d better make sure to give you the pleasure you’re looking for.”

  Holding her securely in his arms, Alastair moved to the bed, sitting on the edge and adjusting her on his lap with her knees on either side of his hips. His gaze held hers, his golden eyes swirling with frustration and concern. “Serena, you really don’t think we believe that sex means nothing to you, do you? I’ll bet you’ve only had sex once or twice in your life. What happened? Didn’t you like it?”

  Serena leaned forward, guided by his hands at her waist. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Wrapping her hands around his neck, she lifted her face for his kiss, aware of Ian closing in behind her. She didn’t want to talk about anything else. She didn’t want to think about anything except right here, right now.

  She just wanted to lose herself in Ian and Alastair’s lovemaking.

  Each touch aroused her more.

  Each groan, full of hunger and possessiveness, heightened her need for them.

  Each moment she spent with them made the connection between them and the sensation of belonging even stronger.

  She heard the nightstand drawer open and close again, and seconds later felt Ian’s lips on her shoulder. “Every time you touch me, I go crazy.”

  Alastair slid his hands lower, using his thumbs to tease her clit. “Good.” With a groan, he leaned close, nibbling at her bottom lip. “Do you know what it does to me to see you this way? You make me want you so much I would kill to have you.”

  Serena gasped as Ian’s hands closed over her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. “Yes. Take me.”

  With four skilled hands on her body, stroking her with increasing intimacy, Serena found herself once again lost in an erotic haze of pleasure.

  In the arms of her lovers, she found everything she’d been missing in her life.

  In the arms of her lovers, nothing else mattered.

  Bending, Alastair brushed his lips over her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips, while using his thumbs to tease her clit mercilessly.

  “We’re both going to take you, Serena. Together.”

  His lips covered her, swallowing her pleasure-filled moan as he increased the pressure on her clit.

  Ian slid his hands up to her shoulders, gathering her hair in his fist and pulling it aside as he dropped to his knees behind her.

  “Since none of this means anything to you, I’m sure you don’t mind if Alastair and I enjoy ourselves. You want us to take you. You’ll be taken, babe. Make no mistake about that.”

  His lips were hot as they moved across her shoulders, his hands firm as they moved down her sides to grip her waist. “Tough girl. Let’s see if you can harden yourself against feeling anything.”

  Alastair lifted his head, breaking off his kiss, his eyes narrowed and searching. “Do you really think you can take that pleasure you want so badly without letting your emotions get in the way?”

  Lost in sensation, and in the heat in his eyes, Serena bit her lip in a useless effort to hold back her cries of pleasure as her lovers’ hands moved over her.

  With an arm around her waist, Ian pulled her back against him, propping her against his chest and cupping her breasts as Alastair reached for one of the condoms Ian had thrown on the bed.

  “Serena thinks she’s the kind of woman who can have sex and keep her emotions out of it.”

  She wanted to laugh at that, but feared it would come out as a sob.

  Overwhelmed by the hunger they created inside her, she whimpered as the rush of warmth surrounding her grew, washing bits and pieces of the loneliness away.

  They made her want them, but more than that, they made her see just how empty her life had been until now, and how much she needed to be with them.

  Running his thumbs over her nipples, Ian nibbled her neck, sending wave after wave of electricity racing from her nipples to her slit and back again. “It’s just physical for her, isn’t it, babe?” His chest felt hot and hard against her back, his big body surrounding hers, supporting hers, and filling her with a sense of being right where she belonged.

  Curling her toes, Serena arched her body, pressing her breasts more firmly into Ian’s hands. “Yes. Physical.”

  Struggling to hide her emotions, she gave in to the pleasure.

  She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of Alastair rolling on a condom, her pussy clenching in anticipation. Jolting when the backs of his fingers brushed over her clit, she reached for him, a cry escaping when his hot hands closed on her waist.

  His eyes held hers as he lifted, then lowered her, positioning the head of his cock at her pussy entrance.

  The tingling in her clit couldn’t be ignored, the throbbing becoming unbearable. She gasped at t
he tug to her nipples as Ian rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, his devious fingers pulling them slightly away from her body.

  The slight pain only increased her pleasure, the sharp need it created driving her wild.

  “Oh! God, that feels good.” Using her knees against Alastair’s sides, she rocked herself against the head of his cock, frustrated that he wouldn’t lower her enough to take him.

