by Shae Shannon
After about ten minutes of waiting for her to emerge, Aiden spoke up. “Should we send someone to check on her?” He glanced toward the bathroom door.
Brandon scanned the area, looking for one of the shifter girls to send in. In the back of the room, he spotted Katie, the girl that used to date Draven. His hand raised in the air, signaling her like he had been stranded on a deserted island for the past six months. Hesitantly she rose and made her way over to them. “Hey, Brandon. Did you need something?”
He was surprised that she knew his name, but being the alpha of the pack meant people knew him more than vice versa. “Uh, yeah, Amy seems to be coming down with the flu and had to sprint to the ladies’ room. Would you mind checking on her for us?”
“Oh, sure, the coffee girl, right?”
His eyebrows drew together in a defensive gesture. “The owner, you mean? Yes.”
Stupefaction swallowed her. With bugged out eyes and her mouth suddenly finding it complicated to form coherent words, she nodded and quickly shuffled into the restroom.
A couple minutes later, her head poked out of the door. “I’ve got her, you guys can go.” Both men thanked her and all but bolted in the direction of Giselle’s room.
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Once they reached the barrier of her door, they were at a loss as to what to do next. “Should we wake her? We don’t need to annoy her if she is already pissed.” Brandon’s sudden uncertainty provoked Aiden’s left eyebrow to quirk up in a questioning look.
“We are not going to allow her to unleash a storm of fury. She is going to be too occupied. And, by the time we leave this room, she will have forgotten any feelings she had before besides pure and utter pleasure.”
“I like your confidence. Okay, you knock then. I don’t want to be engulfed in flames or zapped into a cockroach.” He stepped aside and held his hands out in an overly exaggerated Vanna White gesture. Aiden rolled his eyes and pushed him out of the way before he lightly rapped on her door. She didn’t answer after a few minutes, and both men gravitated closer, attempting to listen for movement. Aiden shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to knock again, this time with a little more force. Footsteps echoed to their ears as she moved around the room. A few bumps and bangs and rustling of clothing later, the door cracked open.
Giselle’s sleep-filled, half-open eyes squinted as she focused her vision on the pair of muscled, smiling hunks of ooh la la in front of her. She ogled each man, slowly examining every delicious bulge and ripple of muscle that tried to burst free from the formfitting T-shirts both men displayed. Her head was still in a slumber state, refusing to wake fully without caffeine. Lack of sleep had her slumping in a zombie posture. When her eyes finally made contact with Aiden’s, her brain sputtered to life.
“Hello, Giselle. We missed you.” The caressing sound of Brandon’s baritone voice tickled her insides. Bewilderment slammed through her. Her tongue seemed to have tripled in size and taken a roll on a sandy beach because she couldn’t speak even a simple vowel sound. The two didn’t give her time to recover. They gently widened the door and nudged their way in, locking it behind them. She stood dumbfounded and wondering if she was still asleep and dreaming. Her hands covered her face, rubbing in a washing manner. She attempted to step around them but found herself imprisoned in the iron confinements of Brandon’s arms. He held her in a hugging position.
After she settled, his hands trailed up her arms, leaving a path of goose pimples in their wake. His left hand lightly whispered over her shoulder and around the back of her neck. Before she could figure out his intentions, the moist hotness of his lips came crushing down on hers. She could smell the scent that was uniquely his, a combination of the spicy cologne and the natural sweet musk smell of his skin. Her nostrils flared in the attempt of inhaling the intoxicating, panty-wetting aroma. Brandon drew his tongue along the seam of her lips, coaxing entrance into her hungry cavern.
An invading form pressed against her back and ground into the top of her ass as a second set of hands began roaming over the contours of her body. When a touch rubbed along her breasts, she cast loose a winded sigh. Brandon took the tiny invitation and sunk his tongue in. Her body immediately responded. Her nipples instantly beaded into tight, hard pebbles. The feel of Aiden pressing against her, making her the meat to a naughty, steamy sandwich, dampened the crotch of her lace panties. She twirled her tongue and twisted it in a match for dominance, causing Brandon to deepen the heat and roughly devour her rapacious mouth. A deep chill dropped into the pit of her stomach, sending shock waves of chills to rumble through her. The sizzling burn of Aiden’s mouth traveling the curves of her neck unleashed a forbidden hunger that had been trapped in the confinements of her fantasies. Her body began to melt into the sensations they were creating on her vulnerable being.
