Moore, Gigi - Desiree's Lone Wolves [The Double R, Book 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Gigi Moore

  Maia was a lot like Sam, which was probably why Carson liked her so much. He liked the way her mind worked, too, and thought he owed her and Sam more than Desiree would ever know. Without the two younger siblings’ pushy meddling, he doubted that he would have reached out and grabbed what was plainly staring him in the face. Without Maia’s and Sam’s goading, he doubted he ever would have given himself and Sam their chance with Desiree.

  Carson wished he had been a fly on the wall when Maia dropped the stuff off, could only imagine the flush of embarrassment that had flooded Desiree’s cheeks at her younger sister’s boldness.

  Although there didn’t seem to be any trace of shyness about Desiree now. She looked eager and ready to get this show on the road.

  “I was wondering…” she began as Carson started to turn. He paused on the threshold and looked at her, as did Sam. “Do we really need the condoms? I mean, I’m clean and…”

  “We are, too.” Carson spoke for himself and Sam, confident in his assertion as neither of them had been with anyone since before they’d arrived at The Double R a year ago now. They’d both tested negative a year before that.

  Desiree lowered her head, averting her eyes to stare at the carpet as she murmured, “Before each of you I hadn’t been with anyone in a…very long time.” She lifted her eyes to meet Carson’s and Sam’s in turn. She took a deep breath. “I hadn’t wanted to be.”

  Sam put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. “You can tell us if you want.”

  “I know.”

  Carson and Sam waited several moments, and when Desiree didn’t say anything to fill the silence, Carson crossed the room to stand on the opposite side of the bed as Sam. He sat down beside Desiree, sandwiching her between him and his brother. He put a finger under her chin to lift her head. His breath hitched in his chest at the sight of tears shining on the surface of her whiskey eyes, the moisture giving her eyes a hypnotic, eerie appearance. They looked more irresistible than usual.

  “Tell us, cher.”

  “You don’t want to hear my tale of woe.”

  “Don’t make light of what he did to you,” Sam said.

  Carson heard the barely suppressed rage in his voice and knew had the offending male been there in front of them, Sam would have ripped him limb from limb, as Carson would have.

  “It’s difficult to talk about,” Desiree murmured and Carson thought that had to be the biggest understatement he’d ever heard.

  “Once you get it out you won’t have to say it ever again,” he said. “Give us your burden.”

  The sobs tore from her throat suddenly, violent, racking sobs that shook her entire body as if his words had opened a valve that had been too-long closed.

  Carson pulled her close and held her as she tearfully related the story of her ex-boyfriend Jeremy. He’d been the perfect gentleman, dating her proper, lavishing her with gifts and words of love for months before he turned. Too late she discovered his insidiousness, the predator beneath more dangerous than Carson’s and Sam’s animals would ever be.

  Once she started, the words flowed from her, emotion and pain bursting free, eager now for release.

  When she got to the actual rape, Carson fisted his hands as if to stop himself from wrapping them around the bastard’s throat, the bastard who wasn’t even present.

  He didn’t want to hear any more, but he had started this and they all needed to hear it through.

  Desiree finally reached the end of her story, exhausted and still in Carson’s arms as if she had just finished running a marathon.

  He held her and patted her back with both hands as her cries eased and her breathing slowed. Sam sat behind her, caressing her hair and whispering soothing words in her ear.

  “You’re safe with us, cher. We’ll never let anything like that happen to you again. We’ll never hurt you.”

  “I know.” She sniffed as she pulled out of Carson’s arms to look at him. “I’ve never told anyone about it before.”

  “You were meant to tell us.”

  “Yeah,” Sam agreed.

  “My protectors.” Desiree smiled and Carson thumbed the last few tears away from her face.

  “Desiree, you know what’s between us isn’t just about sex anymore, right?”

  She looked from him to Sam, who nodded his concurrence with Carson. “I know it’s not for me,” she said.

