The Darkling Hunters: Fox Company Alpha (Fox Company Series Book 1)

by Rhiannon Ayers

  He went still. Swallowed. Hard. “Uh…no.”

  One perfect little eyebrow lifted. “Really? Why not?”

  Dex scrunched his shoulders uncomfortably. “The opportunity just…never…sort of…came up.” Not true. Several times in the past, Dex had hooked a hot chick who’d been interested in sharing herself with both of them. But Sam didn’t seem to be…into that. At least, he never took the bait when Dex gave him a hint.

  “Hmm.” Sydney caressed his neck. “Is it because you didn’t want to, or because you never asked him?”

  Outright? No, he’d never asked outright. Hinted, sure, but… “Uh…”

  She chuckled—then did that thing where she flipped him, easy as breathing, and suddenly he was on his back, splayed flat beneath her. The sheet went with him, leaving Sydney exposed in all her naked glory, sitting atop him like a queen mounted on her stallion. Dex groaned, clutching her hips to keep her impaled on his cock. Despite his words to that effect, he had no intention of stopping now. Not when she felt so fucking good around him…

  “Do you remember our conversation last night, Dex?” she purred, smoothing her hands across his pecs.

  How could he forget?

  She must have seen the answer on his face because she chuckled again. “Do you think it’s time we lived out at least one of those fantasies?”

  Dex sucked in a sharp breath as uncertainty washed over him—and his cock hardened exponentially. She felt it, obviously, because her face briefly went slack with pleasure. Sydney closed her eyes, licked her lips, then met his gaze with an expression gone wicked. “Shall we invite him to join us? Shall we see whether our fantasies live up to the reality?”

  Jesus. Fuck. Shit. Dex squirmed, panic and lust making for an interesting brew of adrenaline and desire pumping through his veins. “Uh…Syd, I…”

  She leaned forward, caressing his cheek. “Nothing you’re not ready for,” she promised him, smiling just a little. “Let’s just see where the moment takes us.”

  He searched her face, her eyes, but found only lust, compassion, and understanding behind that cool blue gaze. Every nerve-ending in his body zapping like firecrackers, Dex finally nodded.

  Sydney’s smile bloomed. She kissed him, long and slow, then sat up straight. Leaning forward, she flipped on the bedside lamp, then sat back with a little twist of her hips that made Dex shudder.

  “Sam? Would you come out here, please?”

  ◆◆◆

  Sam cringed as Sydney’s voice drifted through the closed door. Great. They’d want to have a “chat” now. Probably apologize and promise never to let it happen again. His elbows dug into his knees as he leaned forward, pressing his face into his hands as he groaned.

  “Sam?”

  He couldn’t go out there. Not just because he couldn’t face them. His hard-on still hadn’t gone down, and he wore nothing but his shorts. Talk about red flags—or, in this case, more like telephone poles. Jesus, what would they think of him?

  “Please, Sam. You can come out. It’s all right. I promise it will be all right.”

  No, it wouldn’t. But he’d have to face them sooner or later. He stood, briefly considered wrapping a towel around his hips, but then thought better of it. The erection could be explained away. Natural reaction of the male body to a sexual stimulus, yadda, yadda, yadda. Besides, the curtains were still drawn, so the room would be dark. Maybe they wouldn’t notice. That thought in mind, he made sure the light was off in the bathroom before hesitantly reaching for the doorknob—and then realized he could see light bleeding through the edges of the doorway. Shit. So much for that idea. He took a deep breath, took another, then put his eyes on his feet and shuffled out.

  “I’m sorry, guys,” he said to the floor. “I…I didn’t mean…”

  “Sam. Look at me.”

  Her voice rubbed his insides like hot, wet velvet. Sam choked back a groan, braced himself, looked up—

  And froze.

  Sydney was on top of Dex, now, riding him with slow, gentle movements of her hips. Just like last night, except now, he could see everything. Her glorious ass, so round and full, flexing as she lifted herself up and down. Dex’s hands clutched her hips, his legs straight and taut as held himself still beneath her. Since Sam was standing at the foot of the bed, he had a prime view of Dex’s balls, his cock glistening with Sydney’s juices as it slid inside her. Only an inch or so each time, but it was still gorgeous, engorged and thick…

  Sam tore his eyes away, mouth slack, and found Sydney looking straight at him. As he watched, she held up a hand—and beckoned.