Brandon abruptly popped his talented mouth apart from hers and stepped back. Through the haze of her thoughts, she managed to moan her irritated protest. Her body turned around with the assistance of four hands that stripped her of her violet silky nightshirt and matching checkered boxers. She was left standing only in the diaphanous white lace strip of panties that rode low on her lush hips. Her mind reeled, desperately searching for facts and explanations of the events that were currently rocking her world. Brandon fell to his knees and lazily slipped them down her hips toward the wooded floor.
The deep vibration of Aiden’s booming, powerful voice yanked her out of the muddied thoughts in her mind and snapped her fully awake and attentive. “You are fucking breathtaking, Giselle Shalay. Your little body is perfect in every way.”
A shiver ran up the length of her body, visibly responding to his verbal caress. As her feet were lifted one by one to emerge from the lacy restraints of her panties, her eyes darted around to meet the intense gaze that predatorily penetrated through to gaze into her soul. Aiden smiled a smirk of satisfaction, obviously fully aware of the impact his simple statement had on her. Brandon stood with panties in hand and brought them to his face, inhaling deeply, drawing her attention.
Waking up to the two men who haunted her fantasies had left her unconvinced that she wasn’t in the deep slumbers of an erotic dream. Now as she stood before them with her body fully exposed and trembling in anticipation, clarity pushed against the walls of fog that blanketed her mind. Brandon licked the cotton square of her underwear, releasing a deep sound resembling a feline growl. Her body responded tempestuously, thrusting quakes of burning desire through her veins. She could feel her womb begin to bloom with a mounting release. “I–I want you both but…” Her voice shook as she tried to put together a coherent sentence.
“Shhh, love. Don’t think. Give yourself over to us and let us do the work. This is about showing you how we can give you the pleasure you crave and unlock your deepest, darkest desires. Go sit on the edge of the bed, Giselle.” Brandon’s soothing words massaged her hesitation and relaxed the uncertainty that had begun to mount in her mind. The last command rang out in a deep, commanding tone. She knew that there was no room for argument, and she didn’t want to argue. Her pussy wept from the domination he projected. She had to concentrate on moving one foot in front of the other to the crumpled bed where she sat obediently.
“Now, spread your legs wide. We want to see the sweet cream seeping out of your slit, love.” It was the rough, gravely sound of Aiden’s voice that scraped over her flesh and sent tremors straight to her magic muscle. Her legs sprung apart. The cool air brushed against her wet hole. Faint whimpers poured from her. Both men had moved to stand in front of her. “Look at that, Aiden. Have you ever seen such perfection?”
“No, I haven’t. Look at that gorgeous cunt. I can’t wait to sink into her.” Aiden fell to his knees and lapped up the cream that had leaked onto her lips and the insides of her thighs. Her head rolled back in utter bliss. The satisfying licks came to an abrupt halt, and he stood again.
“You two better step up your game because I am getting impatient and am about to take care of what you sta
rted by myself.” Irritation rang through her voice.
“Brandon, I do believe we have a feisty little minx on our hands. She needs a few lessons in patience, don’t you agree?” He shot her a cocky smirk.
“I think you are right, bro. I wonder how she will fare if we occupy that lippy mouth with something big and hard? Can you think of something we can stick in there?” Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her tensing up and pure disbelief wash over her. A satisfying smile flashed in the violet pools of his eyes.
“I like your way of thinking.” Aiden pulled his shirt off over his head, silently signaling Brandon to do the same. They both threw the discarded T-shirts beside her on the bed.
Giselle’s mouth began to water. Holy shit. This brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “eye candy.” Her eyes feasted on their muscled torsos. She took her time, allowing her memory to categorize each and every ripple and bulging bicep. Greek Gods would have dreamed of physiques like the pair had. Her eyes came to a halt at the sight of a tribal tattoo that etched up one arm and across the upper chest of Aiden. Its bold lines and snaking points accented his perfect body. He appeared even more dominant and badass. She unconsciously slid her tongue along the lines of her lips. “Are you guys just going to stand there, or are you going to come join me on the bed?” Her eyes sparkled with sauciness. She tilted her head slightly down, and looked at them through her hooded eyelashes in a provocative gesture.
