by Milly Taiden
He sucked a nipple into his mouth over the lacy bra, using the material to add a new dimension of torture to his woman.
“Oh, God!” She slapped her hands on his biceps. Her hips rocked into him. The sensation drew a groan from his dry throat. She was so responsive. To even the smallest touch. She’d gasp or mewl or moan. So softly. So desperately that he could think of nothing but shoving his cock so deep into her he’d watch her eyes roll to the back of her head and scream as she came.
He bit down on her nipple at the same time she scored her nails hard on his arms. Her eyes were closed and her mouth puffed air in and out of her pink lips.
They’d wanted a mate for so long. One who would please them physically and emotionally. Though she was emotionally scared, she was so fucking perfect in every way for them. Her body turned him on like no other woman had before. It might be her hidden sex appeal. She didn’t need to flaunt it. Her inner light shone through the fear.
He peeled back the bra and sucked her tit into his mouth. Her gasp and immediate shudder pushed the animal forward. He had a hard time controlling the beast. He liked her scent. Liked her taste.
He licked back and forth between her breasts, sucking, nipping and repeating.
“Theron...I don’t think I can take much more of this.” She met his gaze. Her passion-dazed eyes broke the limit on his control.
He slipped his hand between her legs and found her wet center. Christ, she was soaked and dripping heat. He ached to be inside her, to feel her pussy clutching at his cock with every slide into her velvety walls. Spreading her lips open, he slid a finger around her clit. She curved her back, pushed her pussy into his hand and groaned.
“More. Give me more, please.”
He loved the sound of desperation in her voice. Her muscles shook with how tense she was. He slowly fingered around her clit, tapping the tiny hard bundle lightly before moving away. He knew she was close and wanted to make it really good for her.
“Oh, baby you are so fucking wet. Do you know how badly I want to be inside you?”
She raked her nails up his arms and into his hair to tug his mouth back on her nipple.
“Suck me. Make me come,” she ordered.
God, she was so sexy when she got all dominant and aggressive. He knew that wasn’t something she did often. He sensed her normal hesitation deserting her. He sucked her plump breast and bit down on her nipple. At the same time, he slid two fingers into her slick pussy and fucked her so slow he knew she’d probably yell at him soon.
“You...are...evil,” she moaned. “I am going to shatter if you don’t hurry.”
“Oh, no. You’re exactly where I want you, beautiful.” He licked the valley of her breasts and nibbled on the other nipple. “I want you so desperate that when you come, your juices flow over my hand.”
Her chest quaked with how hard she breathed. He blew air over her nipples. They scrunched up into tighter little points.
He quickened his moves, thrusting in and out of her pussy with first two, then three fingers. He prayed that his erection wouldn’t turn into blue balls because this was not going to be one of those times where he’d get to slide up into her sleek wet pussy and get to feel her contract around him like a velvet glove.
Her breaths panted out of her in low moans. He watched her face, her features concentrated fully on reaching the peak. He bit down on her nipple and tapped her clit hard. She choked out a moan. Her grip on his hair loosened as did her body under him. She went soft and a low gasp sounded from her.
She glanced at him and smiled. Not a half smile, either. It was a smile of someone having been pleasured to the point she couldn’t stop the grin.
“I have never done anything like that in a public park,” she said, blinking the sexual clouds out of her eyes.
“It doesn’t matter where we are, Tally.” He swiped his tongue over her nipple one more time before fixing her dress. “Your pleasure is my priority.”
He stood, ignoring his aching hard-on and helped her to her feet. “Are you good to walk?”
She nodded but glanced down at his cock. “Are you good to stay that way?”
He grinned. “This wouldn’t be my first time going home with no relief. I can handle it.” He cupped her face and kissed her softly. “I wanted this to be for you. I’m perfectly fine as I am.”
He wasn’t really fine, but fuck, he wouldn’t make her feel like she had to suck his cock in the middle of a public park either. He wanted her to have this moment. It wasn’t about him needing her to return the favor.
“Are you sure?” she asked and glanced around as if trying to decide what to do next.
“Baby, this was all about you. I am happy to wait.” He met her gaze. “For you, I’ll wait as long as I have to.”
Chapter Seven
Tally took Connor’s hand. He leaned down into the vehicle to help her out. The front of the banquet hall was filled with expensive cars. Her cousin’s wedding had finally arrived. They’d gotten to the church in time to sit in the back row and watch quietly. No one had noticed them or paid them any mind. Exactly how Tally liked it. The reception would be another story. She’d been dating Connor and Theron for a week now and things were a lot better than even she anticipated.
“You’re going to have to come out of the car, darling,” Connor taunted. She’d voiced her opinion on how unexcited she was about the entire event, but her call with Nita and then her grandmother had sealed the deal. She’d go and show her face. Show everyone she was alive and well with two hot men by her side.
“I’m coming,” she grumbled. The wind whipped her curls all over her face. She’d forgone the glasses for a set of contacts.
