Christmas Moon (4 page)

Abel lifted her easily and carried her to the sofa. He sat and pulled her over his lap, her ass right there in easy smacking distance. She struggled, and he returned his fingers, thrusting deep into her cunt.

“Abel, what the hell? Let me up!”

“I don’t think so, baby. You have a punishment coming. You can get it from me or Cain, but one way or the other you’re getting it. And I promise you, it’ll be easier from me.”

Her struggles didn’t cease, but her pussy got wetter, soaking his fingers. He twisted his hand so he could stroke her G-spot, and she thrust back against him, her moans filling the air.

“This is not right,” she managed to huff out.

He stopped his movements. The moment of choice had come.

“I can stop.” He paused, meeting Cain’s angry gaze. His brother didn’t want him to give her any outs. “But I don’t think you want me to. I think you want to see what I, what
we
, can do to you.”

She moaned, and he felt moisture on his leg. He was afraid she might be crying and leaned close to her ear.

“We’ll take care of you, Delilah. We
want
to take care of you. But you have to decide. If this doesn’t turn you on, if it doesn’t make you hot, there isn’t any point in it, is there?”

He paused, waiting. One hand rested on her ass, the other was still between her legs. When she made no response, he asked again.

“Yes or no, baby?”

She arched up, moving against his hand, and he knew her answer before he heard her whispered, “Yes.”

Thank God. He didn’t think he could hold back now, and he didn’t try. He tried to start slow. He hit her ass but kept the stroke tempered. It still left a nice pink spot. She didn’t respond, but he left his fingers inside her pussy, and she remained wet. He needed a response from her and looked up to meet his brother’s gaze. It was so clear that Cain was also turned on by seeing her like this, that he wanted her screaming and squirming, too. They had different reasons for punishing her, though, and he wanted her to know what they were. He thought the best way was to tell her while he increased his strokes.

“Do you know why you’re being punished, Delilah?”

His hand fell harder as he asked, and Cain glared at him. He knew he was supposed to work up to the harder strokes. He pulled back. She didn’t answer, just shook her head. He leaned closer to her, whispered in her ear. That was for her benefit because Cain’s superior hearing would easily pick it up.

“You cut your hair. I was so looking forward to getting my hands in that hair.” He paused, let it sink in. “Cain has other issues. He’s much more pissed off about you going outside than I am. Don’t be surprised if he breaks out his whip.”

Her wetness gushed over his hand at that pronouncement, and he grinned at his brother. She wanted it. She needed what they did.

“But not tonight,” he said, one final, hard slap hitting her ass.

He nodded at Cain, and he pulled the glass coffee table out of the way. This was something they’d done before with women they’d shared, women they’d brought into this sexual sharing world. It would end in frustration for one of the brothers, and Abel was damned glad this time it wasn’t him.

Cain walked forward and stopped just before his knees. He pulled Delilah up but instead of turning her to him, put her on the floor facing his brother. She was on her knees, Cain’s cock jutting out inches from her lips. It turned Abel on, knowing he’d demand she take Cain in her mouth, and he was pretty sure she would. He wanted to see it, knowing he’d be buried in her pussy later. Cain grabbed her hands and clasped them behind her back.

“Lace your fingers together,” he grunted. “Don’t let go.”

She did so without much reluctance, and Abel thrust two fingers into her cunt, grabbing her hair at the nape of her neck, and guided her to his brother’s cock. Her tongue flicked out, and it was almost his undoing. Oh, Christ. He wanted to feel that tongue on him. Then she took the head in her mouth, and Cain groaned, long and loud, and shared the sensation with him. Hot, wet suction. Exquisite torture. Abel rubbed his fingers against her G-spot until she mewled around his brother’s cock and jerked against his fingers.

He leaned close to her ear. “You don’t get to come yet, baby. We control your orgasms, and neither one of us has given you permission.”

