Siren in Bloom [Texas Sirens 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Sophie Oak

  “He was dodging a couple of bullets at the time.” Shelley felt a need to defend her savior. “But, you know, the whole ‘getting saved’ thing would have been easier if I was allowed to wear panties.”

  Leo looked down at her, his blue eyes icy. His Dom look. That look went straight to her pussy. “Your response is not required, pet. And panties would not have helped you. Now, get yourself back in the proper position, or I will tie your hands behind your back, put a spreader bar between your knees, and clamp those lovely tits. And then Wolf and I will have a very long conversation.”

  Nope. Her response was not required. She put her head back down. She caught sight of Wolf’s little grin before he took on his steely look again.

  “Leo, I promise next time I’ll be more careful.”

  She winced. There probably would be a next time. Damn it. Someone wanted her dead. She had no idea who it was or when they would try again. It struck her forcefully that this moment was all she could count on. Her father had died suddenly, her mother a long, slow slide. And Bryce. Bryce hadn’t known what was coming for him. He’d been alive one minute and a corpse the next, his expression barely changing as he moved from the living to the dead.

  She wanted to live and not just to move through what some people would call a life. She wanted to really be alive. And she wanted the Meyer brothers. She might not be able to keep them for long, but she would take whatever small moments she could get. She would take them and hold them close and dive into each memory when she was alone again.

  And she would always know that for a brief time, she had been alive.

  “Sweetheart?” Wolf got to one knee, his hand coming out to tilt her chin up. His face showed his deep concern. He brushed away tears she hadn’t known she was shedding. “Come on, I’ll put you in bed. You’ve had a rough day.”

  She looked up at him and glanced back at Leo. Leo had his arms crossed over his chest.

  “Go on, Shelley. Get some rest.” No more “pet” from Leo.

  They didn’t understand. “No. I don’t want rest. I need this. I need you. Both of you.”

  The room got very still.

  “I don’t think this is a good idea,” Leo said, making her heart ache.

  “You do what you have to, brother. But if she needs something, I’ll find a way to give it to her eventually,” Wolf said, leaning over to brush his lips against hers. His eyes focused on her. “You’re sure? I’ll wait.”

  “I don’t want to wait. I’ve waited forever, Wolf. If Leo won’t play with us, then I’ll be fine. I’m sure you can find a way to fill me up, Sir.”

  His smile nearly lit up the room. “I can, love. Now take off your clothes and resume your proper position. I want to play.”

  She got to her feet, shaking but not with fear. Desire coursed through her body. And Leo hadn’t left the room. She was deeply aware of his presence, like a reluctant lion who hadn’t decided whether or not to pounce yet. She pulled her top over her head, her nipples immediately puckering as the cool air hit her skin. Wolf held a hand out, taking her shirt and placing it aside.

  Leo huffed and then grabbed the shirt, neatly folding it.

  Wolf grinned. “He’s a total anal-retentive neat freak, love.”

  “I don’t want to live in squalor. And your room always smelled like a locker room,” Leo complained.

  If she didn’t get control again, the Meyer brothers would be doing a weird form of family therapy, and she wasn’t interested in that type of therapy. She pushed her little skirt off her hips and prayed the sight of her naked body would bring them back in line.

  Silence reigned. She felt their eyes on her, and for the first time since she’d started this little play, she felt a bit of trepidation. She wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t a woman who worked out, and she tried to diet, but she really liked Mexican food and margaritas. Leo and Wolf were perfect specimens. What if they had only thought they wanted her?

  Wolf moved forward, his mouth a hard, sensual line. “You’re lovely, Shelley. Fucking gorgeous. Turn.”

  She followed his instructions, giving him her backside with only the slightest hesitation. Turning put her straight into Leo’s line of sight. He stared at her, his blue eyes drinking her in. She couldn’t mistake the hard line of Leo’s erection. He might not want a relationship with her, but he seemed to want her.

  She gasped as she felt a hand on her backside. Wolf’s big, warm palms cupped her cheeks.

  “Have you taken a cock up this ass, love?” Wolf’s words came out in a low rumble.

  “I doubt it,” Leo replied. “She’s actually quite innocent.”

