Scheme whimpered as the lust suddenly spiked hotter, brighter. She had never done that, that she knew of. Never had sex while she knew another man watched.
The hollow shame wasn’t there, as she would have expected. The discomfort that she had to fight was absent.
This wasn’t about the sexuality alone. She could see the need in Cabal’s eyes. He had been such an integral part of Tanner’s sexual life for years, immersing himself in the pleasures his brother allowed him to share in, that he needed this.
She could feel it as sharply as she felt Tanner’s hands on her rear. Cabal needed at least this much. Just for a while.
And she needed it. Something to wipe away the memory of years of shame, the knowledge that what she had with Chaz hadn’t been love, but a degrading enforcement of control.
This wasn’t about control. Tanner had somehow sensed her needs from the start, and he was giving her what she craved.
She writhed on his lap, crying out in pleasure, each slap sending her higher until she was nothing but a mass of lust, need, hunger.
She was dying in his arms in the midst of a pleasure she couldn’t control, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t want to control.
Scheme gave herself to the whipping ecstasy rushing through her system. Tanner’s sharp caresses were firm, then soft, gentle then burning. Each slap vibrated to her clit, causing it to swell further, throb, ache. Her h*ps writhed over his thighs, clenching together, forcing friction against the little bundle of nerves as she felt the spirals of release building in her womb.
She was going to come. She could feel it. She was going to explode.
“There you go, pretty girl.” Tanner’s voice was so rough, so graveled, it was primal. “Feel it burn. All the way into that tight pu**y. Feel it, Scheme.”
The sharp caresses were more rhythmic now, a steady, hard vibration of flames that began to pulse in her clit.
“You’re so wet I can feel it on my thigh,” he snarled. “So f**king hot you’re going to burn me.”
Slap. Slap.
“Come for me, baby. Spill all that sweet cream. When you do, I’m going to lap every drop of it up.”
She exploded. Cords of lightning wrapped around her clit, electrifying her, tearing her senses from her mind and sending her into an explosion of fiery, desperate release.
She heard her own strangled scream as she arched in his arms, feeling his fingers force their way between her thighs, plunging into the impossibly tight confines of her cunt.
She was losing her senses. Dying. Her vagina convulsed, raining the silky spill of her release to those thrusting fingers and jacking her higher into her orgasm.
She was limp, shuddering violently, and she needed more. Oh God, she needed more.
CHAPTER 25
The animal was free inside Tanner. As he felt the wash of her release soaking his fingers, smelled the complete submission to her pleasure and the burning, desperate need inside her, the animal tore free.
It was a part of himself he had always feared. He kept it locked away, hidden, fearing that releasing it would return him to the creature he had been before Callan had saved him.
There was no locking it away now.
Lifting Scheme from across his legs, he laid her back on the bed, knelt on the floor and buried his lips between her legs.
God, her pu**y was sweet. Like cream. Like syrup. It clung to his lips, drew his tongue and made him drunk on the taste of her.
He loved eating her. Licking her, sucking at the pearly clit, feeling the soft, silky curls covering her pu**y. Rounded thighs clenched on his cheeks, and he loved that too. The way she writhed beneath him and he had to clench his fingers on her h*ps to hold her still.
She didn’t want gentleness; she needed all of him. He could feel it, smell it. She wanted the animal taking her, and it was a damned good thing, because he couldn’t restrain it.
Lapping at her, he drew the sweet taste of her cream into his mouth, growling at the addictive sweetness as she shuddered and bucked beneath him again, spilling more. She was all soft, liquid heat.
The glands in his tongue were throbbing, so engorged and swollen it was painful. He needed her kiss. He needed her sucking the hormone from him as he f**ked her.
He had to f**k her. His c**k was so engorged, so tight he was in pain. Delicious pain.