The Bold and the Dominant, Page 22

  “Shirt off,” Liam insisted.

  She took that to mean yes.

  Swallowing hard, heart racing, she followed orders, tugging at her shirt to yank it free. The minute it cleared her head, Liam tugged her bra off and tossed it onto the patio, beside her shirt and panties.

  Taking a step back, Liam looked on as Hammer fingered her pussy under her brief skirt as the moonlight gleamed down on her bare breasts.

  “So fucking lovely. I think it would be a prettier picture without the skirt, mate.”

  With a growl, Hammer popped the button at the small of her back and tried to tug the zipper down. It wasn’t easy one-handed, and he gave a frustrated grunt.

  “A little help here, please.”

  Liam sauntered close again. “My pleasure.”

  Raine’s heart pounded furiously as he wrapped his arms around her waist, finding the zipper as his lips locked over hers. He took the kiss deep and sweeping. She had trouble breathing as the sensations and their scents overwhelmed her.

  After a brush of cotton down her thighs, she stood completely bare between them. Liam cupped her breasts and thumbed her peaked nipples, approval gleaming in his dark eyes as Hammer continued to work her clit dangerously close to orgasm. A flush rose up her body. She whimpered in a little plea and felt herself utterly melting.

  “Jesus…” Hammer sounded impatient. “I’m dying to be inside her hot little cunt.”

  “As much as I love her lush breasts…” Liam drawled, then curled his hand around her waist and caressed down to her bare backside. “I find myself desperate to bury my cock in her ass.”

  Hammer nipped at her neck, the bite filled with a reckless impatience that only jacked her desire up more. “I don’t think I have a damn condom with me.”

  “I only have one,” Liam murmured as he inflicted love bites all around her aching nipples. “And I don’t have any lube.”

  That was bad news. Terrible. The worst.

  With a groan, Hammer stiffened. Raine felt his displeasure—largely in the cessation of the rhythm of his fingers.

  She keened, long and loud. “Please…”

  “Precious.” He dusted the sensitive spot just under her ear with apologetic kisses. “We’ll have to go back to the club. The one and only fucking time I’m not prepared…”

  “Wait! I just remembered I am.” Liam nipped at her hard peaks. “Let’s tour the bedroom.”

  “Fuck yeah,” Hammer breathed.

  The guys gathered up her clothes—none of that silly donning-garments for her. Raine’s pussy ached, but she prayed they’d give her relief soon. And in her new house… What could be sweeter?

  They couldn’t run upstairs fast enough. At the top, she had a sense of an elegant landing, gorgeous built-ins, three open doors leading to what she was sure were perfectly wonderful bedrooms, a big roomy bathroom between, then a step up to the biggest bedroom.

  The master.

  As they turned the corner, Liam turned on some lighting, which glowed above the crown molding, providing soft ambiance to the whole enormous room. The size shocked her almost as much as a plush bed smack-dab in the middle, complete with pristine white sheets. A massive nightstand sat nearby in the otherwise empty room.

  Liam nudged her toward the mattress. “Get on the bed, love.”

  “And spread your legs,” Hammer added.

  Raine didn’t dare disobey—and she didn’t want to. But as she moved toward the bed, she had too many questions to stay mute. “When did you…?”

  “Prepare the room? Weeks ago, not long after I bought it.” He shrugged. “I planned to bring you here as soon as the time was right and spend the night enjoying you in every way possible. But I think this will be even better.” With a little smirk, he opened the top drawer and reached inside. “Catch.” He tossed a condom Hammer’s way.

  Macen caught it one-handed, then sent her a feral smile. “You’re dawdling, girl.”

  Liam pulled another condom and a tube of lube from the drawer and set them both on the gleaming surface. “A bit faster, if you please.”

  It wasn’t exactly a request. Her stomach knotted with excitement.

  Raine eased onto the bed, the cool sheets at her back. Propping herself on her elbows, she parted her thighs just enough to tease them and watched as they came toward her in tandem.

  Yes. God yes. This was what she needed… The two halves of her heart working together to make her whole. And they needed her to be open to them. After having so many events out of their control today, they’d want to exercise their power. They would require it.

  The men sent one another a stare she couldn’t quite read, but Raine had little doubt they plotted something that would eventually bring her pleasure. She couldn’t wait.

  At the edge of the bed, Liam tsked and shook his head. “That will never do.”

  “Not at all,” Hammer concurred as he wrapped one hand around her thigh.

  On the right, Liam did the same. Then together, they spread her wide, exposing her pussy to their hungry stares. Their savage smiles made her blush.

  “Love me,” she breathed.

  Liam caressed her hip. “We do.”