  But she didn’t want to be. And she didn’t see why it was really dirty. Having vanilla sex with Bryce had made her feel dirty because there hadn’t been a drop of love between them, but standing in front of the Meyer brothers, her every girl part on display, didn’t feel dirty. It felt right.

  “No, Sir. I haven’t. But I’m willing to try,” Shelley replied.

  Wolf let his hands curve around, skimming over her hips and stomach, pulling her back against him. She felt his cock rubbing against her ass. “I’m glad to hear that, love.”

  He worked his hands up to cup her breasts. Every inch of her flesh was coming alive under his hands. And Leo’s eyes watched every moment. Wolf buried his face in her hair as though he wanted to inhale her.

  “God, she smells so good, Leo.”

  Leo’s eyes tightened. “Jasmine. She smells like jasmine.”

  “I don’t know, but I fucking love it.”

  Her shampoo was jasmine and so was her body lotion. She loved the smell. And Leo knew it? Her heart was pierced by the sweetness of it, and their distance made her ache. She wanted to reach out to him, but he was so wary she feared he would walk away.

  Wolf stepped back. “What did I tell you to do, love? I’m still the Dom here.”

  He’d told her to find her position. She got back down, her knees sinking into the thick rug that covered this portion of the immaculate living room.

  “You’re going to have to work on her form, Wolf,” Leo said, his voice a mere whisper.

  Wolf put his hands on her shoulders, squaring them. “Yes, but she’s still lovely like this. I know a little knotty time will get her in shape. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll tie her up and keep her at my feet for a while.” He stroked her hair. “I’ll need that from time to time. I’ll need you to simply kneel at my feet after I’ve properly bound you. I’ll talk to friends or watch a game on TV, and I’ll feed you and stroke you. I’ll find it deeply calming.”

  God, she would be his little pet in those moments.

  “She would look lovely in suspension,” Leo offered.

  “Yes, I believe we’ll get to that, too. But tonight I have something else in mind. I got to play with this pussy earlier, but I neglected a few things.” He knelt behind her. “Spread those legs further. I want access to my pussy.”

  His pussy. The words crept sensually along her skin. She forced her knees open.

  “Do you have a safe word, Shelley?” Leo asked. “I want to make sure you’re safe before I leave you to your Master.”

  He was leaving? She forced back her tears. She couldn’t make him stay. And begging wouldn’t help.

  “I have a safe word,” she admitted. Only the feeling of Wolf’s hands on her seemed real.

  “I need to hear it. I need to know you negotiated this with Wolf,” Leo said.

  “Gucci.” It seemed silly now, but that was the word she’d chosen.

  Leo’s face softened. “Not Prada?”

  He remembered that her dream bag had been a Prada. How could he remember everything she’d ever told him, spend thousands of dollars to make sure she was safe, and still walk away? She didn’t understand him. “I never say no to Prada.”

  Leo nodded and turned away.

  Wolf’s hand slid down her body. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I don’t intend to give you a single reason to say no.” His voice got low, whispering in her e
ar. “Baby, I can take care of you.”

  She nodded. He could. He would do everything he could to make sure she was happy. She couldn’t ever let him know how much she would miss Leo.

  She would just have to sink herself into Wolf. She would have to make sure he was as happy as he would try to make her.

  She leaned back against him, his chest offering her strength. His fingers slipped all around her pussy as he eased her back. Before she knew what was happening, Wolf had her up and on the couch, cradling her between his thighs. She could feel the rough rub of his jeans against her hips.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” Wolf commanded. His feet caught hers, spreading her wide. There was something deliciously decadent about being completely naked while he was fully dressed.

  Shelley closed her eyes, letting Wolf surround her. She wouldn’t watch Leo walk away. If she kept her eyes closed, maybe she could pretend Leo was still here, that he wanted to be with her. It was a harmless little fantasy. She would get over it. She would be happy with Wolf.

  “Tell me you don’t want a taste of this,” Wolf said.

  Shelley felt his cock against the cheeks of her ass. It pressed against her flesh, promising all manner of pleasure. He was a big man, far larger than she’d ever had before. She could only imagine how that big cock would fill her mouth. “Yes, Sir. I want a taste.”

