Siren in Bloom

Chapter Nine

Shelley walked into Leo’s condo feeling like a zombie. Her feet shuffled in, but it was an instinctive thing with no real purpose behind it. Since that moment when she’d realized someone was after her, she’d simply followed Wolf’s instructions. Wolf had been something real and tangible to hold on to. His big hands had gripped her, holding her to reality. His strong arms had protected her. He’d covered her with his body, willing to take any bullet that came her way.

He’d killed two men for her.

She couldn’t help it. She was in love with Wolf Meyer. And yet Leo still held a piece of her heart.

Wolf turned, smiling. He’d been a rock for the last several hours. He’d been the rock she’d clung to. He’d never faltered. He’d simply held her and patiently dealt with her, never once making her feel weird for her anxiety. He’d handled the police with charm and aplomb. She was pretty sure the officers who had taken his statement either wanted to be him or do him. They had stated plainly that they admired him.

Wolf could take care of himself. He could take care of her.

“You can take my room, sweetheart. I’ll be right out here all night long.” He gestured toward the couch.

“Ben and Chase should be here soon,” Leo said as he shut the door behind him. “I sent them out to check out your place and bring you back some clothes.”

She was pretty sure they wouldn’t bring back underwear. She would be lucky to get a bra when two Doms were packing for her.

She looked around. She’d never once been invited into Leo’s condo, but it was everything she’d expected. Cool, lovely, a little Spartan. It reminded her of the man himself. The whole condo had been done in neutral shades. She would have liked a little pop of color herself, but it was nice.

And the sofa wouldn’t hold Wolf. His knees would be drawn up all night long.

What was she waiting for? She wanted to sleep with Wolf. The only thing that was holding her back was the fact that Leo was in the room.

“How about a Scotch? I could use one.” Leo strode to the kitchen.

“Are you really okay?” Wolf looked down at her, his sensual mouth so close it had her heart pounding.

She let her hands drift to his waist. “Someone wants to kill me.”

Saying it helped. It made it real. It made it something she could look at and fight. She wasn’t going to lie down. She wasn’t going to accept this fate.

“We’re going to take care of it, sweetheart,” Wolf promised. “Me and Leo. We won’t let you down. We fight a lot, but when we want to, we make a really good team. I promise I won’t let them near you.”

He wouldn’t. He would fight, and from what she’d seen tonight, he would win. He’d been miraculous. His body had moved like that gun was a part of it. One moment he’d been smiling and happy and talking about margaritas, and the next he’d been a killing machine with one thought—to protect her.

And she found that infinitely sexy.

Shelley was well aware that her sudden sex drive had a lot to do with adrenaline and emotion. She shouldn’t push it. She should let everything settle. It’s what Leo would tell her to do. He would tell her to take a step back because she could be making a horrible mistake by rushing in when she should take it slow.

“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.” She’d spent her whole damn life doing the “right” thing. Or maybe that was the wrong way of thinking about it. She’d done the most acceptable thing, the logical thing. But this, being here with Wolf, this felt like the right thing.

The only thing that would be missing was Leo, but she’d given that up.

Wolf’s face went blank. “Sweetheart, if you climb in bed with me…” He stopped and took a long breath, obviously coming to some sort of decision. “All right. If this will make you feel better, I can do it. Why don’t you go and take a shower? I’ll find you something to wear. And me. Crap. I don’t exactly do pajamas.”

He turned away from her, his shoulders squared as he looked out the window. The lights from the Omni Hotel sparkled, changing from blue to red and green. “It’ll be fine.”

He thought he wasn’t getting any. God, he was so damn sweet. Under that big, badass exterior there was the heart of a teddy bear. Granted, he was a teddy bear with some nasty teeth, but he was so tender with her that she couldn’t hold herself back. Leo had called to her in a different way. Her attraction to Leo had been immediate and visceral, but with Wolf it had been a long, slow dance of words and distance that led to a sweet lust.