  “But we’ll tell you again if you need to hear it.” Hammer lifted her leg. Gravity bent her knee, and he set her limb down again, foot planted on the mattress, then stared at her pussy. “Pretty.”

  “I like that.” Liam arranged her other foot down on the plush surface, somehow spreading her even wider.

  “You’re intentionally misunderstanding me. I mean, make love to me,” Raine entreated. “Take me. I felt as if I belonged to you both last night.” Before Beck’s emergency surgery, Gwyneth’s intrusion, and the secret-baby scare. “I want that again.”

  “You don’t give orders and ultimatums.” Hammer’s smile disappeared, replaced by a commanding passion she was beginning to learn well. He skated his fingertips up her thigh, trailing lip-bitingly close to where she needed their touch. A shiver zipped down her spine. “Now, it’s our way.”

  “It is.” Liam’s voice sounded rough. “You’ll drown in the pleasure we give you. In return, you’ll give us every one of your whimpers, moans, and screams. We will hear exactly what our lovemaking does to you, Raine. Do you understand?”

  “Yes…” Their words and demeanors were unraveling her. “Yes, Sirs.”

  A corner of Hammer’s lips kicked up in a grin. “You haven’t behaved very submissively since you stormed back into Shadows, full of accusations. That changes now.”

  Right now. Raine heard him loud and clear.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Better.” He grazed his knuckles over the bare pad of her pussy.

  She raised her hips to him, shuddering as she remembered the way they’d shaved her yesterday. Again today in the shower earlier, Hammer had seen to the task himself with a pride in ownership that probably should have pushed every feminist button inside her. Instead, it just turned her on.

  Raine whimpered. He gave her an evil chuckle and pulled his hand away. She bit her tongue. Neither demanding nor whining would get her anywhere. As much as she hated it, he would force her to be patient and wait.

  The thought had barely crossed her mind when she felt Liam slide his shoulders between her thighs and work his way up to her needy sex.

  She tensed, held her breath—and spread even wider for him.

  “That’s a girl…” Liam breathed against her wet flesh.

  His first lazy swipe through her drenched folds had her groaning and blindly reaching for him. She couldn’t repress the urge to drive her clit against his tongue to feed the impossible ache as she bucked against his mouth. Hammer had other plans.

  He rounded the bed and caught her wrists in one of his big hands, pinning them to the mattress as he stood behind her. He bent and captured her lips with his own as his free hand wrapped around a sensitive breast.

  She was burning, every nerve ending aflame and crying out in agonized bliss. Another whimper tore from her li
ps, only to be swallowed by Hammer’s lips as Liam continued tormenting her cunt.

  He added fingers, one at a time, slotting between her swollen folds as he suckled and teased her pouting clit with his relentless tongue.

  As if eager to add to her suffering, Hammer tore his mouth from hers to nip at her taut nipples, a scrape of teeth followed by a hard, sucking pull. On fire now, Raine arched her back and wailed for them, an incoherent plea.

  “That’s it. That’s what we want to hear,” Hammer murmured, his mouth still pressed to her breast. “Give us your cries.”

  Raine mewled out again when Hammer sank his teeth into her tender nipple, just enough to send a tingle of pleasurable pain radiating through her. At the same time, Liam wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking with a beautifully brutal draw and proving that he and Hammer maneuvered together like a perfect team.

  They were both completely dressed—feasting on her naked body with their mouths, teeth, fingers, and tongues, pushing her to the edge. Every nibble, touch, suck, and probe confirmed the fact that they were determined to command not only her mind and body—but every last shred of her control.

  Liam drove his fingers deeper still, twisting until he settled over the hidden knot of nerves inside her before strumming the sensitive spot with an exacting pressure. The roar of pending release began to throb in her ears.

  “Please,” she gasped, arching her hips from the mattress again, longing to rush over the edge of release.

  “Are you ready to come for us?” Hammer taunted.

  “Yes. Oh, god, yes.”

  Liam’s mouth never left her clit as he raised his gaze and drilled her with a dark stare, his hooded lids heavy with lust. Virile and seductive, he worked to bring her pleasure. The sight unraveled her self-control.

  Then Hammer plucked at her nipple, gently twisting as he settled his mouth close to her ear. “When you returned to Shadows and threw your little fit, did you ever think there might be another side of the story? Or did you simply believe everything Gwyneth told you?”

  Raine moaned, her pending orgasm simmering just below a boil. Hammer wanted to talk about this now?

  “I’m sorry,” she blurted.

  “I didn’t ask if you were sorry; I asked if you believed her.”

  “Kind of…” Raine squeaked as Liam continued that unrelenting quest with his tongue. “The horrible things she said made sense at the time.”

