A Sinful Trap

by R. G. Alexander

  Honey. Musk and honey and wildflowers.

  Cam slid his hands under her thighs and stood, pushing her legs back until her ass was off the desk. The position splayed her wide open so he could take more. Taste more.

  Bailey. Bailey. Mate.

  Davide came with a broken shout, and Cam watched her swallow as much as she could. When she couldn’t take any more, Davide pulled out and finished over her breasts.

  Cam’s mouth left her pussy to lick Davide’s release off her skin and she reached for him, her shaking hands sliding over his chest and tangling in the hair there.

  “Fuck me, Cam.”

  She was asking, like he’d told her she would. More a demand than submission, but it was all he needed. He licked another salty drop of Davide off her nipple and let go of her legs so she could wrap them around him. His cock was so sensitive he hissed as he guided himself inside.

  He had to be careful with her. She wasn’t a shifter, and she was so small in his hands…

  “I can take it,” she gasped. “Please.”

  Had she heard him?

  He took her hips in his hands and watched her eyes as he pushed slowly inside, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort.

  Her lips parted as his thick cock stretched her. And kept stretching. “Oh God.”

  “Can you take it now?” He wasn’t sure he could. He was rocking into paradise and the fit was so breathtakingly tight he might come before he got all the way inside her.

  She dropped her arms and moved her legs until they were over his shoulders instead of around his back. The position sunk his cock even deeper.

  “I can take all of it,” she said again, gripping the edge of the desk as if to brace herself. “I need it, Cam.”

  I need to have this before tomorrow.

  “Damn it,” he groaned, his hips plunging forward until they were skin to skin. So deep she couldn’t leave him, no matter where her mind was taking her. “Fuck, Bailey. Tell me if I hurt you.”

  Nothing else could stop him but that. Mine. His wolf roiled beneath his skin, ready to claim its woman. Because she still doubted. Even mindless with desire, some part of her still thought she might have to let them go.

  No part of him could let that happen.

  His fingers would leave marks, he knew, digging into her hips and guiding her into every thrust. But her shouts were his music, urging him on, and her scent set him on fire.

  Pink socks brushed the sides of his head and he growled, fucking into her like the world was ending. He couldn’t stop. He’d never stop. She felt too good. Too his. His innkeeper. His sunlight. His mate.

  “You still think I don’t want you?” He stared at her pussy and watched his cock abuse it. “Look at me. Into me. Now that I know how you fit me, do you really think I’ll give this up?”

  “Cam,” she sobbed, her fingers clawing at the desk. “Don’t stop. It’s so good.”

  He couldn’t. He’d never come inside a woman without protection in his very long life, but the idea of filling her with his seed was too arousing to shake. She was on the pill—even without the link, he could smell it—but the primitive urge didn’t fade with that knowledge. He wanted her covered in his scent, so there could be no doubt who she belonged to.

  Mark her. Claim her.

  When Bailey’s cries were suddenly muted, he looked up to find Davide kneeling by the desk, his mouth locked on hers in a passionate kiss.

  He broke away, looking into Cam’s eyes as he whispered in her ear, “Come for him. Give him what he needs.”

  Ours. She’s ours, Cam thought, knowing to his bones she was made for them.

  “Bailey.” His voice was guttural and ragged. She had to come. He wanted her squeezing like a vice around him before he gave in to the insistent need boiling in his balls.

  Come. Come. Need to come.

  Davide’s fingers slid between them to work on her clit, and then she was shouting Cam’s name, her pussy spasming around his shaft and setting him on fire. His cock jerked inside her, hips still thrusting as he filled her until there was nothing left. Until his thighs were shaking and he saw stars exploding beneath his lids.

  “Yes, it’s love. The kind that originates in the soul and takes your heart by surprise.”

  It was love, and Bailey had certainly taken him by surprise. Fallen into his arms. Transformed him.

  He leaned down and kissed her gently, careful not to crush her under his weight. Then he turned his head to kiss Davide, who was waiting for him with a smile and the same determination he felt. The same wonder in his expression.

  It was decided. She had to choose them. But even if she didn’t, there would be no leaving Bailey behind. They were hers now. Heart and soul.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “I still can’t believe he left you up there alone like that,” Davide grumbled into her hair.

  She smiled sleepily, wiggling her ass against his erection. “He knew they didn’t want to hurt me. Forget about the attic. I can’t believe either of you have this kind of stamina. Are all shifters this energetic? Or only you two?”

  “Looking for replacements already?”

  “I’m pretty sure you broke me, so I’m good.”

  They were spooning in Cam and Davide’s enormous bed, recuperating while Cam went down to the kitchen to get them something to drink before they passed out from dehydration.

  At least she would die happy.

  “When did we break you? Was it the kitchen, when I bent you over that stool and took you while Cam watched? Or the shower after, when I fingered your ass and you rode Cam’s lap?”

  Bailey squeezed her thighs together as each visual rolled over her. “Maybe it was when you fed me leftover takeout and washed my back. Or a few minutes ago, when you were cradling me between you and talking when you thought I was asleep.”