A smile etched across Brandon’s masculine features as he shot a questioning look to Aiden. Aiden responded with a subtle wink, acknowledging that he too understood what she was attempting to do, and he had no intention of allowing her to take the reins. They were running this show, and she was going to find out right now who was boss in the bedroom.
“Hey, Brandon, grab that scarf off of the dresser. I need to look in the bathroom for something. Tie her wrists together and attach them to the headboard.”
“Sure thing.” Brandon all but sprinted to complete the task. He was beside Giselle in a flash, rubbing her arms up and down with his huge, masculine hands. She attempted to throw her leg over him and mount his lap but was caught before she accomplished the sly maneuver. Brandon stilled her firmly, his gaze sharp and intimidating into her eyes. He hadn’t been dominating when they had been together. He had just kept it fun and exciting. Anticipation swelled in his chest at the uncertain reaction she would have towards that part of him. She immediately went lax in his hold, her eyes falling toward the floor. He immediately swelled with pride and excitement. His attention was caught when Aiden cleared his throat, silently announcing that he had caught the tiny submissive action.
He finished his given task of restraining her wrists, carefully positioning the silk so no discomfort would come. “Scoot up to the middle of the bed, minha rainha.” She hesitated, darting a startled expression first at him, and then at Aiden.
When she still delayed, Aiden stepped up, inches from her. His hand trailed over her breasts, caressing the globes carefully. He smoothed his palm over her hardened nipples. “Look at these tits, Brandon. Can you imagine what they will look like with a set of pretty nipple clamps on them with a chain hooking them together? I bet one tug and she would come without ever touching her sweet mound.”
“Mmm, that sounds tasty. Remind me to go shopping tomorrow.” He folded his arms across his chest and continued watching Aiden tease her.
Aiden rolled her bud between his fingers, watching it turn a deep pink color. Without warning, he plucked it firmly and was rewarded by a jump and gasp from Giselle. He gently caressed them again, keeping her guessing at his next move. His mouth came down on one, sucking and licking hungrily. She jumped again when Brandon wrapped his lips around her other one. They both bit down at the same time, causing her to arch against them. Her fingers tangled in both heads of hair, desperate for more.
Giselle didn’t feel the fingers encasing each wrist until Brandon released her nipple with a pop. Her hands were tied together, and before she knew what was happening, her body was in the huge, strong arms of Aiden and was dropped in the middle of the bed. Her head thrashed around, trying to figure out what was going on when she spotted Brandon attaching the scarf to the head of the bed. Her arms were stretched, but not uncomfortably. Her breasts were thrust up and outward on display for them.
“Now that is a perfect sight. You are so fucking amazing, Giselle. I could play with you for days without coming up for air.” Aiden traced his finger down the tunnel of her cleavage, slowly over the softness of her belly, and stopped at her shaved pussy. He gently caressed her clit with slow, sensual circles.
Brandon kicked off his shoes and shucked his jeans, revealing his lack of underwear. He seductively crawled up the other side of her, locking his feral gaze to her needy, begging eyes. His hands began to wander over her, exploring every inch of her heated flesh. “Fuck, Aiden. I may have gotten a teaser already, but this is more than I ever thought it could be. Giselle, love, we are going to make you come more than you have ever in your life.” His hand slid down her side, slowly raking over her thigh before pulling her legs wide. His fingers torturously crawled over her soaking folds. He raised her leg with his other hand to open a route to her back pucker. His finger traced through her juices back to her forbidden rosebud. He gently massaged the circle, tenderly relaxing her tensed muscles. His finger wandered up the soft twernt that connected the two magic holes. Ever so slowly, he would dip his digit into her channel to coat it with the thick, hot cream before returning back to circle and probe the opening. Her body was blistering with a greedy craving. Her head thrashed back and forth as sweat beaded along her furrowed brow.
“I think our little pet here is growing impatient. She still hasn’t learned to relax and stop trying to come. Aiden, see if she needs something in that pussy.”
Aiden stabbed two fingers knuckle deep into her cunt. She choked on a half moan, half scream. Her body pushed against his hand in a carnal need, attempting to manipulate them into moving. He clicked his tongue at her. “No. I will bring you pleasure, kitten. Impatience will only draw out my playtime. If you keep trying to take control, I will flip you on your stomach and spank that hot ass into a pretty shade of pink.” Her pussy involuntarily clenched around his fingers at the words he spoke. Lust and need flooded his features. “I think our little vixen may like the idea of being punished, bro. I wonder how she would react if she were gagged, tied, and whipped with a nine tale.” This time, her body tensed as she worked the walls around his fingers, milking them. He mischievously winked at Brandon. “I will make you a list tomorrow. I think we have a lot of exploring to do before we know how to play with our mate.”