  He couldn’t. Shouldn’t. This was too dangerous. He’d give himself away, freak Dex out, lose his best friend…

  “Sam,” Sydney whispered. Her expression softened, her smile too-knowing. “Nothing you’re not ready for. It’ll be okay. I promise.”

  He couldn’t afford to believe her. Couldn’t afford the risk. But he found himself next to the bed anyway, standing with his knees pressing against the side of the mattress. Sydney stopped her gentle ride and reached out to him, wrapping a hand around the back of Sam’s neck. He groaned, unable to help himself, and finally leaned forward to capture her lips.

  His brain short-circuited.

  So fucking soft. Her lips were so plump and juicy, and oh god, her taste. Her tongue tasted like cinnamon, her lips like pure sugar. Spicy and tart, like those Red-Hot candies he used to love so much as a kid. Sam groaned again, bracketing her face with both hands as he held her at an angle, plundering her mouth.

  Out of nowhere, Dex gasped. Sam jerked back a little and looked down, wild-eyed, certain his friend would be furious. But Dex’s expression was filled with awe, not hatred. He licked his lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

  “Kiss her again. Fuck…she clamps down on me when you kiss her. God…”

  A rumble of animal lust vibrated through Sam’s chest as he captured Sydney’s lips again. This kiss was frantic now, almost desperate, and her hands were everywhere, caressing his chest, his arms, his neck. Sam found himself kneeling on the bed, one arm around Sydney’s waist while the other hand caressed her hair. He retained enough brain cells to remember to keep his distance and avoid touching Dex, but other than that, all bets were off. He kissed her like his life depended on it, caressing every inch of skin he could reach. When he cupped a hand around her breast, Sydney gasped into his mouth, shuddering deliciously. Sam growled with satisfaction.

  He didn’t know when it happened, but suddenly he was kneeling behind her, his splayed knees bracketing her calves. He pressed himself against her back, rubbing cock against the seam between her ass cheeks while wishing he could make his shorts disappear. Sydney groaned luxuriously, leaning into him while reaching back to wrap her hands around his head. The position exposed her breasts, and Sam took full advantage, cupping and squeezing both exquisite orbs and glorying in the feel of her nipples against his palms.

  Trapped beneath them, Dex let out a desperate moan, clutching Sydney’s hips with shaking hands. His fingertips brushed Sam’s thighs—and that small touch felt like an electric shock. Sam shuddered, forcing himself to shake it off as an ancillary thing, and concentrated on kissing Sydney’s neck. She writhed in his arms, still riding Dex with jerky movements, her head thrown back and resting on Sam’s shoulder. He helped her ride Dex, providing extra balance and momentum until they were moving in tandem atop the other man.

  Dex went wild. “Fuck. Jesus. Christ. God…”

  Sam chuckled. Apparently, Dex turned religious when he got this close to coming. And he was close. Sam could see it on his best friend’s face, see the desire, the roaring need, as he cried out and writhed with pleasure.

  “Fuck…oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum…fuck, I…” Dex went rigid, trailing off with a strangled cry.

  Sam growled his approval, grinding Syd downward and refusing to let either one of them pull away from it. Sydney convulsed in his arms, crying out, but she wasn’t orgasming yet. Sam could feel her need, her
restlessness, but she wasn’t letting herself go over the edge. But Dex was too far gone, too lost in bliss, his head thrown back, tendons standing out in his neck. He panted, fingers spasming around Sydney’s hips.

  He looked so damn beautiful it made Sam’s heart ache.

  Finally, Dex collapsed, breathing hard. He looked up at Sam, eyes wild. “Shit…too fast…”

  Sam let out a sensual growl and pushed Syd’s upper body forward, making her brace her hands on the bed on either side of Dex’s shoulders. He lifted her hips, pulling her off Dex’s cock with a wet, sucking sound that made all three of them shiver. Too far gone to think clearly—or even think at all—Sam pressed down on the small of Sydney’s back, forcing her to present her perfect little pussy to him. He shoved his shorts out of the way—and impaled her with one long, deep stroke.