  Little things made all the difference. Pathetic though it might be, one of her fondest memories was of chicken soup. Dani had brought some of Liam’s homemade goodness over when she sick last year, and Kaya had made a special tea to go with it. The kindness had nearly brought Bailey to tears.

  And this? No one had ever taken care of her after sex like this. Even the friends she’d been intimate with didn’t think it was required. But with Cam and Davide, it felt profoundly loving and intimate. They made her feel special. Cherished.

  The way they’d spoken about her. The plans they were making. The inn.

  Davide pulled her closer. “You heard that?”

  “Some of it,” she said, caressing the hand rubbing her hip. “You should tell Cam there is no way I’m accepting the inn without paying the amount I initially offered to Pikeson, despite whatever paperwork he’s already done. You were right, I would be insulted.”

  After their dinner break, Bailey had been too curious about the trunk to let it sit in the foyer unopened. The contents had been fascinating, but they changed nothing. The handwritten copies of their uncle’s will, the original deed and the permits the sisters had gotten from the county clerk all verified their story that the inn had basically been stolen by the sheriff’s cousin—Pikeson’s father.

  It explained so much. Pikeson had never looked at the inn as anything more than an income, never cared about it or seemed interested in its history. Was that because he knew what his family had done to get it? The Enchanted Inn had never belonged to him. His perpetual desire to sell the place had to be the result of a guilty conscience or the sisters haunting his dreams. Or maybe he was just what he appeared to be. A mean old miser.

  “They want you to have it,” Davide said, kissing her shoulder. “The sisters want you to make all their dreams come true.”

  “And I will,” she assured him, wiggling again for emphasis. “I have their things now. Lila’s doll. Stan aka Anastasia’s pocket knife. Pictures to frame. A new story to tell. But only after my plan is complete, and that plan includes purchasing the property.”

  “Whatever you say, Bailey.” His easy acceptance made her s
mile.

  Cam’s grandfather’s journal had been in the trunk, too. There were pictures of Cam’s family, as well as some of Calvin Locke’s personal thoughts that Cam skimmed but showed no interest in reading. “I’m focused on more important things now, remember?”

  He was focused on her. They both were.

  It surprised her, how easy things were between the three of them once they decided to give themselves this time out. Cam and Davide were still mad for each other. They still touched and sought each other out, their love a palpable thing, but not an exclusive one. They included her now, as if they always had. When Cam had taken Davide while he was inside her, it had felt natural and right. As if she were part of them. Necessary.

  Even when they weren’t giving her more orgasms than she knew were possible in a single session, she liked being with them. Davide made her laugh and she loved Cam’s mind. She never would have believed they had anything in common, but they’d told her a little about their broken families. How they’d survived to rebuild their own with Bunny and Mohammad and the others. The tricks they used to get around pack law and keep their people together.

  They held nothing back. And hearing them fill in the blanks of the flashes and feelings she’d gotten through their link made everything so much clearer. They were runaways, too. Like her.

  She wasn’t overwhelmed by their connection anymore. If anything, she was more tempted by the hour to tear down the barrier she could feel still muting their link.

  Something had changed in her today, apart from the amazing sex. Maybe all that advice she’d been getting was finally starting to sink in.

  You’re in love with them.

  That too.

  Davide kissed her neck and slid his arms more fully around her. “Where did you go? Busy making plans?”

  “Actually, I was thinking about how much I loved this day.” It wasn’t a lie. “I could kiss Cam for Ava. I can’t remember the last time I took an entire day off without worrying the inn would fall apart without me. And I’ve never had an entire day of this.”

  “This?” Davide played with her breasts, teeth tugging on her ear. He felt so good against her.

  “Yes, this.”

  “You should take more days off. We could have this all the time. After ten years, you could take a month, at least. See Italy. Paris. There are so many places I’d love to show you. We could see the sights and then spend days in bed, just like this.”

  She hummed at the visual. “It sounds great when you say it, especially the days in bed bit, but…” She hesitated. “I couldn’t be away from home for too long.”

  Bailey knew the way they’d lived before coming here, so she wasn’t sure if Davide would get what she was saying. “There’s my inn to think about, and my garden, not to mention all the restaurants in this town who rely on my inability to cook to keep their lights on. I’m not sure how they’d all get along without me,” she joked lightly.

  The truth was, she would go with them if they asked her. She knew that now. It was already painful to imagine being without them. The thought didn’t scare her the way it had before—that she needed them in her life enough to leave everything she knew behind.

  Davide propped up on his elbow and looked down at her, his light brown eyes shifting to amber as she watched. “We will never take you anywhere you don’t want to go, and you’ll never be far from home for long. We both know you belong here, Bailey, and we belong with you. We can’t get along without you either. Not anymore.”

  She swallowed, blinking away the sudden moisture in her eyes. “That sounds like a promise.”

  “It is.”

  The kiss that followed was lazily carnal. Sweetly wicked. She turned her head into it but he held her still, keeping her body facing away from him. He lifted her leg over his hip and started rubbing his cock between her thighs from behind.

  “You say we have stamina?” He smiled against her lips as he coated his shaft with her arousal. “How can we let you rest enough to recover when you’re ready for more every time we touch you?”

