Naughty Temptations

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Carson tossed the keys to Camden. “You drive.”

“Oh, hell no.” Camden tossed the keys back. “As much as I want to drive Marilyn, I plan to be highly distracted during this trip.”

Carson cursed beneath his breath. Cam just chuckled and opened the passenger door, sliding in quickly behind me. I glanced at the backseat but the trip wouldn’t be long enough to put it to good use.

“C’mere, Pussycat,” Cam growled.

Oh God, the hungry look in those sparkling jade eyes was anything but playful as I turned to him, putting one knee between his thighs, straddling his muscular leg. He slid a hand behind my neck, threading his fingers in my hair. The other hand glided over my hip and down to my ass to cover one cheek. With a forceful tug, he pulled my body against his. A purr rumbled up his chest and vibrated through my breasts, which felt heavy, aching for his touch.

“I want to devour you.” Cam’s soft lips brushed over mine, followed by a sweep of his tongue. Opening for him, I took his tongue into my mouth, drinking him in, consumed by greedy need for him. Our tongues slid together, stroking and twirling, tempting and tasting, taking and giving. He withdrew and I followed into his mouth, reveling in his sweet flavor. The taste of my mate.

There was nothing tender or gentle in the kiss. It was blistering, naked, carnal. Needs held in check too long erupted. Lips clashed, teeth gnashed, tongues battled for supremacy, each taking what they needed and demanding more. I held on tight, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other in his hair, keeping him close.

The hand on my ass gave a squeeze before Camden started slowly dragging my dress up my thighs. When the hem rested at the bottom curve of my ass, his fingers dipped lower, sliding along my soaked panties.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned against my lips.

A car horn blared, Carson cursed and the Cadillac swerved, bringing back awareness of where we were. But I was too far gone to stop. I needed him to touch me more than I needed my next breath. “Yesss. Cam, please.”

He moaned as he traced my swollen folds through the thin, damp material. When he reached my pulsing c******s, he raked the edge of a fingernail over the bundle of nerves. I gasped and he took the sound into his mouth, never breaking our heady kiss.

Fire licked through my veins, burning me up as his devilish fingers stroked and rubbed me. My hips started moving of their own volition, riding his fingers. I wanted him to push my panties to the side and touch me, flesh on flesh, but lacked the breath to say the words. Not that it mattered. Pressure built in my pelvis and every muscle went taut as my body prepared for the orgasm headed for me faster than a runaway train.

The car rocked to a stop and I was ripped out of Camden’s arms. My body slammed into Carson with enough force to drive the breath from my lungs.

“You are so f*****g hot. It’s my turn for a taste.”

His lips crashed down on mine, tongue probing, tasting, drawing me into a wild, untamed passion. My knee clunked against the seatbelt and the steering wheel pressed painfully into my side.

“Ow,” I mumbled.

Camden tried to squeeze in with us, hit his head on the roof and cursed. “Not enough room.”

Next thing I knew, the driver’s door flew open and Cam was extricating me from Carson’s grasp. He carried me up the porch steps and I handed the keys over to Carson. No sooner had the door slammed shut behind us than Cam lowered me down his body and seized my mouth in a kiss of total alpha male dominance, staking an unspoken claim. He walked backward, moving slowly down the hallway toward my bedroom.

Warm fingers skated down my spine to where lace began just above the curve of my ass.

“Zipper?” Carson asked.

I shook my head.

He moaned and traced the scooped edge of the dress up to my shoulders. Slipping his fingers beneath the lace, he pushed the material over my shoulders and down my arms. As the three of us continued to move down the hall, my dress slid over my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of the lace then kicked my heels off one at a time.

“Damn, Pussycat. You are f*****g gorgeous.”

Carson’s praise made my heart beat faster. I wanted them naked too. Raking my nails up Camden’s chest, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders then stepped over the discarded leather and reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up. Our lips parted only long enough for him to help pull the shirt over his head.

Fighting with his belt, I growled low in my throat and both men moaned.

“That’s right. Show us those claws.”

Feeling aggressive in my need, I took Camden at his words and held nothing back; tearing at material until I had his jeans shoved down his hips and his thick c**k sprang free. He’d gone commando. Nice.

Without a shred of inhibition, I took his warm length in my hand and stroked from base to tip, thrilled by his sharp hiss. Pre-c*m beaded on the head and I licked my lips. Need drove me to my knees. I had to taste him. Swiping my tongue over the plump head, I hummed in appreciation of his salty-sweet flavor. But I wanted them both.