  Reveling at the feel of hard, hot muscle under her hands, she pulled at him in an attempt to get some leverage, but he merely chuckled, the light of wicked intent in his eyes sucking her in.

  “Impatient, aren’t you?”

  Enjoying their play, but without the sophistication to know how she should respond, she flushed, too needy to pretend otherwise.

  “Damn it, Alastair. Please just take me.” Groaning as the head of his cock pressed into her pussy, Serena gripped his shoulders.

  Inch by inch, Alastair lowered her onto his cock, forcing her pussy to stretch wide to accept him.

  “Yes, that’s good, isn’t it, darling?”

  Serena tried to smile, but could only manage a moan. “Yes. God, yes.” Surprised that Alastair limited her movements, she opened her mouth to protest, but the feel of Ian’s lips moving down her back distracted her.

  Little shivers broke out all over, intensifying when his fingers danced over her hips and thighs. Using her knees, she lifted herself as much as Alastair’s hold allowed, thrilling at the friction of his cock over her inner walls.

  He lowered her again, filling her with a hard thrust that stole her breath, frustrating her by becoming still and preventing her from moving.

  “Oh! Please. Move.” She shifted restlessly, but even using her arms and legs for leverage, she couldn’t move the way she wanted to.

  Wrapping an arm around her waist, Alastair held her against him, fisting a hand in her hair. Pulling her head back, he stared into her eyes, his own dark and possessive. “I don’t think you even understand how good it is between us.”

  Sliding her hands into his hair, she rubbed her nipples against his chest, gasping at the friction. “Isn’t it always this way for you?”

  “It’s never even close to this way.” Ian touched a cold, slick finger to her puckered opening, making her jolt. “Hang on to her.”

  Panicked, excited, and a little alarmed, Serena twisted and tried to pull away, squeezing Alastair’s cock in an automatic reflex.

  Her breath caught, her entire body going stiff as Ian began to push his finger into her ass, the slick lube easing his way.

  Tightening his hold, Alastair watched her face, his eyes hooded and searching. “No, it’s not always this way. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you.”

  Ian groaned, pushing his finger deep into her, raising his voice slightly as her cries grew louder. “Your arousal drives me crazy. The hotter we make you, the hotter it is for all three of us. Damn, you’re tight.”

  Serena couldn’t hold back her whimpers, the stark intimacy of having him impale her most private opening and exploring her so shocking and erotically invasive she couldn’t stop trembling.

  “Ian! Oh, God. You can’t touch me there.” Her voice shook, her excitement impossible to hide. She couldn’t help clenching on his finger, the memory of how good it felt when he touched her there before sending her lust soaring.

  Her nipples burned against Alastair’s chest. Her clit throbbed and felt so swollen and achy that she couldn’t stop trying to rub herself against Alastair. Her pussy clenched on the thick heat filling her, needing the friction of Alastair’s cock moving inside her, a friction he denied her.

  Ian moved the finger inside her bottom with a firm possessiveness that increased her vulnerability, and had her whimpering and crying out almost continuously.

  “Ian. Oh, God! It’s so—oh, God! Alastair, please.”

  “Just feel.” He nipped her shoulder, sending another jolt of electricity through her. “I’ve got to stretch you a little before I can take you. I won’t hurt you.”

  Alastair groaned, his fingers digging into her thighs. “Tell me what you’re doing to her.”

  Serena shivered, crying out when Ian slipped his finger free. She clenched there, trying to ease the tingling sensation, but it didn’t help. Now that he’d awakened the nerve endings, she needed attention there. Her bottom tingled with awareness, one that had her close to begging him to fill her ass, to touch her there—anything to relieve the torment he’d created.

  Ian groaned and began to enter her again. “I added some lube and I’m pushing two fingers into her now. She’s so tight and she keeps clenching on my fingers like her ass is trying to suck me in.”

  His hand came around her to cup her breast, his lips moving over her hair. “Christ, I can’t wait to get my cock inside her.”

  Pushing deep, he moved his fingers inside her with slow deliberation, raising his voice to speak to Alastair over her cries.

  “I’m moving my fingers to spread the lube around. Sounds like she likes that, doesn’t it?”

  Alastair slid his hands into her hair, his lips moving over her lips, her cheek, and over her jaw with growing passion. “It certainly does.”

  Serena groaned when Ian stroked her in a too-intimate caress, the feel of his fingers stretching her ass and making her puckered opening sting. “It stings. It burns. Every time I clench it gets worse.”