  His voice tickled her ear. “I wasn’t talking to you, love.”

  Her eyes flew open. Leo stood at the end of the couch. He’d had every chance to walk out of the room, but he stood there watching her, his fists clenched as though he didn’t quite trust himself to not reach out and touch her.

  “Tell me you don’t want a taste of this pussy, Leo. You never tried it, did you?”

  There was a short pause before Leo answered. “She was married.”

  “She was married to a douchebag.” Wolf’s hands stayed right where they were, rubbing her pussy.

  “The vows are the same, Wolf. I haven’t touched her. Not like that. Just a kiss.”

  “Then you have to be starving for it, man. I’ve only known her for a month, and I’m dying to get my mouth on her pussy.”

  His fingers slid through the petals of her pussy. She felt herself softening and getting wet all over again. She wanted to writhe under his fingers, but she held herself still, waiting for whatever Leo was going to do. The wait was killing her, but she didn’t even breathe for fear that she could scare him away.

  “She’s going to taste so good, brother. I can already smell her.”

  “God, you’re an asshole, Wolf.” Leo bit the words out.

  “Maybe,” Wolf replied. “But I’m an asshole who knows how to share. I’m an asshole who knows what we all need.”

  “What if she doesn’t want to be shared?”

  Wolf’s breath was warm on her ear. “Tell him, sweetheart. He won’t believe it until he hears it. Tell him you want him to join us. Tell him how much you want his mouth on your pussy.”

  She knew exactly what she wanted. “I want you, Leo.”

  A hand came up and pinched at her nipple. “That wasn’t what I said.”

  God, he was going to make her say it. Every second she hesitated, he tightened his grip on her nipple. The pain bloomed, stinging and making her restless. “I want your mouth on me.”

  “Harder, Wolf. The little sub doesn’t seem to understand what you want.” Leo leaned over, his face a hard mask. His hair had come out of the queue he usually kept it in. The thick brown locks hit his shoulders and made him look the slightest bit savage.

  Wolf gripped her other nipple, both hands on her breasts, twisting to the point of pain—and little bursts of aching pleasure. “You’re not listening, love.”

  “Pussy.” She got the word out as fast as she could. “Leo, I want your mouth on my pussy.”

  Wolf didn’t let up. “Tell him how much you want him to eat your pussy, like a nice ripe and juicy peach. You want him to eat it and suck down all that juice you’re making. Tell him. I want to hear you say it in that oh so sweet and polite tone you use. Politely ask Leo to eat your pussy and then maybe, just maybe, he’ll give you some cock, too.”

  If he didn’t stop talking, Wolf was going to make her freaking come with nothing but his words. She felt every dirty phrase low in her womb. And she couldn’t deny him. She knew that in the light of day she might be horrified, but here and now, she simply obeyed.

  “Please eat my pussy, Leo. I want you to suck and love my pussy, and I want you to prepare me to take your cock. I want your cock so badly. I’ve wanted it since the minute I met you.”

  The vise on her nipples released, and she could breathe again.

  “Very nice, love,” Wolf whispered. “So, Leo, are you going to help me reward this sweet little sub, or am I the only one getting a little pussy tonight?”

  “Fuck you, Wolf.” But Leo tossed his shirt aside. He didn’t take the time to fold it as he had with her clothes. He climbed on the couch between her legs.

  Shelley leaned back and gave everything over to her men.

  * * * *

  Her scent assailed him. God, she’d shaved her pussy. It was right there, a ripe testament to feminine perfection. Leo breathed deeply, letting the scent wash over him, memorizing it for later. He would dream about just how fucking good she smelled.

  He leaned over and rubbed his nose over her labia, delving lightly inside. He wanted that smell all over him. If she was his sub, this was how he would start every day. He would shove his nose in her pussy so her scent would stay with him all day.

  Shelley moved restlessly, and Leo heard Wolf growl.

  “You stay still,” Wolf said. “Do you want him to eat your pussy, or do you want another spanking? I was easy the first time. I won’t be again, love. I’ll spank that round ass of yours until you can’t sit, and then you’ll suck my cock and get nothing for yourself.”