He felt her struggle to fight it and removed his hand, sliding it up the slender column of her neck, caressing it, letting Cain stroke smooth and fast into her mouth, letting him come. Cain jetted into her mouth, and the expression on her face was almost Abel’s undoing. Rapture. It was pure ecstasy. As soon as Cain pulled out of her mouth, Abel tossed her down and pounded into her. He’d told her not to come, and she’d done her best. Now he wanted her convulsing around him, screaming her pleasure.

“Come now, Delilah,” he commanded in a whisper. “Come for me, baby.”

He found her clit with his fingers, pinched it, and she responded exactly the way he wanted her to. Her cunt contracted around him and her whole body shook with the second orgasm. She screamed his name and his brother’s, as if she didn’t know who was riding her thighs. He didn’t care. It didn’t matter. She was destined for both of them, destined to pleasure and be pleasured by both of them. He could share her with Cain. Had always expected he would share his mate with Cain. But not tonight. Tonight she was his.

Chapter Three

Cain sat up when he heard soft steps on the stairs, glad he didn’t have to pretend to sleep anymore. Every time he’d closed his eyes, he saw her. Delilah. Her mouth wrapped around his cock and his brother fucking her. Shit, he was hard again. He got out of bed and pulled on some boxers, shaking his head at the way it tented in front. It would be funny if it was anyone else, but since he was the one frustrated and discomforted, it wasn’t. And he was not jacking off in the shower alone again. Delilah had gone downstairs, and Abel had had his turn. Now it was his.

His mood improved instantly, and he bounded down the steps, following the sound of music to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and grinned. Dressed in one of Abel’s old T-shirts that barely covered her ass, she was an enthralling sight. She’d found an AM oldies station and was bopping around the kitchen, pulling things from the fridge and bowls from cabinets as she went. She piled it all on the counter in front of a window and opened the carton of eggs. After cracking several, she reached for a whisk and stirred them then went digging through the cabinets again. She didn’t find what she was looking for and turned to the pantry.

That’s when she saw him. She gulped, blushing a pretty pink that tinged her cheeks and down the collar of the shirt. He was hard as a pike, afraid if he moved he’d drag her to the floor and fuck her senseless. Sounded good in theory, but he didn’t really trust himself not to hurt her, didn’t have a clue what her boundaries and limits were.

“Cain,” she whispered. “Good morning.” She gestured behind her. “I thought I’d take care of breakfast.”

“How ’bout you take care of me first?”

No, dumb ass
. Demanding sex before she’d even had breakfast or relaxed around him was not the way to go. But damned if her eyes didn’t light up in interest. Unfortunately, instead of jumping him, she frowned and cocked her head to one side.

“Do you and your brother share often?”

He sighed. It was bound to come up sooner or later. Later would have been better. He wanted her pliant and submissive, acquiescing to his demands. But he needed her willing. Willing to submit. To give up control and to know he’d take care her. He knew the price for that was honesty, but he wasn’t sure he was the one to convince her. Even though she wasn’t the first they’d shared, she was the last. The only one who mattered.

“Do you know what we are?” he asked instead.

Her teeth worried her bottom lip, and he wanted to step up and stop her, taste her mouth. It was obvious she had questions, and equally obvious she wouldn’t voice them. He wasn’t sure how to handle that. He was the doer. Abel was the talker. To buy time to think about it, he walked by her and filled the teakettle, set it on the range, and turned it on. The situation called for caffeine and in large amounts. Whiskey would be even better, and if it were afternoon, he’d pour a shot.

He turned around, unable to keep from watching her while she was in the room. She was only a couple of feet away. Her face was calm, but she wrung her hands. Something twisted in his chest, and he didn’t like it. He’d been prepared to want her sexually, even grow to care for her. This all-consuming desire to know every last detail about her, to keep her safe and cherished and happy, was unexpected.

“C’mere, sweetheart.”

He held his hand out to her, needing to kiss her, to inhale her. Hoped like hell she wouldn’t deny him. She didn’t. She hesitated but finally stepped forward, close enough that he could pull her into his arms, pull her close enough so her body molded against his. He might hate his brother just a little bit for having her first.