Glancing to the side, I found Carson leaning against the wall, tugging off first his shoes then his pants. Once he straightened, I took hold of his c**k and watched his heated expression as I stroked him.

“Come here. I want to taste both of you.”

From under my lashes, I gazed up at the glorious sight of the twins standing side by side, a wall of sculpted, raw masculinity. Carson’s long, thick c**k hung slightly downward due to its heavy weight. Camden’s c**k was marginally shorter but wider in girth and also hung low. Both steely shafts were roped with thick veins that throbbed, and the plum-shaped heads were engorged with blood. And all for me. “Wow, I am one very lucky female.”

Leaning forward, I kissed the tip of Carson’s c**k then drew him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his length while stroking Camden in a matching rhythm. Salty-sweet with a kick of spice. Delicious. A purr of pure ecstasy rumbled up my throat.

Carson groaned. “f**k yeah, hellcat. Suck hard.”

His fingers tangled in my hair, not tugging or guiding my motions but grounding us both.

Camden smoothed a palm over my hair and caressed my cheek. “Our mate,” he crooned. “I can’t believe we finally found you.”

I still had trouble wrapping my mind around the fact they were both mine. My incredible mates. Well, not officially mine yet but we had all the time in the world to make this binding.

Alternating between my males, I stroked and sucked, loving the combined taste of them on my tongue. Carson surrendered first, his body tensing, fingers tightening in my hair as his c**k swelled in my mouth. I drank down every drop and licked him clean before finishing off Camden.

Carson’s emerald eyes blazed with feral need as he picked me up, cradled me against his chest and kissed me senseless. He laid me down on the bed and Camden growled, “Our turn.”

“The scent of your cream…” Carson moaned.

“Is driving us crazy,” Camden added.

“Just like you drove us crazy all night in that sexy little dress.”

After climbing up on the foot of the bed, the males crawled toward me, taking their time to kiss, lick and nip my calves, the backs of my knees and my inner thighs. Camden lay across my belly and leaned over to stare at my p***y while Carson stretched out between my legs, lifting each and placing them over his shoulders. He cupped my ass in his hands and tilted my pelvis upward.

“Damn, Pussycat. Beautiful,” Carson growled.

“Love that you’re waxed,” Camden purred in agreement. “So f*****g sexy.” He licked my clit then captured the tiny nub between his teeth while Carson started f*****g his tongue into my p***y.

A pair of fingers separated the delicate folds of my s*x, opening me to both males who took great pleasure in tasting my arousal. Carson pushed my legs wider apart, giving his tongue greater freedom to explore, and both men moaned their enjoyment.

Clawing at the sheets, I fought just to breathe through the incredible sensations of having two males devouring me at the same time. Wet slurping, sucking sounds joined the moans as they hungrily lapped up my cream. The dual sensations were driving me out of my mind with ecstasy.

They established a synchronized rhythm intended to push me over the edge. My clit was sucked as a tongue thrust into my opening. My clit was licked as the other tongue withdrew. Suck, thrust, lick and withdraw. Every once in a while, Cam’s teeth nipped at the flesh surrounding my clit. Again and again they repeated the maddening pattern until my head thrashed from side to side and I screamed with mindless euphoria.

Every muscle tightened and my body convulsed as orgasm took me over. The carnal assault never slowed, keeping me at a fever pitch, riding one cresting wave after another. No sooner had the fierce rush of one orgasm subsided than my males built me up again, sending me hurtling into another surge of release.

A combination of fear and excitement raced through me. I’d orgasmed under their talented oral assault, without a barb coming into play, which meant there was more than chemistry and attraction involved. Camden and Carson were mine. Not just males I wanted but my true mates. The realization left me breathless and quivering. Was I ready for not just one but two true mates?

Flickering aftershocks racked my body as the men soothed me with gentle kisses and caresses. Something touched my forehead and I blinked, staring up into a blurry version of Camden’s smiling face, his forehead pressed to mine.

“God, Lorelei. So good. I’m already addicted to your taste.” He brushed a soft kiss over my lips and pulled back a little, his expression turning serious. “In the restaurant you said that you want to try DP. Were you teasing us?”

“No,” I breathed. I may not have been sure about having two mates but I was positive about having them both f**k me. “Not teasing. I want it. Both of you, inside me, together.”

Carson growled and his face appeared next to Cam’s. “You’re sure?”

I nodded. “Yes, just no biting.”

Disappointment briefly flickered in Carson’s eyes. “Have you ever taken a c**k in that beautiful ass, Pussycat?”

“Uh…no. Just toys.”

Both men moaned.