  With Ian’s fingers stretching her, and Alastair’s cock filling her, she felt full to bursting.

  Ian slid his fingers free, leaving her ass clenching at emptiness. “But you can’t stop clenching, can you? Alastair, I need some room here.”

  Alastair lifted her and lowered her again, setting up a slow, steady rhythm that curled her toes. “She keeps clamping down on my cock, and those whimpers are driving me crazy.”

  With a groan, Alastair wrapped his arms around her and lay back, holding her tightly against his chest. “Hurry up, Ian.”

  Sliding his hands to her hips, Alastair moved her on his cock, his strokes smooth and steady as he pumped into her. “Oh, Serena. You feel so good. So sweet. I don’t know how you can think I’d let you walk away from this.”

  Serena tried to sit up, but Ian’s hand on her back held her down as he worked three fingers into her ass. “Oh! Oh, my God. Ian!”

  She clenched in an instinctive effort to keep him out, but couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure when her effort failed. She spread her legs even wider, kicking her feet against the wicked sensation of having her ass filled, stretched, explored.

  “Be still, babe. Let me get you lubed good. Yeah, honey. That’s it. Nice and slick for my cock.” He slipped his fingers from her, leaving her ass aching to be filled, the inner walls tingling with awareness and clenching uncontrollably. “Hold on to her, Alastair.” He released her to reach for a condom, his lips moving over her shoulder as he rolled it on.

  Serena gulped in air, her heart racing as Ian poised the head of his cock at her puckered opening and began to enter her.

  She couldn’t stop clenching, making Alastair’s cock feel even larger inside her. “I can’t. Oh, God.” Some part of her fought being taken in such an intimate and dominant way, but another part of her she didn’t want to acknowledge wanted to be as close to both of them as she could get. She wanted to be taken.

  Surrounded.

  Filled.

  Ian groaned, his voice ragged and harsh. “Stay as still as you can, babe. I don’t want to hurt you. Holy fuck.”

  She cried out as the head of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle, chills racing up and down her spine as he pressed deeper. Tingles raced through her, centering at her slit, her clit so swollen and aching she couldn’t stand it. She needed to be stroked there, and couldn’t wait any longer.

  Ian’s cock felt harder, thicker than ever.

  Filled in both openings, Serena began to cry, the pleasure so sharp she couldn’t contain it.

  She reached down with one hand, using the other to put some
distance between her and Alastair so she could stroke her clit to send herself over and end the torment, but Ian slapped her hand away, denying her.

  He pushed his cock a little deeper, groaning as he flattened a hand on her back. “No. You’re not coming yet—not until we’re both fucking you and you’re willing to beg for release.”

  The feel of his hard cock pressing into her stunned her. Rippling waves of pleasure and alarm washed over her as Ian withdrew barely an inch and pushed into her again, each slow stroke taking him just a little bit deeper.

  Whimpering at the too-intense sensation of fullness, she held on to Alastair, shocked at the low rumbles of encouragement coming from deep in his chest.

  “That’s it, baby. You’re doing fine.” His hands, firm as they moved over her back and hips, clenched each time Ian went deeper. “Jesus. I can feel her pleasure. She’s a little scared, Ian. Slow and easy.”

  Ian growled, pushing another inch of his cock into her. “I know exactly what she’s feeling, Alastair.”

  Serena shuddered as Alastair began to move, pressing into her each time Ian withdrew, and withdrawing slightly as Ian surged a little deeper.

  The feel of a hard cock in her bottom stunned her, the stark intimacy and decadence of the act so intense, she could do nothing more than hold on as she struggled to adjust.

  The pleasure made it impossible to think, her body shaking so hard it made her clumsy and uncoordinated.

  Every muscle quivered, every inch of her body sizzling with a lust so strong she couldn’t contain it. “Oh, please. Please. It’s too much. Too strong.”

  She closed her eyes, wanting to absorb every sensation, only to open them again, because she didn’t want to miss the passion and hunger in Alastair’s eyes as he looked at her.

  She didn’t want to miss anything, but with her senses so overloaded, she couldn’t keep up.

  Her nipples tingled, the friction against Alastair’s chest making them burn. She felt Ian’s hair against her shoulder just a second before his hot breath caressed her ear.

  He groaned again, setting up a rhythm with Alastair that threatened her sanity. “I can feel her pleasure. But you know what else I feel, baby? I can feel your trust.”