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  He growled and pinned her to the back of the couch when she tried to run. “No.”

  He almost reconsidered when he looked into her eyes. Pools of emotion. Fear and disquiet and sorrow. But he knew he was responsible for that and suddenly his stubborn need for her to just come to him on her own didn’t seem so damned important. Did it matter so much how he got her as long as he had her?

  Fuck. Yes. Yes, it was that damned important, and he’d screwed it up before. He’d lashed out instead of explaining. But the past couldn’t be changed. The only thing he could do now was make the future better.

  “I’m not letting you go,” he whispered, lips just inches from hers, dying for a taste. He didn’t wait for her to answer before doing just that.

  She didn’t respond when his lips pressed against hers. Didn’t respond when he used his tongue to trace their outline. But when he used his teeth, when he closed them around her bottom lip, she shuddered and gasped, allowing him to thrust his tongue into her mouth. She tasted just as sweet as he remembered, felt just as hot. But her response was not the same untried timidity he remembered, and he repressed a savage surge of jealousy. Who the hell had taught her this woman’s response? Who had taught her about lust and demand?

  And then it didn’t matter. Her tongue was in his mouth, her fingers in his hair and digging against his scalp as she moaned her pleasure.

  Chapter Four

  Prudence and self-preservation demanded she stop, but it felt so good she couldn’t help herself. Caleb kissing her. Caleb pressed against her. Caleb’s throbbing erection leaving no doubt that, whether he liked it or not, he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  Letting the kiss, the contact, continue was probably a mistake she’d regret later, but for now, who cared? She hadn’t felt so alive in ages. Hadn’t felt this fire, this wanton desire in five long, cold years. Throwing caution out the window, she kissed him harder. She didn’t even worry that she might cause problems between Caleb and Zach. Zach was in the room. He hadn’t uttered one word of protest. She knew it would come, but she’d worry about remorse later. Much later.

  She got so lost in the heat between them she barely registered the couch dipping as Zach sat next to her, until Caleb moved just enough that Zach could slip his hand between them and cup her breast. The shock of another man touching her so intimately while the only one she’d ever really wanted was right there kissing her was enough to partially break the spell.

  She jerked her mouth from Caleb’s, opening her eyes to meet his gaze, but held immobile as Zach’s lips moved to suck the skin on her neck. She couldn’t contain a moan of pleasure, but not just at the other werewolf’s touches. She’d been ready to get up and run like hell when Zach joined in, but the look on Caleb’s face stopped her. He wasn’t hiding any of his desire now, and not even trying to tame his wolf. His eyes glowed with the eerie gold of half change.

  He rolled off her to her side, no longer caging her to the sofa with his body. Zach also moved. His hand and lips gone. She was surprised by the sense of loss. He wasn’t the one she wanted after all. Right? Caleb stretched a hand out to stroke her cheek, a caress she couldn’t help turning and rubbing her face against. Then he stood and held his hand out.

  “Last chance to say no, baby.” He made the offer but she got the feeling if she did say no, he’d spend the rest of the night trying to change her mind. He stopped her as she lifted her hand to place it in his. “Be sure you know what you’re getting into, Liza.”

  His gaze went to Zach’s and she turned her head to look at him. There was no denying the desire in his eyes, though he seemed in much better control of it than Caleb. That should have reassured her. She couldn’t handle two intense werewolves on the edge of control.

  At any other time, she’d have laughed at the situation. It was surreal. She knew plenty of werewolves who engaged in threesomes. Hell, there were several females in Redhawke who had two mates. It wasn’t uncommon at all. But she’d never expected to be in the middle of a ménage. She was just a little too inhibited for that. And damn, this was Caleb. He was more than enough for her.

  “Come on, baby,” he said softly. “Live a little. I promise no one will push you farther than you can handle.”

  It was an impossible offer to refuse, and meeting his gaze, she put her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet while ignoring another moment of misgiving when she looked into his eyes. He said he wouldn’t push her more than she could take, but one look in his eyes and she knew he lied. He didn’t have any intention of letting her hold anything back. He wanted her complete submission.