  “It’s not for us, either, cher.” He kissed a tear as it slid down her cheek, wrapping his arms around Desiree to draw her close again. He doubted now if it had ever been just about sex for him. He’d known from the beginning that this woman could be the one who changed everything.

  Desiree burrowed close, pressing her lips to the pounding pulse point in his neck, making it beat even wilder, making his entire body throb with need.

  Carson gently pulled back. “I’m sweaty.”

  “I don’t care. It’s an-honest-day’s-work sweat. I want to taste it, taste you. Let’s make love here now, then make love again in the shower, then—”

  “Want to make up for lost time, do we?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Hey, anything to please the lady,” Sam said in a jaunty tone that Carson knew he meant to lighten the mood. It remained his brother’s way.

  Desiree tossed the condoms back into the drawer. “Then we don’t need these.”

  “We can still get you pregnant, Desi,” Sam said. “Unless you’re on the Pill?”

  “I’m not. Is that a problem?”

  Carson wanted to tell her hell yeah it was a problem. Especially when he recognized the wild expression in her eyes. It was a look that said she wanted to throw all caution to the wind and for once do what made her happy without thinking of the consequences. It was a reckless look with which he was more than familiar after seeing it so many times on his brother’s and Maia’s faces. He’d never seen such an out-of-control look on Desiree’s face, though. She was too cautious, too responsible for that look. She lived by the same credo, conducted herself the same way Carson usually did, especially after Duane’s death.

  He worried that she was pushing herself too far to prove a point—whether it was to herself, him and Sam, or even her uninhibited younger sister, Carson didn’t know. He just knew, as reckless as she acted now, as reckless as they all prepared to behave, he didn’t want to say no to her. He couldn’t.

  He remained hard as a spike. He needed to feel her, all of her, soft, warm, and wet, squeezing around his cock until he moaned and begged for mercy.

  Sam looked to him as if for direction, waiting for his answer.

  Desiree took the situation in hand, gently rubbing and cupping Carson’s balls through his jeans before gripping him. “I want to feel you inside me, both of you, naked and raw, every inch.”

  Was this the same woman who’d slapped him after one comparatively chaste kiss?

  Carson looked at Sam over Desiree’s shoulder and saw his own surprise reflected back at him from his brother’s eyes. He also saw the desire Sam had for this woman they both loved and wondered if the same image flashed through his brother’s mind as flashed through his. He wondered if his brother saw Desiree pregnant with a pup of either of them and glowing.

  This is insane! We’re not free to make this choice for her or ourselves. We can’t put all this on her—Remy, the pack, our past…

  It was enough that she had accepted them for what they were, shifters and all.

  Except when he looked in her eyes, all rational thought vanished.

  Selfishly, he wanted this, wanted her, however she wanted to give herself to him, however she would take him and his brother. He knew he was being irresponsible, but he wouldn’t ask her if she was sure. She was a grown woman. He and Sam were grown men.

  This was right.

  As if to validate his decision, Desiree stroked Carson’s cheek now, smiling through her tears, and Carson thought it the most beautiful sight he had seen since first coming home to find his brother in his human form and making out
in the bed with Desiree.

  “Please,” she whispered, burying her face against his neck again, licking and nipping the skin there until he squirmed beneath her amorous attentions.

  Carson closed his eyes and tilted back his head to give her better access. He groaned low in his throat as she circled her tongue against his throbbing pulse. He tunneled his hands through her hair and drew her closer, holding her in place. “Bite me, cher. Bite me hard and make me yours.”

  “He needs you to claim him, bebe,” Sam said. “Mark him.”

  Desiree didn’t hesitate like he thought she would. She sunk her teeth into him as hard as she could, and Carson gasped at the white-hot pain. He reveled in it.

  “Oh God…” He panted as he felt something liquid and warm on his throat. Fuck.

  Carson toppled Desiree back against the mattress, and she broke contact to stare up at him with a dazed look on her face. He stared at the trickle of blood in the corners of her mouth, cock painfully throbbing at the sight.