Giselle writhed in protest. “Will you two st–st–stop talking and untie me already? Are you going to give me what I want or do I need to beg? I need one of you inside me, now!” Her eyes were narrowed, and pupils so dilated the brown coloring seemed to have disappeared.
Brandon and Aiden intentionally ignored her, continuing as if she hadn’t said a word. “Good. I have a few ideas of my own. But for now, I think she needs something to keep that voluptuous mouth busy. Which do you want to start with? I want those lips wrapped around my cock, but I am going to stretch her tight ass out. I think we need to both take her together and give her a taste of what is yet to come when we finally mate and bond her.”
Aiden seemed to be mentally weighing his options. Giselle arched and thrust against his fingers that were still buried, motionless in her hot, seeping box. In lightning speed, he flipped her onto her stomach and settled his arm under her waist before yanking her ass into the air. A piercing smack broke through the air as he landed his hand across her derrière. A startled yelp escaped her. He slid his hand over the heated, pink, pimpled print. He caressed her flesh in random strokes, careful to not let her guess what was coming next.
Brandon swiped his hand up her swollen slit. “Fuck. Aiden, she definitely liked that.” He dipped into her sex before moving straight to her sensitive bud of
nerves. He rolled it between his fingers, allowing pressure to increase with every swipe. Smack! Aiden’s huge hand landed on the other cheek.
“I can’t take it! Please! Fuck me now! Please!” She shuddered with uncontrollable need. Smack! Aiden’s palm landed on a fresh spot. A throaty grumble erupted from her panting gasps. Once again, he slowly caressed both cheeks. She felt the bed dip under her, and glanced down to see Brandon’s face positioned between her legs. He probed his tongue into her while his thumb continued an unrelenting assault on her clit. Giselle ground her pussy against his mouth roughly, trying to ride her way to orgasm. Smack! Smack! Smack! Three consecutive swats covered the entire surface of her ass in a bright pink. A sharp scream sounded that coincided with the teeth that scraped across her now engorged bean. “So…So…so close. Don’t stop–p.” Aiden soothed her heated flesh and scooted to the head of the bed. His mouth latched down on hers. She kissed him back in a famished panic. Another scrape of Brandon’s teeth against her magical spot created another scream.
Aiden took the opportunity and positioned himself in front of her, shoving his enormous unit through the soft barrier of her plump lips. He eased it gently down her tight, constricting throat, thrusting little by little until he felt his balls hit her chin. Slowly he began gliding in and out, fucking her mouth. Her moans muffled around his massive girth, sending tiny vibrations along his shaft. “Son of a fucking bitch. Her mouth is the hottest fucking thing I have ever felt. Brandon, you have to feel this. Giselle, I love seeing your sexy lips wrapped around my dick like that, baby. You are so fucking hot.”
Brandon removed his mouth from her dripping, desperate sex. She moaned from the loss of contact against her desperate, aching pussy. Her saliva oozed over her chin and down Aiden’s balls while he continued abusing her mouth. “Hold on, baby, I got what you need.” Brandon slammed his throbbing rod through the threshold of her swollen folds, sinking to hit the bottom in one pump. Giselle’s hips came off the bed, and an animalistic groan tore from around the sides of Aiden’s cock. His fingers bit into the soft meat of her hips as he tethered her in position aligned with his dick. “Fuck, meu bebê! You are so tight and wet.” She caught a glimpse of him over Aiden’s shoulder, and her heart flipped in her chest. Ringlets of his sweat-soaked hair clung to his forehead. His damp skin highlighted the ripped muscles, causing them to glisten in the dim lighting of the room. She could see that his violet eyes had narrowed into fierce, lambent slits. She drew her focus back to Aiden. He held his cock at the base as he fed it to her. Lines etched his sexy, rugged features. His teeth were bared in a predatory snarl. She met his eyes. His lashes blanketed sparkling crystal-like orbs. She could feel her soul drawing to them both. A hunger stronger and deeper than the physical needs and demands her body felt began to grow and consume her heart and mind.