“I really hate that you didn’t wear the glasses today,” Theron said, coming around the car to her side. “I have a thing for the prim schoolteacher look.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. Tally might not be overtly sexual with displaying herself, but she didn’t try to hide her body either. She wore what she liked. That was usually long, soft dresses. For the wedding, she’d decided to wear a shorter dress that hugged her curves. Connor had complimented her on it at least five times in the past hour.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look in that dress?” He winked.
Make that six times in the past hour.
“I don’t think so, no.” She grinned. “I may never get out of this dress if you keep it up.”
She allowed them to lead her into the reception hall. They’d deliberately taken their time so that things were busy by the time they arrived. The reception was being held locally in a large banquet hall. A massive party location known for hosting top-notch events.
She found their names and seating assignments on a table at the entrance to the main hall. Inside, music pumped over large speakers. Disco lights blinked in different colors and a DJ urged the crowd to do the electric slide.
“I’ll go get us some drinks,” Theron offered when they reached their table.
The crowd cheered as the music ended. A new slow song started and the DJ called couples to the floor.
Connor squeezed her hand. “Come on, let’s dance.”
“I don’t know...” She stumbled to her feet and followed behind him.
“You want to dance. Stop worrying over what others will think.”
He was right. She did want to dance. That was one of her favorite songs the DJ was playing. Connor held her close, staring deep into her eyes.
He lowered his face close, until his lips were by her ear. “Ignore the people.”
She laughed. She was the one that usually said that. When had things changed? And more importantly, did she really care what anyone thought? Not really. She smiled and let her muscles relax. Until that moment, she hadn’t noticed how stiffly she held herself.
“That’s my girl.”
Their dance and fun time was short-lived. Someone bumped into them from the right. She opened her mouth to apologize but stopped at the sight of Paul and Candy.
“You came?” Paul asked, his face a mask of disgust.
“Of course I came. This is my family.” She stopped dancing to face him.
“Have you even bothered to think of what it’s doing to them for their friends to see you waltzing around with two men like—”
“I’d be very careful of the words that come out of your mouth,” Connor whispered, his voice hard.
Paul glared at him and then back at her. “You have no shame at all, do you?”
“I don’t see why you’re worried over my personal life. You’re not part of my family.” She curled her hands into fists. Connor stood behind her, he’d tried to gently get her to move to his side, but she didn’t budge. This was her fight and she was going to handle it all by herself.
She saw Theron from the corner of her eye, ready to move forward. She met his gaze for a second and shook her head.
Grandma Kate stopped dancing with her uncle and joined them.
“What is going on? Why aren’t you all dancing?”
Nita moved to Tally’s side. She had waved at her cousin when she’d walked in, but hadn’t spoken to her yet.
“What’s the problem here?” Nita asked, her voice held more than a little aggravation. “Why did you stop them from dancing, Paul?”
Paul gave Nita a murderous look. “I’m genuinely disturbed for the family.”
Nita and Tally’s gazes met. Nita rolled her eyes and Tally sighed.
“Why are you disturbed, Paul? I see no reason to be worried,” Grandma Kate said.
“With all due respect, Kate, your granddaughter is making a spectacle of herself with these two men she’s brought to the wedding.” He huffed.
Connor let loose a soft growl and Paul took a step back.
“Why are her dates any of your concern?”
“I’m worried for you, madam,” he stated. “I would not like to see your good name and that of your family spoken of poorly due to Tally’s sexual deviance.”
“My what!” Tally screeched. She’d kill him. The jerk had actually had the guts to talk shit about her in the middle of a packed dance floor.
“You heard me!” Paul threw back loudly. The music stopped and everyone listened to the argument. “You’re sleeping around from one guy to another but that’s not enough for you, is it? You have to bring them to a family event. To show the rest of polite society what kind of life you lead.”
Tally lifted a hand to slap him, but Connor was quicker. He grabbed her arms and pulled her back. “He’s not worth it.”
“Let her hit me,” Paul instigated. “I’ll have her arrested for assault.”
“You asshole!” Nita hissed. “You think we’d take you over Tally?”
Paul turned to Grandma Kate. “I’m sorry to say this, but your granddaughter is a whore!”
The crowd gasped. Grandma Kate took a step closer to Paul, raised her sixty-five year old hand and slapped him so hard it resonated around the hall.
“You listen and you listen to me well,” Kate said softly. “This is my family. Talia is my granddaughter. You’re nothing. Get out of here before I find my cane and shove it up your uptight ass.”
Paul’s wide eyes and shocked face was one look Tally would never forget.
“I—”
“Get out!” Kate yelled. “I’m too old to put up with crap. Others might have let your assholery slide, but I won’t. I don’t want to see your face at any other family functions, or believe me, my cane will find a new home up your ass.” She turned to Tally’s uncle. “Get him out of here.”
Tally’s uncle nodded. “Whatever you say, mom.”
Connor released Tally. She started to move away from the dance floor when her grandmother stopped her.
“Talia, come here, please.”
Tally turned back to Grandma Kate and stopped next to her. Kate grabbed Tally’s hand in her own and glanced around the hall. “This is my granddaughter. She’d had a poor excuse for parents, but she’s got me.”
“She’s got us too,” Theron yelled.