  He reached for her mouth with his thumb, tracing the tips of her relatively blunt human canines through her parted lips, marveling that she was able to penetrate his skin. A crazy sense of pride suffused him, as if he had taught a pack pup a new predatory technique and the pup had taken to it like a wild animal to the jungle.

  Was she a hybrid like his mother and didn’t know it?

  “I’m sorry,” she said.

  He caught her hands when she reached toward the damage she had done. “Don’t be. I liked it. Raw, remember?”

  “And naked.” She took a side of his shirt in each hand and slowly slid the garment off his shoulders and down his arms before completely removing it.

  Carson wordlessly watched her, heart stuttering when she plastered her palms against his chest.

  The touch of her, warm skin against warm skin, ignited the fire in him. He leaned in to kiss and lick her throat. “Are you sure you want this? It’s not too late to change your mind. We won’t think any less of you.”

  “Wolves mate for life,” Sam rasped, bending his head to kiss the opposite side of Desiree’s throat.

  “Are you two trying to scare me off?”

  “Just trying to let you know what you’re in for,” Carson said.

  “Let’s just do this.”

  “Bebe, let us know if we hurt you and you want us to stop.”

  “I’m not afraid.”

  As Carson moved in to mark her, he thought that maybe she should be. Maybe they all should be.

  * * * *

  Desiree had always known it would come to this. From the moment she had initially started seeing the wolves in her dreams she had known that they belonged to her and that she belonged to them. Now there just remained the matter of formalizing, in blood, what they all already knew.

  Desiree allowed each man to strip her until she was as completely naked as Sam.

  Her mouth watered as she watched Carson finally strip out of his jeans. Her skin tingled with nervous excitement like she was an inexperienced virgin and not the woman who had already tied up Sam before getting him off, or had just marked his brother with her teeth in a ferocious, ceremonial demonstration of foreplay. She closed her eyes as each man moved to her neck, and she felt their warm breath against her skin and shuddered.

  “After this, you mark me,” Sam said.

  She didn’t open her eyes, just nodded while her stomach fluttered with a thousand butterflies.

  She remembered the sight of Sam’s blood, so much of it, on her clothes, in the grass, on his fur and underbelly. So much, but she didn’t remember being squeamish.

  She wasn’t exactly squeamish now, more flushed with anticipation and arousal.

  Was she some sort of freak to want this, to welcome it?

  Carson took over, rolling Desiree onto her side so that they lay face to face. Sam hovered just behind her as Carson pulled her close, lifting one of her thighs to rest on his hip while he nestled his cock between her legs. Carson took his throbbing erection in hand and guided it toward her opening, rubbing her creamy folds with the head until she proved ready to cry out and beg.

  Desiree arched toward him like Velcro to fasteners. He spent a torturous few seconds massaging her vulva before sliding inside. He seated himself balls deep and finally filled her.

  For a long moment, he didn’t move, just lay still with his chin cradled against her collarbone as her muscles stretched to accept his hard, large cock.

  Desiree gasped as Carson simultaneously rolled his hips against her and sunk his teeth into the right side of her neck. He pierced her skin with his sharp canines, much sharper than hers, much sharper than a normal human’s. His cock, however, proved all human, all male, demanding, burning, and solid inside her pussy.

  She gushed hot and wet around him, inner muscles clutching at him as if for comfort.

  So this was what she’d asked for, naked and raw. This was what she wanted, had been wanting from them since she’d met them. She just hadn’t known it.

  Her body flooded with adrenaline, Carson’s dual piercings sending her off on a tide of pre-orgasmic pleasure, and Sam hadn’t even entered her yet.

  As soon as Carson had his fill and released her throat, she opened her eyes, met his gaze, and gasped at his glowing yellow eyes staring back at her. “No, don’t.” She reached over to hold his face in place when he tried to duck his head. “They’re beautiful,” she whispered, in awe of these extraordinary men with whom she had fallen in love.

  “Not as beautiful as you.”

  “So beautiful,” Sam agreed and lowered his head to put his mark right beside Carson’s.

