Hour of the Lion, Cherise Sinclair [good story books to read TXT] 📗

"Alec, please reprimand her," he said.

Teeth nipped just inside her knee, making her jolt. Another bite. Another as he worked his way in a line up her inner thigh. It hurt, only with each sharp pain, her clit tightened more, throbbing in anticipation

His lips closed over the exposed nub.

"Ahhh!" Her hips strained upward. God, his mouth was hot, his tongue… She was so close…

He backed off, the bastard. His tongue wandered down her labia and pushed into her vagina.

She wiggled uncontrollably.

He stopped.

With a low hum that sounded like a purr, Calum fondled her left breast. His fingers rolled her nipple, squeezing until her muscles started to tighten with the pain, and released. His fingertips danced over the aching peak, sending fire streaking right down to her pussy.

As if following the fire, Alec licked circles around her clit, and then brushed his tongue over the straining top, putting her right on the edge. Oh God, please.

He lifted his head, and Calum moved his attention to her other breast, leaving the first swollen and tight. Over and over. Exquisite pain from Calum, unbearable pleasure from Alec.

The air seemed thick and hot, and everything they did drew her closer to a climax, one she couldn‘t stop. Couldn‘t control. She was shaking in Calum‘s arms.

Almost….

Calum kissed her shoulders. "A little closer, but don‘t let her come, brawd. I want us buried inside her when she does."

Alec chuckled. "She‘s going to hurt you for this tomorrow, you know."

A nip on her earlobe made her jolt. "She‘ll be busy running."

She didn‘t get a chance to ask what he meant before Alec‘s mouth closed over her clit, the heat, the wet, his tongue flickering up one side and down the other. "Oh God." Her hips strained upward, and he set his forearm across her pelvis, keeping her in place. Her whole body shook as she quivered, needing…needing.

"That‘s about right," Calum said.

When Alec sat up, she moaned. Her clit felt as if it had grown too large for her skin, pulling painfully.

As Calum released her, Alec took her hands and pulled her down on top of him. "A soft female body. Very nice." He curved his hand over her nape and kissed her.

His cock was hard beneath her, jutting toward his stomach. With a groan, she squirmed on it. "Inside me. Now."

He snorted. "You have no patience at all, do you?"

"No." Damn men. Have to do it all myself. She moved to impale herself, felt the head of his cock at her center and—

"Not yet. Up you go, lass," Calum said. He lifted her up, so she straddled Alec on hands and knees, butt in the air and yay too far from his cock. She ground her teeth together. Dammit, she needed more, or she‘d burst with her need.

Alec stroked his hands down her body, over her hips, then cupped her ass. To her shock, as he pulled her cheeks apart, something cold trickled down between them.

Lube. She stiffened. They‘d both teased her there, slowly increasing from one to two or three fingers. But if he had lube… Her head came up. "Wait… No. No, Calum."

"You can do this, little cat," Calum said. His finger slid into her back hole, pushing ruthlessly past the puckered ring as Alec‘s hands anchored her. The finger moved slowly in and out, igniting nerves. Confusing her. Her instincts screamed for a cock in her vagina, not something…there. This wasn‘t right. "Calum," she whined. "No."

"Good girl," Calum murmured and pulled out only to add another finger. Two fingers, stretching her, nothing unfamiliar. She looked down. Alec was watching her intently. He gave her a smile of encouragement. When Calum withdrew, she took a breath.

More lube chilled her skin, making her jerk, even before Calum pressed the head of his shaft against her anus. Slick, but it still hurt as it pushed in. So big. Stretching and burning, and she shivered as he entered, so very slowly.

Too big. Not quite pain—she knew how to handle pain. This was more…primal. Having Calum take her was far more dominating than anything before, as if he‘d removed the last bit of control from her. He‘d left her nothing private, had made everything open to him. He has all the control; I have none. Somehow the realization was more erotic than anything she‘d ever felt before.

She felt Calum‘s hands stroked her back, petting her. "Breathe, cariad. Take all of me." He pushed deeper.

Her head bowed, as the discomfort grew. Her fingernails dug into Alec‘s shoulders, and she moaned, her mind filled with confusion, need, and pain.

Finally, she felt his groin press against her buttocks. He was in. "Are you all right, little cat?" Calum asked softly. His hands replaced Alec‘s on her hips. He moved in and out of her ever so slowly, his gentleness at odds with his implacable grip on her hips.

Totally unsure, she nodded anyway, feeling…taken. Vulnerable. Terrified—and excited—

by what they‘d do next. Her bottom burned, overwhelming any other sensation, and a tremor ran up her spine, knowing Calum was deep inside that dark place.

As she trembled, Alec moved his hands, holding her face between them gently. His dark green gaze was filled with heat, yet so caring that tears pricked her eyes.

"Brawd," Calum said, "why don‘t you give her something else to think about before you start?"

Alec smiled. "Good plan." The fingers of one hand tangled in her hair, holding her face close to his. His free hand moved between them, right to her pussy. One finger swirled in her wetness, then up to her clit, teasing the hood, the top, until the nub engorged, overcoming any other sensation.

Her hips tried to tilt forward, but she was secured in place by Calum‘s shaft deep inside her, by his restraining hands. She shook as her need built up inside. Her insides tightened, wanting to be fucked, but there was a cock in her ass, so foreign and wrong. "Oh, God, I can‘t take this."

Calum deep baritone held amusement. "You will, cariad.