“f**k,” Carson swore. “I want to watch you use your toys. But not now. I’m going to die if I don’t get balls-deep inside you soon.”

My heart flip-flopped in my chest. I was already falling for the twins. Reaching up, I cupped their handsome faces and met both intense green stares. “Lube’s in the nightstand drawer. f**k me, please. But no biting yet,” I warned again.

Cam lay down next to me and Carson helped position me over his brother on my hands and knees. Talking Cam’s shaft in my hand, I rubbed the head over my slit a few times before slowly sinking down on him.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “So thick. So full.”

Carson grabbed the lube and moved in behind me. Placing one hand between my shoulder blades, he gently pushed my upper body down. My breasts flattened against Cam’s chest as I slowly rocked my pelvis, loving the feeling of being filled by him.

Knowing what was coming, I lifted enough to get a hand between us and stroked my clit while Carson spread me wide then took his time lubing and stretching my ass with his fingers. By the time he drew back I was begging and desperate for him.

When his cockhead pressed against my back entrance, I gasped and tensed.

“Easy, Pussycat,” he crooned. “Nice and easy.”

Camden reached between us and rubbed my clit, which made my ass flutter and relax, allowing Carson inside. He moved with deliberate care, pushing a little deeper with each forward thrust. By the time he sank in all the way, I muttered incoherently and fought their hold, desperate for movement.

“Full. So full,” I rasped, amazed that both of them were actually in me at once. The feelings were so intense, powerful. Overwhelming.

“Are you okay?” Cam asked. “Open your eyes, Lorelei.” When I didn’t comply he went alpha male and made it a demand I could not disobey.

I blinked several times, unable to focus, and was barely able to croak out, “Can’t… Oh God… So good. Don’t… Stop. Don’t you dare stop.” Then I growled in a rather scary voice, “f**k me. Hard!”

After that all I knew was earth-shattering bliss beyond my comprehension. A fluttering started deep inside my p***y as Camden pulled back and Carson drove forward. On the next stroke, I was lost as Camden’s barb extended, the projections stroking my sweet spot like a thousand tiny vibrators. Carson’s barb brushed the hypersensitive nerve endings in my ass and I screamed.

With each thrust the sensations intensified from tingling to an electrified current that connected us and drove me out of my mind with pleasure. As they pumped their heated release into me my mind and body went into euphoric ecstasy overload and I lost consciousness.

*****

The cell phone’s incessant ringing from the nightstand dragged me from the depths of peaceful sleep. Groping blindly for the annoying device, I slid a finger over the screen. “If this is not the Prize Patrol calling to tell me I won the Publisher’s Clearing House sweepstakes you’d better start running because I will hunt you down—”

“Shut up and listen, Lorelei,” Haidee shrieked in a tone that made my chest go tight with worry. “Did you mate the twins?”

“That’s none of your bus—”

“Did. You. Mate. Them?”

Sister or not, she had to die. A slow, painful death. Soon. “Again—”

“I’m not playing, Lorelei. Did they mark you?”

Screw it, if an answer would make Haidee go away then so be it. “Not yet.”

She sighed heavily. “Thank God!” She proceeded to prattle on a bunch of nonsense I barely listened to. “Adriane’s cousin’s sister’s best friend knows them and, well…” Another heavy sigh, “I hate to tell you this but they’re already mated.”

Okay, that did it. I was now fully awake and vertical, pacing my bedroom. A quick look around told me the guys were gone. I vaguely remembered them kissing me and saying something about going to see the Bel Air. Walking to the kitchen naked, I popped an espresso pod in the coffee maker, slammed a mug in place and hit the brew button.

“What do you mean they’re already mated? To who? Did you get the info from a reliable source?” My mind spun as the threat of betrayal squeezed my heart.

“They are mated to a tigress named Laila. And yes, Adriane is a reliable source. She wouldn’t bullshit about something this important.”

I couldn’t handle anything without a major caffeine upload first. Haidee knew me well enough that she understood when I growled, “Coffee,” and disconnected the call.

After several cups of Jamaica’s finest and a hot shower, I sat down to calmly consider everything. Someone’s cousin’s sister’s friend claimed my guys were already mated to a tigress. The fact this was uncorroborated fifth-hand hearsay didn’t prove anything. My brain insisted on caution and seeking proof while my stupid heart claimed the males I’d fallen for wouldn’t deceive me.

The best way to learn the truth would be to follow through with our plans. Pack a bag and let them take me to Houston, to their home. If they were mated there would be signs or someone close to them would spill the details. Either way, going to Houston was my best chance of figuring things out.