And her new man had some very specific kinks. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Shelley fell to her knees, her head down in the submissive position she’d seen Dani and the other subs in so often. She spread her knees, wincing a little at the scrapes on her legs. Leo had insisted on calling paramedics to make sure she hadn’t been brain damaged by Wolf’s protective roll. The paramedic had cleaned and bandaged a couple of places and made some statement about how lucky she had been to not get torn up more given her lack of clothing.

Wolf kept talking about all the things he would need to do before he was ready for bed.

“I should wait up for Ben and Chase. We were lucky the police chief was here or we probably would have spent the whole damn night at the station. And it was lucky there were so many witnesses.”

She kept her head down but smiled. Did he really think she hadn’t noticed that several upstanding members of The Club had managed to see the whole incident when she was really damn sure no one had been outside? Julian was very good at creating a perfect case for self-defense.

She really wouldn’t want to be on Julian’s bad side.

“Of course, we’ll still have to do some follow-up with the police.”

She wasn’t sure who Wolf was talking to anymore. And the position wasn’t one she was used to. When was he going to turn back and look at her?

“Your back isn’t straight enough. Bring your spine up. Like there’s an invisible string pulling you up.”

She sighed a little. God, she’d dreamed of that voice. Leo. Leo was telling her what to do. She glanced up and saw him in the reflection of the glass in his windows. He stood behind her, his eyes focused on her back. Wolf turned suddenly, and he stared for a moment.

Shelley straightened her spine.

“Eyes down, love,” Wolf said, his voice going dark. Gone was the nervous chat of before, and in its place was a deep command.

“She needs to spread her legs.” Leo’s voice was tense.

She kept her head down but couldn’t help but glance up to see Wolf’s lips curve in a small smile.

“You should tell her that,” Wolf said. “I’m sure you can explain it well. You always have had a way with words.”

“She’s not my sub. Damn it, Wolf.”

She could hear the tension in Leo’s voice. What exactly was Wolf doing?

“You’re a trainer. We’re a new D/s couple. This is what you do,” Wolf stated with a calm his brother didn’t possess right now.

Her heart was starting to race. If she wasn’t so damn sure of Wolf’s innate kindness, she would wonder if he was trying to torture his brother. But Wolf wouldn’t do that. She knew it deep down. Was he inviting Leo in?

Was he asking Leo to join them? And what would she do if Leo said yes?

Leo walked forward. “Wolf, you’ve been doing this for years. You know what to do. I should just leave the two of you alone.”

Wolf laughed a little. “After tonight, I’m pretty sure all the rules I understood are moot. I need to learn all of The Club’s rules. And you’re my brother. You’ve taught me all my life. Who better to instruct us both?”

“You’re a fucker, Wolfgang.”

“Back at you, Leonardo.”

Shelley couldn’t help it. Her head came up in a heartbeat. “Wolfgang? Leonardo? Seriously?”

Leo frowned her way. “Eyes down, pet, or I will spank you despite the fact that my brother covered you in bruises tonight. We have to talk about your protection methods, Wolf.”

She looked back down, but she couldn’t control her heartbeat. Leo didn’t sound like a man who was about to walk away. He sounded more comfortable. More in control.

“Well, she isn’t dead. I was calling it a win,” Wolf shot back.

Shelley felt a hand reach for hers. Leo brought her arm up, and he showed off a tiny cut she’d received as Wolf had rolled her onto the street in his successful attempt to keep her away from a bullet. “What do you call this?”

Shelley called it a teeny tiny little wound that had already scabbed over.

“Collateral damage,” Wolf replied.

“You have to be more careful with her,” Leo insisted.

“He was dodging a couple of bullets at the time.” Shelley felt a need to defend her savior. “But, you know, the whole ‘getting saved’ thing would have been easier if I was allowed to wear panties.”

Leo looked down at her, his blue eyes icy. His Dom look. That look went straight to her pussy. “Your response is not required, pet. And panties would not have helped you. Now, get yourself back in the proper position, or I will tie your hands behind your back, put a spreader bar between your knees, and clamp those lovely tits. And then Wolf and I will have a very long conversation.”

Nope. Her response was not required. She put her head back down. She caught sight of Wolf’s little grin before he took on his steely look again.

