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.
Chapter Ten
Shelley looked up at Leo from the safety of Wolf’s arms. She could still taste his cum on her lips. Her tongue had tasted every inch of his dick. Wolf’s cock was a thing of beauty. Big and outrageously thick, it had taken work to get it in her mouth. She could still feel his hips pumping against her cheeks, the firm muscles of his ass under her fingers. She’d loved the way his ass had flexed as he’d pumped into her mouth. She’d had to relax, and that had been a hard thing to do when Leo had tortured her with his tongue and his fingers.
Her asshole still burned a bit, but she welcomed the sensation. The rest of her body felt drugged with pleasure. The orgasm had been stronger this time, as though her body was learning to accept more and more ecstasy. Wolf kissed her, his mouth covering hers. He kissed like a Master, giving her everything he had, taking more than she could have imagined.
She felt small and submissive and more powerful than ever before.
Wolf winked down at her before looking back toward the door. “Well, brother, are you ready?”
She forced her brain to work, trying to shove the cobwebs of desire aside. Leo stood in the doorway. This time he didn’t hesitate. He tossed a small packet at Wolf. Condoms. Oh, god. They were really going to do it. She was going to spread her legs and take their cocks into her pussy. Her heart skittered, and her pussy swelled. Though she was sure she couldn’t come again, she wanted the feel of holding Leo and Wolf deep inside her body. She wanted to look up at their gorgeous faces and see the pleasure she brought them. After all, they had shown her pleasure she’d never dreamed of.
And she felt so close to them. That she felt close to Leo wasn’t a surprise. She’d felt that way always. Leo had been her rock during those years when Trev had battled his addictions. Leo had talked to her on the phone and come to her mother’s funeral. If only she’d met Leo before she’d married Bryce, maybe her life would have been different. Feeling connected to Leo was just normal, but the deep comfort she found in Wolf was a revelation.
Wolf felt right. His arms around her. His cock in her mouth. They felt real and lovely. Wolf’s huge body housed an unbelievably warm heart. In a single day, he’d saved her life and showed her how sexy she could be. He’d forced her to really look at him and see past his gorgeous good looks to the sweet, affectionate man inside.
And he’d welcomed Leo. No matter what came after, she would always have had this one night with Leo, and Wolf had made that happen.
Leo’s hands went to the fly of his pants, and he made quick work of them, shoving them off his lean, muscled hips. She felt her lethargy dissipate. She watched as Leo’s ripped, hard body was revealed. She stared at the small tattoo on his upper left pectoral muscle. It was small, not anything large and showy. It was the only ink she could see.
“You like his tat, sweetheart?” Wolf asked, a smile on his impossibly handsome face.
“I can’t really see it,” she admitted. But she could see the rest of Leo. So beautiful. He was all lean, hard, and masculine. And he’d commented on Wolf’s big cock, but now he proved himself to be a total hypocrite. Leo’s cock was every bit as thick and long as his brother’s, standing straight up almost to his navel. His heavy balls were drawn up close to his body. She wanted to taste him, too. She wanted to get them to stand together, and then she could suck and lick them in turn.
“I’ll show you,” Leo said, walking forward.