“And me,” Nita added.
Kate nodded. “So if anyone here says anything about my Tally, they’ll be seeing a side of me anyone rarely sees. She’s not alone.”
Tally’s eyes filled with tears. She never needed anyone to protect her or stand up for her. But there she was, surrounded by her grandmother, Connor and Theron and Nita, all showing her how truly special she was.
“Put the music back,” Kate said to the DJ. “We’re not done dancing over here.”
Tally giggled again. “Theron if you keep pressing that same spot I’m not going to stop squirming.”
He lifted her foot to his face. “What spot? These feet are so tiny.”
She giggled again. His attempt at a foot massage had started well, but had turned into a tickle Tally session. She laid on the sofa, her torso on Connor’s lap and her feet on Theron.
“My feet are not tiny. You better stop saying that.”
“They really are,” Connor agreed, brushing curls away from her face.
“Are you two blind? Didn’t you see how swollen they are?” She glanced into Connor’s laughing eyes.
“You decided to dance the night away.”
She groaned. “I know, but how could I dance so much with you and then not with Theron?”
Theron snorted. “I was more than happy to watch you dance. I told you that.”
She shook her head, watching him rub circles over her ankles. “I felt guilty. I want you both to feel my time is spread evenly with you.”
“Tally, we don’t suffer from insecurities. We’re united, not competing,” Theron replied.
If only she could remember that. Most of the time she was too worried about not making one feel less wanted than the other that she sometimes overdid it.
“I had fun tonight,” she said. Thinking back to all the family events of the past, none came close to her cousin’s wedding.
“Your grandmother sure laid it out there for Paul,” Connor snickered.
“Oh my god, did you hear her tell him she’d shove her cane up his ass? If I hadn’t been so angry I would’ve burst into giggles.”
“You know, she was right,” Theron said, meeting her gaze with a smile. “You’re not alone. You’ve got us, too.”
She wanted to open up and say something emotional, but held back. She’d been analyzing her feeling and had come to the conclusion there was something deeper there between the three of them. Something she couldn’t name yet, but that she was willing to spend more time developing.
“Thank you, I appreciate that.”
Chapter Eight
“So remind me again, why having two men any woman would kill for that want you is a bad thing?” Nita smiled at the waitress that brought their coffee and cake.
“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing for them to want me,” Tally grumbled.
Maybe. Okay, she didn’t think it was bad they wanted her. Hell, it was like her deepest wet dream come true. Two super-hot guys who wanted her, spent time making sure she not only saw their interest, but felt wanted.
“So why the long face?” Nita put her usual too much sugar and cream and sipped her coffee.
“Because of my history, Nita. I have bad luck with men. And these guys are so...” Wonderful. She didn’t want to say it, but for the past few weeks, she’d either gone to dinner, movies, walks and shows with one the other or both. And the sex? The best, porn had nothing on them. They were the best team out there. One focused on a particular part of her while the other worked another until she was begging one or both to fuck her. Heat crowded her cheeks. She’d lost every last scrap of inhibition and had let loose the sex drive she had no idea lived inside her.
“So what?” Nita asked, bringing her back to the present.
“So damn nice! They deserve a good woman who will make them a good mate. Not some insecure, bitter, fat girl that man-hates and wants to tie them in the closet so nobody else gets their claws on them,” she sa
id honestly.
“First of all, you are not a fat girl. You have curves. And so the fuck what if you are fat, I am too and let me tell you, we fucking rock.”
“I know that. I am not saying we don’t. Until I met these two, I never felt self-conscious of my body. I’m pretty happy with myself. I know I won’t be a skinny woman. I know I can’t fit into the sizes most women wear and that’s okay. I am fine with that. What I am having a problem with is the fact that they bring out my insecurities.”
She eyed the cake on her plate. If only it would solve all the problems in her life. There was no real answer to things other than taking chances. She didn’t like the idea of making a decision she’d later regret. She was at a point in life where she felt she’d wasted all the time she was going to waste in a useless relationship.
“Let me ask you a few questions,” Nita said. “How do you feel when you are with Connor?”
She smiled. “He’s such a sweetheart. So worried about my feelings all the time. He has this...something that he knows when I’m feeling worried or sad and he’ll hug me without saying a word.”
Connor’s actions had really broken through a lot of barriers in her. She tried, but it was useless to keep him at a distance. His constant care and concern for her proved to her that he was genuine in his feelings.
“I think one of the biggest parts of all this is that he is so scared about me meeting their pack.” She bit down on a piece of heavenly chocolate cake.
Whenever they spoke of her meeting the pack, Connor would frown or hold her tighter as if hoping to protect her from the people she’d have to one day meet if she took them up on their offer.
“What about Theron?” Nita pressed. “How do you feel with him?”
Oh, lord of all naughty things. Theron had the sex drive of her dream man. He was rougher, tougher and wilder in bed. He wanted to do things to her she’d never even thought of. While Connor was the sweeter side of the man of her dreams, Theron was the rugged, panty-tearing biker that could fuck her raw and leave her shaking in the aftermath.