“Leo, I promise next time I’ll be more careful.”

She winced. There probably would be a next time. Damn it. Someone wanted her dead. She had no idea who it was or when they would try again. It struck her forcefully that this moment was all she could count on. Her father had died suddenly, her mother a long, slow slide. And Bryce. Bryce hadn’t known what was coming for him. He’d been alive one minute and a corpse the next, his expression barely changing as he moved from the living to the dead.

She wanted to live and not just to move through what some people would call a life. She wanted to really be alive. And she wanted the Meyer brothers. She might not be able to keep them for long, but she would take whatever small moments she could get. She would take them and hold them close and dive into each memory when she was alone again.

And she would always know that for a brief time, she had been alive.

“Sweetheart?” Wolf got to one knee, his hand coming out to tilt her chin up. His face showed his deep concern. He brushed away tears she hadn’t known she was shedding. “Come on, I’ll put you in bed. You’ve had a rough day.”

She looked up at him and glanced back at Leo. Leo had his arms crossed over his chest.

“Go on, Shelley. Get some rest.” No more “pet” from Leo.

They didn’t understand. “No. I don’t want rest. I need this. I need you. Both of you.”

The room got very still.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Leo said, making her heart ache.

“You do what you have to, brother. But if she needs something, I’ll find a way to give it to her eventually,” Wolf said, leaning over to brush his lips against hers. His eyes focused on her. “You’re sure? I’ll wait.”

“I don’t want to wait. I’ve waited forever, Wolf. If Leo won’t play with us, then I’ll be fine. I’m sure you can find a way to fill me up, Sir.”

His smile nearly lit up the room. “I can, love. Now take off your clothes and resume your proper position. I want to play.”

She got to her feet, shaking but not with fear. Desire coursed through her body. And Leo hadn’t left the room. She was deeply aware of his presence, like a reluctant lion who hadn’t decided whether or not to pounce yet. She pulled her top over her head, her nipples immediately puckering as the cool air hit her skin. Wolf held a hand out, taking her shirt and placing it aside.

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 little 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 little 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 really 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.”

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

“I don’t know, 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, love? 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, Wolf,” 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 a little 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 deeply calming.”

God, she would be his little pet in those moments.

“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.” He 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, Shelley?” Leo asked. “I want to make sure you’re safe 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.

Shelley 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 little 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 big 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, Wolf. I haven’t touched her. Not like that. Just a kiss.”

“Then you have to be starving for it, man. 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, brother. I can already smell her.”

“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?”

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

He leaned over and rubbed his nose over 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 Leo heard Wolf growl.

“You stay still,” Wolf 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 little 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, Shelley. 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 little kiss on her clit. Plump and swollen, the little jewel practically pulsed under his attention. “Or you can be a good little 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 little 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 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 just 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 cunt. 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 little 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 Leo 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 to Leo, 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 really 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 a little 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 a little 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. That hurt.

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.”

“How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re doing that?” Shelley whimpered as Leo pulled her down so she was almost sitting on his face. He pulled her cheeks apart and started to rim her asshole. He couldn’t see it, but he knew it would be tight and rosy pink. He worked his pinky finger over and around and around, pressing in lightly as he tongued her pussy.

He smacked her ass with his free hand. “You will if you want me to continue, pet. You’ll make Wolf howl.”

“Yes, Leo.” She breathed the words out. She leaned over, bringing her pussy onto his mouth.

Leo latched on, suckling her clit, letting her taste fill his mouth once more. He had to concentrate. It would be so easy to lose himself in her cunt, his tongue thrusting up, fucking her like his cock would take her. He could suspend himself in the moment, never needing to leave. But he needed to get her ready.

He nosed her clit.

“Don’t you stop sucking me.” Wolf had lost any semblance of playful lover. His brother’s voice had gone to that hard Dom place Leo knew so well. “I’ll pull you off him if you stop.”

Leo sort of wished he could see her. God, when had that happened? He actually wanted to watch her suck his brother’s cock. She would be beautiful, her tongue lavishing affection. Leo could sit back and enjoy the view and know it would be his turn next.