  “Oh, fuuuuck…”

  Sydney convulsed around him, her hot, velvet tunnel stroking every inch of his throbbing shaft. Sam closed his eyes, pausing to savor the feel of her furnace heat engulfing him, and clamped both hands around her waist.

  Then, with a last, steadying breath, he started to move.

  “Jesus, fuck, Christ, that’s hot,” Dex groaned, his words underscoring Sydney’s erotic moans. Sam risked a peek at his best friend and saw Dex’s eyes riveted on the sight of Sydney’s swaying breasts. Dex’s fingers were still clasped around her thighs, inches away from Sam’s own hands. Sam resisted the urge to thread their hands together, instead focusing on keeping his thrusts hard and steady. Sydney, for her part, seemed completely lost in it, her head thrown back, body quivering with every impact.

  An ember sparked in Sam’s lower belly, growing exponentially brighter as he rode the woman he loved. He could admit it now, here, in this moment, if only in his own mind. He loved her. Had always loved her. But he’d given her up for the sake of his best friend.

  The man he also loved.

  Sam shoved that thought aside with a fierce, animal growl. He concentrated on Sydney, thrusting deep, glorying in the wet velvet slide of her pussy walls. God, she was perfection. Hot, tight, wet, exhilarating. The sound of her generous ass cheeks slapping against his pelvis rang like music in his ears.

  Dex, still trapped beneath them, had no choice but to witness Sydney’s pleasure, up close and personal. He too seemed to revel in it, alternating between cupping her breasts and running his hands over every inch of her body that he could reach. Occasionally, his fingertips would brush Sam’s skin, creating lightning shocks of pleasure that drove Sam ever-higher. But it took everything he had not to acknowledge those ancillary touches, not to roar his approval at the top of his lungs.

  Sydney was the one who mattered now. Sam focused on her, only on her, and concentrated on her responses. Her body was tightening, muscles twitching as she fought for control.

  Control? Not this time, my warrior woman. This one belongs to me.

  That thought in mind, Sam extended one hand and wrapped Sydney’s flowing black hair around his fist. She cried out as he pulled her head back, gently but inexorably, until he controlled her ability to move in both directions. With his other hand braced on her shoulder, Sam held her still, forcing her to take the full length of his cock with every thrust. Sydney hissed, then cried out, arching her back down so that the direction of her inner tunnel matched the direction of his thrusts. Sam rumbled his approval and started fucking her in earnest.

  “Jesus…fuck…” Dex panted. “Christ, I think I’m going to come again…”

  Sam glanced at Dex’s face and saw wonder, awe, and a little bit of envy flashing behind those green-flecked eyes. At some point, Sydney had shifted her weight to balance on one hand—and the other seemed to be wrapped firmly around Dex’s cock. Though Sam couldn’t see it, he knew she had to be using Sam’s rhythmic thrusts to impel her strokes along Dex’s dick.

  In essence, showing Dex what it would be like if Sam were fucking him.

  The thought ignited a firestorm inside Sam’s body, an inferno of lust and need too enormous to stop. He pounded Sydney, exhilarating in both of their erotic cries, until he couldn’t stand it. With one last, hard thrust, he leaned forward and sank his weight on top of them, forcing Sydney’s clit to mash against Dex’s erection. Risking everything, he wrapped one hand around Sydney’s throat, the other around Dex’s shoulder, and whispered, “Come.”

  Both of them erupted, writhing underneath him. Sam rode it out, keeping perfectly still as Sydney’s inner walls strangled his cock, holding back his own orgasm by the skin of his teeth. The pleasure built, intensifying with each ricochet, until finally he couldn’t hold back a second longer. Sam levered himself upright, pulled out of Sydney’s luxurious heat, and let his seed spill over both her ass cheeks. His orgasm ripped through his body, an explosion so devastating, it left him shaking and weak.

  Silence descended, broken only by their harsh, erratic breathing.

  After what seemed like an eternity, Sam managed to drag himself out of his sated stupor. He realized he was sitting on Dex’s knees, his cock still pressed against Sydney’s ass, and he had one hand on Sydney’s lower back, keeping her pinned atop Dex’s body. Sam swallowed hard and tried to rise, but his thighs were quivering too much to let him make a graceful exit. He managed to push himself to one side, and collapsed beside Dex with a heavy groan.