He kept his hands on her upper back and buried his nose in the crook between her shoulder and neck and breathed deep. Warm. Willing. Woman. That was all he registered. All his wolf needed to know was that she was theirs.

He turned his head so he could kiss her neck, right on that tempting little spot just under her ear, right where he would claim and mark her later. Her pulse fluttered at the contact, then pounded. He could hear her heart racing, and the feeling that swelled his chest was nothing less than triumph. Lowering his arms to wrap around her waist, he lifted her, carrying her to an empty countertop, and set her on the edge.

Her eyes widened, and a surprised little
oh
whispered from her lips. No more delaying. He had to taste her and lowered his face to hers, caught her lips with his. His brother thought she tasted like the spiced rum he liked so much. Cain disagreed. She was the best quality brandy. Cognac. Rich, with a hint of sweet fruit. He nibbled her lips until she opened her mouth, and his tongue plunging in. Sweet. So, so sweet. His hips moved against his will, his cock seeking entrance into her body. He almost came when he realized she was naked under that shirt. Shoving it up, he verified what he already knew and groaned. The shirt came off, sailing into the air behind him, and he stopped and stared down at her. It was impossible not to notice her perfection, her frailty. He had a moment’s misgiving, afraid he might actually lose himself in her and hurt her. He would just have to remember to stay in control.

He took a steadying breath, concentrating on the treasure he’d uncovered. Her breasts were small but full and firm with metal glinted through her nipples. He lifted a finger and flicked it against the ball through one hoop, watching it sway when he did. Fascinating. He wondered what they tasted like, what they would feel like against his tongue and lowered his head to the opposite breast. Closing his mouth over her nipple, he sucked, rolling his tongue over the peak until it hardened. Then he switched to teeth, biting her nipple, keeping the scrape light. He dragged the sharp points over her, catching the small ball between them and tugging.

Moaning, she bowed her back to arch against him, and he did it again, pulling her pelvis up tight against his while he did so. She was wet, and the front of his boxers where he ground his erection into her dampened. He wanted to feel that on his cock and ripped them down, let them fall to the floor at his feet where he could easily step out of them.

Then she was tipping her hips forward so he brushed her entrance. It was a clear invitation to him, and he thrust inside her. He moved. Experimentally, getting to know her body and testing his control. She was tight and hot, a perfect fit that gripped his cock on each slide in and out. Her soft moans filled the air between them, turning him on even more. He could get lost here for hours, days, and he struggled for control.

Thankfully a throat cleared behind him, and he was able to rein himself in. He looked over his shoulder and frowned at Abel, who was dressed and pulling on a coat as if he was going somewhere. Cain wasn’t sure if he should be alone with Delilah yet, and his brother was obviously leaving. Before he could question him though, he noticed Delilah’s fingernails digging into his shoulders, and she’d pressed her head up against his chest. Abel came over, his booted footsteps loud on the tile floor. He stopped beside them and reached over for her chin, getting her to meet his gaze. She was beet red. Embarrassed, Cain realized.

“I can’t believe you started without me,” Abel joked, trying to tease Delilah out of her awkwardness. “That’s not fair, baby.”

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m not quite sure how it got this far,” she whispered, obviously uncomfortable to be found in the wrong twin’s arms. Cain wasn’t about to let her think there was anything wrong with being with him. With being with both of them. He met Abel’s gaze for the silent communication.

He pulled out of her until only the head of his cock was still gripped by her cunt. Abel smiled at her gasp of pleasure, and Cain thrust back in while his brother reached over, putting a hand between them to tug the piercing through one breast. He leaned closer as he worried the nipple, placing his lips against the smooth column of her throat, and nibbled. Cain watched her eyes change, watched them go smoky with renewed desire, and he felt it on his cock as she got slicker. Tiny convulsions squeezed him until he had to thrust harder, rougher.