  The idea excited her more than it should. She should be worried about her heart surviving another desertion, but she’d decided to go through with this. It was her last chance to be with Caleb, and it was damned sure her only shot at experiencing a threesome.

  No one spoke as he led her down the hall, but he stopped her at the door. Behind him she could see a huge bed covered in a thick, rich-looking comforter. Her heart raced.

  “Liza?”

  She looked up at him, but didn’t say a word. She didn’t trust her voice, especially when he lifted both hands to cup her face. He looked too serious. This was just supposed to be a final fling.

  “Leave everything at the door, baby. The past. Your mission.” His thumbs stroked over her cheekbones, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt, the fluttering in her belly. “Your need for control stays out here too.”

  She’d been expecting that, but it was still hard to agree. She never would have dreamed of it with anyone else, but as angry as she sensed he still was with her, she knew he’d never hurt her. She nodded her acquiescence, and dropping his hands to his sides, he stepped aside to let her enter. She thought she understood why. He wanted her surrender, but he wanted it willingly. Wholeheartedly.

  She walked straight to the bed, sat down, and bent to unlace her boots before she could chicken out. When they were removed, both men crowded her. Big, strong, reeking of pheromones even she could smell in the still room. She squashed a burst of fear. Caleb wouldn’t allow her to be hurt. Overwhelmed maybe, but there was a line he wouldn’t allow crossed.

  He smiled at her, a smile filled with male satisfaction and triumph, bending to brush her lips with his. “So you do trust me.”

  “You were the one who never trusted me, Caleb,” she whispered, amazed at the breathy response. Only Caleb could bring that softness out of her. Only Caleb made her feel more like a woman than a soldier. Irritation crossed his face.

  “No past in here, remember?”

  She nodded. He was right. She didn’t want to taint this night with anything that had come before. She had every intention of enjoying herself.

  She leaned back, propping on her elbows, and smiled, pleased when she saw by his expression she’d achieved the sultry look she was going for.

  “So what next, oh lord and master,” she teased, thrilled with his grinning response. God, she’d missed him. He must have realized, as she did, there was no way they were keeping the past out of this room. He set his knees outside hers on the bed, leaning over her and laughing.

  “You have never shown the proper respect.”

  She shrugged one shoulder. “You’d be bored if I did.”

  “Mmm.” He bent his head to nuzzle her neck. “Probably.”

  She dug her hands into his hair and bowed her body, trying to press against him. She wanted all that hard male heat against her. Skin to skin. She let go of his head and grabbed the bottom edge of his shirt, tugging until he sat up long enough to toss it aside. Then he went to work on hers. The sweater was gone in seconds, followed by her bra. He stared at her breasts a moment before diving in, sucking her nipple into his mouth hard enough to make her cry out at the pleasure.

  She wasn’t sure she’d survive it and in desperation looked around the room for something to focus on. Her gaze landed on Zach. He’d stripped down and stood at the end of the bed watching them, an avaricious look on his face
as his hand pumped his cock. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips as a drop of precum pearled on its head. He smiled.

  “Do I get to join in the fun?”

  Caleb released her nipple after one last hard pull and turned to look at his friend. She brushed the hair out of his eyes, a little unnerved at what she saw there. Something dark and dangerous. Feral and possessive. Zach just waited patiently, waiting for Caleb’s decision, obviously ready to accept whatever it was, and eventually Caleb nodded.

  He stood and removed his clothes while Zach climbed onto the bed next to her and lay on his back. His hand went right back to his cock and she couldn’t help following the motion with her gaze. Caleb’s bare chest brushed up behind her, and he reached around to cup her breasts. His fingers flicked over her nipples and returned to squeeze when she moaned and rocked into his hands. Still, she couldn’t remove her eyes from Zach and his big hand wrapped around his bigger cock. Who knew a man pleasuring himself would be such a turn-on?