  Sydney let out a long, luxurious, feminine purr of pure satisfaction. She stretched, rubbing her beautiful breasts along Dex’s hard chest, and captured his lips in a long, slow kiss. Sam held back his envy, contenting himself with the knowledge that he’d had at least one chance to taste those lips. He held himself still, waiting for the fallout.

  And then, Sydney Carpenter did the most amazing thing. She slid off Dex’s body, wiggled herself into the space between the two men, and snaked her arm across Sam’s chest. Before he could react, she wrapped a hand around his neck, leaned over him, and kissed him the same way she’d just kissed Dex.

  Sam couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The feel of those sweet, plump lips against his own turned every brain cell he possessed into mush. Her tongue danced with his, a long, slow number that renewed his faith in the world at large. He drowned in it, gleefully, content to never come up for air.

  At long last, she pulled back, just a little, and whispered against his lips, “Thank you.”

  It was everything Sam could do to hold back tears.

  Sydney settled against his side, her arm still thrown over his chest, and heaved a contented sigh. On her opposite side, Dex moved to spoon with her, wrapping his arm around her waist. Mere centimeters separated Dex’s hand from Sam’s forearm, which was trapped between his body and Sydney’s. That one spot of extra body heat felt like a flamethrower resting inches from Sam’s skin.

  Taking his courage by the throat, Sam forced himself to look at Dex—and found the other man staring at him. His expression held equal parts wonder, satiation, lust…and confusion.

  Sam hid a sigh, keeping his expression carefully blank, and nodded, just once, for Dex’s benefit. Dex’s eyebrows turned down, confusion overtaking all the other emotions behind his eyes. He returned Sam’s nod, but nothing more.

  Sam closed his eyes, accepting defeat, and told himself to enjoy it while it lasted.

  Because when Dex’s brain caught up with his hormones, the explosion would be epic—and devastating for all three of them.

  Chapter 12

  Sam woke with a start and immediately looked at the digital clock on the bedside table—4:00PM, just as his inner clock said it would be. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he tried to adjust his pillow—and his pillow gurgled.

  Startled, he looked down. Sydney’s soft, pale-skinned belly quivered as her stomach rumbled again. Oh. Somehow, in his sleep, he’d managed to twist himself around until he lay with his head on her midriff, one arm trapped beneath her while the other—

  Sam froze. His other arm lay across Dex’s lower belly, his hand curled possessively around the other man’s hip. Dex snor
ed somewhere above him, thankfully oblivious. But if he woke to find Sam’s hand on him…

  Cold fear washed over him. He didn’t know what to do. Move his hand and risk waking Dex? Leave it there until the man woke up of his own accord? Either way, a shit-storm was imminent. Dex would freak, demand an explanation, then kick Sam’s ass to the curb without a second thought. The guy just didn’t swing that way. He’d never even hinted he might be interested in all the years they’d known each other. Back when they first met, in their senior year of high school, Sam had harbored secret yearnings in that direction, but Dex’s general obliviousness led him to believe such feelings were futile. Sam had buried them deep, refusing to even acknowledge his own desires, until it became rote to brush them off as nothing important.

  Sam had promised himself a long, long time ago that he would never interfere with his best friend’s happiness. What happened a few hours ago went directly counter to that objective. He couldn’t let it happen again. Not ever. Not if he wanted to keep his friendship with the man he loved.

  Sam winced at his own thought, castigating himself for being a stupid fool. He held his breath, counted to ten, then slowly, carefully lifted his hand away from Dex’s hip. The other man snorted a little in his sleep, shifting restlessly, but didn’t wake. Sam breathed a silent sigh of relief—then jerked when he felt fingers drift through the hair at his temple.

  Sydney was awake—and she was watching him. Her lips formed a sad, knowing sort of smile. She caressed his forehead, then ran her thumb along his jawline. Her ice-blue eyes were far, far too knowing.

  Sam cleared his throat and levered himself up to a sitting position. Dex woke with a snort, lifting his head and looking around blearily. He frowned when he saw Sam sitting on his bed, then blinked and looked at Sydney. The soft, tender smile Dex directed at his girlfriend made Sam’s heart hurt.

  “We can’t spend all day in bed,” Sam said in a gruff, pained tone he hoped the other two would mistake for annoyance.