  “No.” Her little whimper went straight to his cock. Fuck, he was so hard. His cock was pulsing against his jeans, but he didn’t dare let the greedy bastard out. If there hadn’t been the discomfort of clothes between them, he would already have shoved his cock deep inside. He would be riding that pussy, and he didn’t want this to be over so quickly.

  It might be the only time he ever got to have her. It might be the only time he ever gave in to temptation. It had to last.

  “I can see we have a lot of work to do, love. You have to be still when we’re fucking you,” Wolf ordered.

  “He’s going too slow,” Shelley complained.

  Oh, she hadn’t seen slow yet. “I’ll go however fast or slow pleases me, Shelley. I’m in charge here. And Wolf left out the part where I tie you up so you can’t touch yourself. Think about that when you try to take control. You’ll be tied up and spanked and forced to take both of our cocks down your throat. And then we’ll leave you like that.”

  He heard her sniffle, and he softened slightly. He leaned down and placed a delicate little kiss on her clit. Plump and swollen, the little jewel practically pulsed under his attention. “Or you can be a good little sub and let your Doms have their way with you. Now beg me.”

  How long had he waited for her to beg? He’d dreamed about little cries and pleas coming from that succulent mouth since the day he’d met her. He’d gone to talk to her about her brother’s condition. He said all the right words that day, but all he could think about was getting her to kneel at his feet, placing a collar around that graceful neck, and making her his.

  “Please, Leo.”

  Normally he would insist on Sir, but he loved the way she said his name. He knew he should correct her. He should keep that small but necessary distance, but instead of what he should have said, he teased her pussy with the tips of his fingers. “Again.”

  “Please, Leo. Leo, I need it. Please.”

  He couldn’t wait a minute longer. He dropped to his belly and settled in. He pressed her legs wider and pulled the petals of her sex apart, revealing glorious pink and coral and red fle
sh, all of it painted with the pearly juice of her arousal.

  With a long, slow lick of his tongue, he tasted her for the first time. Tangy and sweet, the flavor exploded on his tongue, penetrating his senses. He was filled with her. She invaded his every sense. He ate at her pussy, reveling in her taste. He breathed in her scent until it was the only thing he could smell. Her skin was soft beneath his hands, and he couldn’t help but stare at her pussy. It was a work of art. The more he licked and suckled and gently bit, the more it bloomed for him like a flower that had needed light for so long and had just found the sun.

  Her whole body quivered. Leo looked up and saw that Wolf was holding her down, his big hands acting as bondage, keeping her still. Wolf was whispering to her, his tongue coming out to lick along the shell of her ear. His brother kept her spread for his pleasure, a living, breathing, sentient bond. But unlike the thin jute rope Leo preferred, his brother wasn’t a simple tool. Wolf had made an active choice to share his sub, and now he chose to allow Leo to go first.

  What the hell was wrong with his brother? Did Wolf want to force her to choose between them? Was he trying to compete?

  Or was he trying to bring them all together and form the odd family he’d been looking for since the day he’d been old enough to know what he wanted?

  Leo kissed her thighs and gently worked his finger into her cunt. Her tissues were swollen with blood and slick with juice, every inch begging for a cock. His mind whirled. This was more than a fun little fuck. Would he be able to walk away?

  He couldn’t share. Not long term. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he could commit long term. His marriage had been a mess. He’d distanced early on. What if this was all he could offer a woman?

  The muscles of her pussy quivered around his finger. What if Wolf was offering him the best of both worlds? A sub he could sink into again and again and walk away from when he needed to. Wolf would take care of her. Wolf would love her. Wolf would offer up his enormous heart on a platter. He probably crapped hearts and rainbows. Wolf would be her everything if she let him.

  And Leo could be that guy who gave her a quick fuck. Yeah, that was what he was good for. So why couldn’t he walk away? Because if that was all he could get, he would take it as often as he could. She never had to know that he thought about her every minute of the day. She never had to know how she’d taken a stranglehold on his heart and soul to the point that he hadn’t fucked another woman in almost two goddamn years because all he could see was her face.