  “Do you want to taste him?” Caleb whispered against her ear as one of his hands abandoned her breast and slid down her body, through the curls covering her sex to dip inside her. Groaning, she moved against him, trying to force his finger deeper while nodding. “Yes? You want a taste?”

  He pushed a second finger inside her. “Answer me, Liza.”

  “Yes.” Both fingers thrust together. Hard. Deep. “Yes!”

  And then his hand was gone. She wanted to weep at the loss. “Then do it, baby.”

  She looked at the man waiting for her. Was she really doing this? Could she with Caleb sitting there watching?

  “Think of the pleasure,” he said softly coaxed. “I want to see you take him in your mouth.”

  Startled, she met Caleb’s gaze, surprised to see he was telling the truth. She shifted to move between Zach’s legs, but Caleb stopped her, situated her so that her legs straddled Zach’s shoulders, her pussy hovered just over his mouth. Then he moved to the other end so he could see her face, and she got it. He wanted to watch her come, wanted to watch her pleasure his lover.

  Wrapping one hand around Zach’s cock, she slowly lowered her mouth to the head, holding Caleb’s eyes as she did. When she licked the weeping slit, Zach gripped her hips and pulled her pussy closer to his mouth, blowing a hot breath over her. Even expecting it, she was so surprised at the almost contact she froze.

  “Shh,” Caleb said while moving to her side. He lifted her hair to nuzzle her neck while one hand found a hard aching nipple. “Relax and enjoy it, baby. Take what we give you.” The last was said so commandingly that she gave in and let herself just feel.

  “That’s it. Now suck his cock.”

  She liked the way Zach tasted. Masculine and salty and wild. She pulled the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it like a lollipop before releasing him to explore his shaft. Licking up one side and down another, she found every swollen vein, every tiny ridge and pleasure point. It wasn’t until he moaned, driving into her hand, that she took him back into her mouth. When she did, he pulled her pussy to his mouth, his tongue pushing inside her. Her eyes slid closed.

  “No. Eyes on me, baby,” Caleb ordered. “Don’t come until you have permission.”

  Gods, was he serious? Of course he was. His eyes were dark and demanding, skin drawn tight over his face. How could she have forgotten this part? He’d demanded submission and she’d given it. Willingly. With abandon.

  Zach withdrew his tongue from her pussy and flicked it over her clit, which made sensation shoot through her body. She froze, muscles locking as she struggled not to come, struggled to keep her eyes open and on Caleb. Her whimper was muffled by the cock in her mouth.

  “Very nice, baby.” There was approval in his voice.

  His hands stroked her side before moving between her body and Zach’s. He found her nipple and squeezed, rocketing her back to the verge of orgasm. She gasped when he twisted, his hand on her back the only thing keeping her from releasing Zach.

  “Zach.”

  She wanted to weep when Zach turned his head, stopping the ministrations on her clit.

  “Let’s see how much pain my little mate can take.”

  Pain? Did he say mate? She must be having aural hallucinations. He’d never take her as his mate.

  “Mmm,” Zach hummed, his fingers slowly stroking in and out of her cunt. “Let’s see.”

  Caleb rolled off the side of the bed, and she started to lift her head, but he sent her a commanding look that twisted up her insides and sent electricity arcing through her system.

  “Mouth on his cock. Eyes on me,” he ordered. Why the hell did she comply?

  Oh yeah. The way he made her feel. Not just her body, but in her soul. She could let go with Caleb. Like this. She knew he’d catch her if she fell. Under any other circumstance, the idea would make her frown. Here, sexually, she could count on him to take care of her. But in the rest of her life, he couldn’t give her what she really needed. She didn’t think there was a man out there that could. One who was confident enough to handle her public life and was strong enough to take her over in the bedroom. Such a man didn’t exist.

  She’d kept her eyes on him, but she was distracted as he rummaged through a drawer until he turned back to face her, a chain clinking as it dangled from his fingers. Her inner muscles spasmed, and Zach growled a protest as her fist tightened on his cock. She consciously loosened her grip.

  “I think she likes the idea,” Zach said.