  “I can’t help it,” she said, breathless. “You’re hard men to resist.”

  “We are always hard,” he agreed easily, making her laugh.

  His skilled hands explored her body as he rocked against her, their kiss becoming more passionate. Impatient. When he thrust inside her from behind, they both groaned at the snug fit. “What are you doing to me?”

  “If you have to ask after the last six hours, I’m doing something wrong.”

  “I can’t believe I’m not sore. I probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  “I’ll carry you. Just don’t make me stop.”

  “Stop and I’ll kill you.” Nothing mattered but the feel of Davide inside her, rocking against her. It was more than physical. Each time they came together now she could sense his affection and satisfaction. His yearning and fascination with her. Everything inside her told her she could trust him with her heart. Both of them.

  His voice turned playful as his thrusts deepened. “You may not be sore, but you’ve exhausted me.”

  “Sure.” She whimpered, pressing back against him. “You’re obviously worn out.”

  “I should lie down.” He rolled onto his back, making her cry out in surprise as he took her with him, still inside her.

  “Oh God.”

  He bent his knees, his feet flat on the mattress, and spread her legs wide with his. “That’s better,” he said lazily. And then he wrapped his arm around her and pumped his hips off the bed.

  Ohmygod. “D!”

  Lying there against him, her back to his front, she felt untethered and pinned at the same time. He bucked hard and deep beneath her, and she trembled, unable to do anything but take each thrust of his long cock inside her.

  “I like this,” he growled. “You at my mercy for a change.”

  She turned her head and he sucked on her lip, cupping her breast with his free hand as he fucked her.

  “For a change?” she panted. “Are you kidding?”

  “You have all the control here. It’s always been your choice. To shut us out or save us. To open your heart or break ours.” He bucked again and she cried out as her clit throbbed for relief. “You feel so good, my Bailey. Want to stay inside you forever.”

  For a moment, she wished that were possible. She never wanted this to end. “I don’t want to break your heart.”

  “Then let us in.”

  “Looks like you started the party without me,” Cam said from somewhere out of sight.

  Bailey tried to raise her head to find him, but Davide chose that moment to spank her clit in time with his thrust.

  “Oh fuck,” she shouted, lightning bolts of sensation arcing through her.

  “I do love the views here,” Cam said. Then she heard a drawer open and shut before the bed dipped near their feet. “Both of you, spread out and ready for me.”

  Bailey shivered in delight—and swallowed with nervous anticipation.

  Davide paused beneath her long enough to kiss her cheek. “I thought you’d appreciate that.”

  “You knew he was here?”

  “Shifters, love,” Cam reminded her, amusement mixed with arousal in his unfairly sexy voice. “He heard me on the stairs. You’ll get used to it. But I’ll never get used to this.”

  The big, beautiful man crawled into the space between their legs and stared down at her with something so much deeper than lust. She believed what she was seeing in his eyes. What she could feel from him every time she brushed their link.

  Davide moved again and she gasped. “God, that’s good.”

  “It’s about to get better,” he whispered in her ear, his excitement mingling with hers.

  She didn’t have to ask what he meant. Cam’s tongue was already gliding over her sensitive clit. Was he…? While Davide was…? “Oh wow.”

  Davide grunted as Cam’s mouth paid them equal amounts of attention. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced, but she s
till wanted more.

  For the first time since she’d walked through their door today, she was almost sorry she was feeling this instead of seeing it. Especially when she heard a cap open and realized it was a bottle of lube. For Davide?

  “Tell me what you’re doing,” she said to Cam. “Describe it for me in detail. And then Davide can tell me how it feels.”

  Cam made a possessive sound in his throat that had her trembling before her responded. “I’m watching his cock slide in and out of your tight pussy and remembering how good it feels. How sweet it tastes. You’re so wet for him, and your clit is begging for a kiss.” Cam sucked it into his hot mouth, and she jerked in Davide’s arms. “I’m going to give this pretty thing the attention it needs while I finger his ass and watch him fuck you.”

  His voice was going to kill her. So many little deaths.

  Davide grunted and she turned her head toward his.

  “Tell me,” she ordered in a whisper.

  “He’s deep,” he rasped. “Rubbing my prostate so I’ll come faster and he can have his turn with you. But I’m not going to rush this. You feel too good. He…might as well…oh…stop. Or try harder.”

  “I’ll show you harder.”

  They were teasing each other, but there was no trace of real competition or jealousy between them. Only pleasure and need. Love.

  Please, don’t stop, Il mio liu.

  Davide’s bucks came faster. Harder. It felt so good she wanted to cry.

  “So good, sweet,” he murmured in her ear. “You’re both fucking me so good.”

  Her body, already sensitive and well-loved, was ready to explode. Her heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings. It was too much, and then, all of a sudden it wasn’t enough. Some switch flipped inside her and she knew. She wanted more. She wanted all of it. And it had to be now.

  “Wait. Both of you. Please.”

  The men stilled their movements, their ragged breaths loud as they fought to restrain themselves. “What is it?” Davide asked urgently. “Did we hurt you?”