He pressed his finger in, the tight ring of her anus finally giving way. He stretched her, massaging the hole until he got in to his first knuckle. Shelley’s body moved in a staccato rhythm as his brother seemed to get damn serious about fucking her mouth. Leo rode the wave, his tongue worrying her clit, his finger fucking her ass in earnest now.

Her little whimpers and moans let Leo know he was hitting all the right spots. He sucked her clit between his teeth just as he heard Wolf hiss and groan.

“Fuck, baby, take it all. Swallow it all down. Oh, god, Leo, whatever the fuck you’re doing, don’t stop. She’s killing me,” Wolf said, his pace becoming ragged.

Arousal coated Leo’s tongue. Shelley’s hips pumped, thrashing against his tongue, shoving back as though she wanted way more than a finger in her ass. She was going a little wild and he liked it. Later, he would bind her so fully that she couldn’t move, couldn’t fight anything they wanted to do to her. She would be trussed up and waiting for his pleasure. She would be gorgeous with her hands and legs tied, her ankles in a spreader and her breasts bound, forced to stand up and wait for her Masters’ torture. He and Wolf could clamp those tits and get her ass rosy and ready for a long, hard fuck.

Shelley moaned. Wolf must have freed her because her groan filled the room. Leo pressed his finger in and circled her ass as he gently bit her clit, and she went off, wailing and pleading.

Leo’s cock felt like it was going to explode for the second time that night. He’d come in his leathers like an untried boy when he’d watched Wolf get her off earlier. It was about to happen again, but she softened, coming down from the high of the orgasm, little kitten cries coming out of her mouth.

Leo pulled his finger out. She’d need a plug. He would find one in The Club’s treasure trove of sex toys. He would select one and clean it and prepare it and…hand it over to Wolf because she was Wolf’s sub.

He nearly protested when Wolf lifted her off his face. He licked his lips, wanting to get every bit of her.

“Hey, brother, grab some condoms, will you? Let’s take this to an actual bed. I think she’ll be more comfortable.” Wolf held her in his arms. She looked sweet and so damn submissive against Wolf’s massive chest.

Leo pushed himself up off the floor. She was so fucking beautiful with her dark hair hanging in a waterfall, brushing the tops of her flushed breasts.

He was a total fool. He’d had all he was going to get, and he didn’t blame Wolf for carrying off the prize. Wolf turned and headed for the guest bedroom.

It rankled a bit that his brother had asked him to play the sexual equivalent of a water boy, but after everything Wolf had given him, he would honor his brother’s request. He reached into Wolf’s leather bag and searched for the condoms he was sure to find there.

His brother hadn’t brought much with him. A couple of pairs of jeans and some shirts. Socks. A tablet reader. And a picture. Leo felt his heart clench a little. It was a picture of him and Wolf but not as anyone would know them today. They had been kids. He had been twelve and his brother seven. They stood in front of their ramshackle cabin, the mountains in the background. It had been high summer, and Leo could still feel the sunshine on his face. He stared at the camera, his arm around his brother, but Wolf looked up at him. He stared up at his big brother, adoration plain on his face.

He’d pushed Wolf away for years, and yet his brother still came looking for him.

Leo shoved the feelings down and grabbed the box of condoms. He walked into the room. He would stay and watch. He would work with his brother to bring Shelley as much pleasure as possible. He swore he would stand by and watch with a smile on his fucking face because he wanted more than anything in the world for these two people to be happy.

They were his family, and just because there was something deeply broken inside him didn’t mean he didn’t love them.

He would watch as Wolf made Shelley his. Maybe it would help him accept the fact that Wolf was better for her.

Wolf kissed her, his body covering hers, his hands everywhere. He rolled off and glanced up, palming a gorgeous breast. His brother gave him a smile. “Well, brother, are you ready?”

Wolf wasn’t going to let up. Fucker. Wolf was going to try to pull him in. Wolf spread her legs, and Shelley looked up at him, her eyes dreamy. She was laid out like a feast.

And Leo didn’t turn down a feast.