Siren in Bloom

by Lexi Blake

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

  “I don’t know what it is, 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? 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,” 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 some 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 calming.”

  God, she would be his pet in those moments. She wouldn’t have to think about anything except how much her Master cared about her, how much they could bring each other joy.

  “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.” Wolf 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?” Leo asked. “I want to make sure you’re okay 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 ear. “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.

  She 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 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 enormous 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. I haven’t touched her. Not like that. I’ve only kissed her.”

  “Then you have to be starving for it,” Wolf said. “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. I can already smell her,” Wolf said on a sexy groan.

  “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?” The question came from Leo’s lips with no small amount of challenge.

  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 h
im 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 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 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 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, letting the scent wash over him, memorizing it for later. He would dream about how fucking good she smelled.

  He leaned over and rubbed his nose across 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 he heard Wolf growl.

  “You stay still,” his brother 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 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. 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 kiss on her clit. Plump and swollen, the jewel practically pulsed under his attention. “Or you can be a good 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 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’d 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 flesh, 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 finally 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 pussy. 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 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 he 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.

  Wolf was offering him the only piece of heaven he would ever have, and damn if he wasn’t going to take it.

  And he wasn’t about to be a selfish prick.

  He pushed himself up. “Come on, pet. Your Dom has been incredibly patient. I’d like to see how you suck a cock. Start with Wolf’s.” He turned to his brother. “If you high-five her, I swear I’ll punch you.”

  Wolf grinned as he helped her sit up. Shelley’s chocolate brown eyes were dazed, and Wolf passed her off t
o him, settling her naked body in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her.

  “But I was so close,” she whispered. “It was right there.”

  Bryce Hughes was a motherfucker, and if he’d been alive, Leo would have killed him. “Baby, he never made you come, did he?”

  She shook her head. “I didn’t even think I could until tonight.”

  When his brother had gotten her off in front of a dungeon full of people. Wolf had given her her first real taste of pleasure. The least he could do was give her the second. “Get on your knees, baby. You’re going to suck Wolf off while I finish the job.”

  “I like the way big brother thinks, sweetheart.” Wolf had tossed off his T-shirt, and his hands were on his jeans. He shoved them down and proved he still enjoyed the term “commando.”

  Shelley sat up. Leo couldn’t help but sigh. It was obvious she was impressed with little brother’s package.

  “Well, pet, go on. It’s obvious you would like to inspect that monster more closely.” He patted her ass as she got up, then shot his brother a look. “Now I understand why you act the way you do. You don’t have any blood in your brain, do you? It’s all in your cock.”

  His brother grinned, palming himself. His cock stood straight up, practically pointing where it wanted to go. “Who needs a brain right now? But you could probably use some of this.” Wolf tossed him a blue container.

  Lube. Damn, Wolf was going to kill him. He wanted Leo to start stretching her ass so one day she could take a cock up it. Wolf’s cock, most likely. The idea of his brother taking Shelley’s ass didn’t piss him off the way it should. Wolf would be gentle with her. Wolf would rather cut his cock off than hurt her, but Leo wouldn’t be there. The thought made him ache.

  Leo lubed up his hand. He had some work to do. He wouldn’t think about the future. He wouldn’t think about anything except how good it felt to finally have his hands on her. He got down on his back and slid between her legs. Fuck. This was his favorite place in the world to be, staring up at her pussy. He let his hands find her ass, cupping the round cheeks and getting a nice firm grip. “Take him in your mouth, pet. See how much of that monster you can handle.”