  “She does,” Caleb replied, walking toward her, unscrewing one nipple clamp as he approached. Damn him. She choked back a sob. She didn’t want to give him that much of herself, but he was going to leave her nothing. No secrets. No boundaries.

  He sat next to her and with a hand on her shoulder nudged her up. “Just for a minute, baby.”

  He met her scrutiny, and she was afraid those dark, intense eyes saw straight to her soul. “Do you trust me?”

  Here it was. Her chance to bring this scene down a notch, to protect her heart in the process. Or try to. She was realizing there was no way in hell she was walking out of this room in full possession of it.

  “Liza.” He paused until she focused on him again. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”

  He gripped her chin with his fingers before she could answer. “No hiding, baby,” he said softly. “I want everything.”

  And God help her, she wanted to give it. She took a deep breath and nodded her head. He didn’t wait for verbal permission, moving quickly and efficiently to attach the first clamp. The stinging built as he tightened the screw. He stopped just when the pain became too much, before she could protest, and then he did the same with the other clamp. The chain was heavy between her breasts, and after a couple deep breaths, the pain began to recede. Then he pushed on her lower back, urging her to lean forward.

  “Now. I believe you have a task to complete.”

  A task. She would have snickered but her clamped nipples brushed against Zach’s belly. Pain and pleasure mingled and she tried to ignore it as she took his cock back into her mouth. His tongue returned to push into her pussy while his fingers rubbed her clit. Her body grew more frantic with each stroke, and she sucked him harder, knowing Caleb wanted her to hold back, wanted Zach to come before she did.

  She tried to ignore what he was doing to her, ignore the pleasure/pain in her nipples and concentrated on him, on his cock, thrilled when she felt his desperation rise. She had one hand around the base of his shaft and used the other to support herself. His thigh tensed under her hand, muscles bunching, and she knew he was close to losing control. She sucked him harder, faster, and in seconds, his hips were rising to meet her. His hands gripped her ass, hard enough that she knew she’d have bruises, and with a loud groan, he froze, his cock deep in her throat as he came. She barely got a taste of it before Caleb lifted her off the bed.

  Chapter Five

  Caleb pressed her front to the wall and plunged into her from behind with a
growl. “Now you can come, baby.”

  And she did, with a low cry, her pussy milking his cock as he pumped into her. He’d forgotten how good that felt. How good her surrender felt. There was no way he was ever letting her go again.

  His spine tingled and he slowed his thrusts. He wasn’t ready to come yet. Wanted, needed, her to come apart for him again. Better to use a bed for that, or at least turn her around, but his wolf side was riding him hard. It wanted to dominate its mate. Wanted to mark her. Brand her. He was in complete agreement and his incisors lengthened.

  With his hands gripping her hips, holding her still, he moved in slow, lazy movements, his teeth gently scraping the skin on the vulnerable column of her neck. Her breath quickened. She let her head fall back to rest against his chest completely exposing her neck to his bite. The ultimate show of submission. He rewarded her with a hard slam, moving one hand to the chain that hung between her breasts. When he tugged it, she held her breath and froze, her pussy clamping around him as she came again. He didn’t wait for her shudders to subside, didn’t wait for her brain to reengage.

  He hammered into her hard, with a fast driving rhythm, and he was coming in seconds, biting down on her neck. When he tasted her blood, he drew back, knowing that mark would never go away. Never fade. She was his now.

  Sometime while he’d been inside her, Zach had left the room. Good. He wanted some time alone with her. Sometime soon, Zach would insist on the same thing. Caleb lifted her easily and carried her to the bed. Her expression was open, vulnerable, and dazed. He was hard again in a second. This time he entered her slowly, face-to-face and horizontal.

  Neither of them spoke, but he could see the questions in her eyes. He wasn’t ready to answer them and was pretty sure she wasn’t ready to hear his answers. Watching her closely, he removed the first nipple clamp. Pain flashed across her face and she gasped. He took the sore point into his mouth, rolled his tongue over it until her breathing evened. Then he did the same with the other one.