  Liam lifted his mouth from her, giving his lips a slow lick that made her belly tighten and dip. “So, love…”

  No! Don’t stop. Can’t we talk later? She sent him a pleading stare, which he ignored.

  “You just assumed I’d fucked Gwyneth?” he asked. “I’m curious… Am I the only one you don’t trust or does that extend to Hammer as well? Maybe you lack faith in love altogether?”

  That wasn’t true…not really. Well, maybe a little. She sighed. She’d never been good with trust, not when almost everyone had let her down.

  “What else was I supposed to think? The evidence that you’d scened with her was all over the condo. And Gwyneth’s red fuck-me ensemble didn’t exactly make me feel better. Coupled with the fact that you walked right past me in Beck’s lobby after I called your name… I didn’t know what else to think.”

  “I didn’t hear or see you.” Liam frowned. “When have I ever ignored you, Raine?”

  In the car earlier today. But pointing that out wouldn’t be wise. Or kind. He’d had extenuating circumstances. And normally, he made her feel like the center of his world.

  Now, Raine regretted accusing him of screwing the shrew before she’d asked a single question. Knowing Liam had bought her this amazing house in the hopes she’d share it with them, she felt even more contrite.

  “Almost never.” Guilt further cooled her desire. “I’m working on learning to trust both of you. But I have to fight myself everyday to believe I’m worthy and that love won’t hurt. I’ve never experienced the kind that wasn’t painful.”

  “I see.” Liam resumed strumming her clit with his fingers as he pinned her with a hard stare. Raine worried they had more questions poised on the tips of their tongues.

  “Let me guess.” Hammer leaned in close, his lips drawn in a tight line. “It was easier and more comfortable to fall back into old behavior than to implement anything we taught you at the lodge.”

  She bit back a little huff. “I wasn’t rational. I didn’t exactly make a conscious effort to lose my temper.”

  “You didn’t think at all. You closed yourself off to us,” Hammer chided.

  “And you won’t be doing that again,” Liam warned. “You’re not allowed to hide yourself or your feelings. Hammer and I will always strip your walls down and lay you open, raw and naked, like you are now. Do you understand?”

  Raine knew they meant every word.

  “Yes, Sirs,” she murmured, feeling duly scolded.

  Bending back to her pussy, he swiped his tongue over her flesh. Raine jolted with renewed sensation and moaned. In an instant, he ramped her back up until she needed so badly for them to cover, devour, and fill her.

  Instead, Liam paused again. “By the way, if you want this climax, you’ll have to swear you’ll never shut us out again.”

  What? They commanded her, ruled her desires, and controlled her body. Now they wanted her to make a promise she likely couldn’t keep? Didn’t they know she’d say or do almost anything right now for the shimmering orgasm just out of reach?

  Raine didn’t believe that if she uttered a few easy words, they’d shower her with bliss. No way. They’d want more. Way more. And when Liam’s fingers got busy again, she really couldn’t find the patience to figure out what. Instead, she gave them a keening little cry.

  “Is that a yes or a no?” Liam asked with a quick slap to her cunt.

  A deep burn seared her folds. Raine hissed as the fire spread outward in a slow, stinging slide.

  “Convince us you intend to communicate honestly.” Hammer arched a dark brow.

  Liam swooped in low, giving her a long, torturous lick before backing away again. “Or will Hammer and I take turns edging you for the next month?”

  God, that sounded awful. She groaned in desperation. “Yes. I’ll communicate.”

  “Rationally and calmly,” Hammer insisted.

  Liam nipped at her inner thigh, his fingers plying her clit with maddening circles. “Without yelling or sounding as if you’re from the gutter. You know I don’t like that language from you, lass.”

  She did. She knew. “It slipped out. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

  “It best not.” Liam laved her clit slowly.

  The friction kept her achy and needy. Raine had no idea if she could keep her promise, but she’d have to try damn hard because she couldn’t possibly make it another thirty seconds without this orgasm.

  “No.” She shook her head frantically. “Communication. Honesty. Trust. Got it.”

  Hammer leaned into her face, his expression sharp, exacting. “Tell me why we should believe you.”

  “I want you,” she gasped out.

  He tweaked her nipple again. “That’s a given. I can see the flush turning your skin rosy and smell your sweet pussy.”

  That wasn’t helping her train of thought. Panting, Raine closed her eyes and tried to gather her wits. “No, I mean I want to make you both happy, please you, make you proud. I know I lose my temper, but deep down, that’s all I want. Please…”

  “Hmm. Your words make me even harder, precious.” He caressed her cheek, and she opened her eyes, her lashes fluttering.

  “That’s true for me as well,” Liam agreed, then settled his