  He sunk his fangs in quick, making surgically efficient and sensual strokes with his teeth and tongue, beyond a formality. “Ready?” he whispered against her throat, and Desiree had a second to nod before he eased his well-lubed cock between her ass cheeks and pushed.

  Her breath hitched in her chest at the pressure. She didn’t think she would ever get used to this intense fullness, but she knew that she never wanted to do without it, either.

  Sam stroked her arm, murmuring sexy foreign words that made her wetter even though she didn’t know what he said. His deep, sultry voice proved the real turn-on rather than the words themselves. “More, Sam. Please fill me…” She pushed back against him as Sam and Carson both drove forward, squeezing her between them.

  Heated skin against heated skin, intimately flanked by them, Desiree couldn’t have felt more cozy or safe. She couldn’t have felt sexier and more wanted. She couldn’t have been more turned on and insatiable

  She turned her face to look at Sam over her shoulder, cupping his cheek before he raised his face from her throat to kiss her on the lips.

  She caught a glimpse of his eyes, the naturally golden-honey hue even lighter, turned yellow, like Carson’s, with his arousal.

  Desiree parted her lips, letting Sam slip his tongue into her mouth to share the taste of her essence. She had tasted her own blood before, sucking her finger into her mouth after getting a cut while chopping vegetables or from some other mishap. She knew the taste, metallic and salty. This was different, flavored with the taste of Sam and all his emotions and desires.

  She groaned a guttural animal sound alien to her own ears as Carson and Sam moved against her in synch.

  Desiree rocked back and forth between them, matching their rhythm as they brought every inch of her body, inside and out, to life with their hands and mouths as well as their powerful cocks.

  Sam maneuvered his body until his neck hovered right over Desiree’s mouth. “Do it, bebe. Make me yours.”

  Desiree opened her mouth over his throat and closed her eyes. She brought her mouth close enough to kiss him, licked and nibbled his skin. He tasted different from Carson, yet the same, as if she could taste their connection and share it.

  “Now, cher,” Carson whispered.

  Desiree closed her mind to everything except what her two men did to her body, every nerve ending swamped with ar
ousal when she sank her teeth into Sam as she had his brother before him. Sam’s blood burst against her taste buds the instant that Carson thumbed then lightly pinched her clit, spurring her to suck harder and grind her hips between them more desperately.

  “That’s it, cher. Come for us. Come now.”

  His words worked like a switch, powering Desiree to an orgasm that exploded through her body with crippling force.

  She trembled and slumped in Carson and Sam’s grasp, crying out and panting as they each came inside her on such thunderous growls, Desiree waited with pounding heart for Helena to come rushing up the stairs at any moment to check on all of them.

  Several heartbeats went by with the three of them lying still in silence, the only sound echoing through the room the noise of their heavy breathing.

  After a long time, Sam sat up smiling and looking refreshed. “I’m ready for round two in the shower. How about you guys?”

  Carson chuckled, shook his head, and covered his eyes with an arm.

  Desiree’s smile mirrored Sam’s. She remained too choked up to speak, though, just so glad Sam had come back to them from near-death.

  Desiree had to wonder, though, how long the goodwill and lull would last.

  She hadn’t forgotten about Remy, out there somewhere plotting his next move against her men, and wondered what Carson and Sam’s next move would be.

  She knew that whatever they decided, she would be right there with them.

  Desiree elbowed Carson in the ribs. “Coming, slacker?” She leaped out of the bed before he could grab her and followed Sam to the bathroom, laughing.

  Chapter 19

  “I need you, bebe.” Sam pulled Desiree close as he stood under the warm spray, eager to feel her silken skin against him, eager to feel her soft body.

  She came willingly, a devilish twinkle in her whiskey eyes as she smiled up at him. “I need you, too, honey.”

  “Mmm, honey. I like it.” He kept his tone light, tried to distance himself as much as he could from what Desiree had told him and Carson about Jeremy-the-prick.

  He had never felt as murderous toward anyone as he did toward the unknown boyfriend, except for Remy. He knew if he ever came across this Jeremy he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions.