Dual Embrace: 3 (Shadowpeak Wolves) (21 page)

“You ever kissed a guy before?” she asked curiously.

“Yes. But it’s never felt like that.”

“Good, right?”

Brynn glanced down at her, clearly startled. Then a slow grin crossed his face.

“Oh yeah.”

“Is there a chance you could get her pregnant?” Cain asked. Dusty stilled.

“I’m not sure,” Brynn replied.

“Well, I don’t think any of us are ready for that. Here, use this.” He passed the demon a condom.

Brynn shook his head as though to clear it and sheathed his cock in latex.

“Brynn, I want you inside her pussy. Dusty, you are not to come.”

Dusty gazed up at Cain, swallowing when she saw what he held in his hand. Nipple clamps. She’d never experienced them before and she wasn’t at all sure she wanted to now.

But she trusted Cain.

Brynn knelt between her thighs, stealing her attention. He drove his cock deep into her welcoming pussy.

“Yes,” she hissed, loving the full, hard feel of him inside her. He stilled. She thrust up, determined to make him move. But he grasped her hips, holding her still.

Cain sucked one nipple into his mouth, licking, nibbling until she was wild with pleasure. Then he slipped the clamp over her engorged nipple, slowly tightening the screw.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried. Pain engulfed her before giving way to amazing rapture.

“Remember to breathe, hellcat,” Brynn said with some amusement as Cain moved to her other breast. By the time he’d finished, her clit was throbbing wildly, her passage clenching in need.

“Good girl,” Cain praised her. “Damn, you look beautiful.” He tugged on the chain connecting the clamps and she groaned as pleasure rippled through her nipples.

Brynn drew his cock out a little before pushing it inside her. Little pulses of movement, enough to stir her nerve endings, but nowhere near enough to satisfy her. He teased her to the point of sensation overload.

“Brynn, deeper, harder,” she gasped.

Dusty grabbed his shoulders, needing the anchor as he pressed his way forward until his balls hit her ass. Cain pulled her up, sitting behind her, tucking her back into his chest. His hands cupped her breasts, tugging lightly on the clamps.

Pain and pleasure morphed together. The combination was incredible. She was on sensory overload—she couldn’t keep up. So she let go, let herself swim along the currents of desire as they raced from her pussy to her nipples and back.

Her orgasm took her by surprise, hitting her hard. She arched her back with a silent scream, her pussy clenching hard on Brynn’s cock. He plunged into her forcefully until he groaned, following her over the edge.

“Take a deep breath, sweetheart,” Cain murmured in her ear, her only warning before he released one of the clamps. The rush was incredible, the pain soon joined by pleasure as Cain rubbed the abused nipple gently. Then he did the same to the other one, sensation rocketing straight to her clit, bucking her body.

Cain lifted her, setting her on his lap. His erection pressed against her as he rocked her. She realized then that she was crying, tears dripping down her hot cheeks.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Cain murmured.

“Dusty?” Brynn asked.

She opened her eyes to find Brynn kneeling beside them, his gaze serious. She cupped his cheek with her hand.

“I’m fine, more than fine. I’m fantastic.”

Brynn smiled. “Looks like you need to find a new punishment,” he said to Cain. “I think she enjoyed those clamps far too much.”

“Umm-hmm, you can punish me any time.”

Cain’s chest moved as he silently laughed.

“But not for a while. I need some recovery time. In the meantime though…” She wiggled against Cain’s cock suggestively. He groaned, grabbing her hips.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop teasing me.”

“Oh was that uncomfortable for you? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She batted her eyes at him.

“Right, brat. You want to tease then you can just reap what you sow.” Cain lifted her off his lap and lay on his back on the bed. He grasped his cock, running his hand up and down it.

“Take me in your mouth. I’m dying to be inside you. Make me come.”

Leaning down, Dusty sucked him into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. She squeezed his balls lightly, moving up and down his shaft quickly until his breath was coming in short, hard gasps.

“That feels so good, baby. Too good.”

Dusty licked the top of his head before taking him in deep.

“I’m going to come,” he shouted.

Clasping the base of his cock in her hand, she held him tightly. Then she hummed and it sent him over the edge. He came in thick, lush bursts. Swallowing him down, she was reluctant to leave him, licking his spent cock. Then with a last, final kiss, she moved back up the bed.

Cain gathered her against his chest.

“You okay?” Cain whispered, running his hand over her hair.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve got to get up. I have a day shift. I need to speak to Cooper about all this,” he said quietly. She peered over at Brynn. He stared at them, his emotions tightly hidden.

“How do you think he’ll take it?” she asked. By rights Cooper could kill Brynn on sight for knowingly coming onto pack territory without permission. Some Alphas would. Luckily, Cooper was more reasonable than most.

“Hopefully he’ll allow us to petition for Brynn to become part of the pack.”

“And if I don’t want to be part of the pack?” Brynn interjected. “What has being part of this pack brought Cassie?”

“You need his permission to be here, otherwise we won’t be able to see you,” Dusty explained.

“If I don’t want him to see me, he won’t.”

“We can’t lie like that, not to our Alpha. We’ve sworn allegiance to him. We have to have his permission for you to be here.”

“And if he doesn’t give it?” Brynn asked.

“Let’s not borrow trouble,” Cain replied sensibly. “For now, let’s show him that you’re not a threat to the pack. Cooper’s more forward thinking than other Alphas, but with these threats to Laney, he’s in overprotective mode and I don’t know how he will react.”

Dusty stood at the kitchen counter, chopping veggies for a stir-fry.

She stifled a yawn. Cain and Brynn had tortured her erotically for hours last night. Not that she was complaining. The things they’d done… Wow.

She wiped a hand across her forehead, suddenly boiling hot. Her clit throbbed. Fire raced up her spine, sizzling her skin.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. She had to concentrate. Cooper and Laney were coming over for dinner to meet Brynn.

Dusty had no idea whether Cooper would accept their bond or try to separate them. There was a good chance he’d see Brynn as a danger to the pack and order him to leave.

Everyone was on edge after Laney had received yet another threat. Someone had sent her a plain brown envelope with her name written on the outside.

Inside the envelope were photos of a small blonde woman who’d been tortured brutally before she’d been killed. A short note had accompanied them.

You’re next.

Dusty chopped cauliflower viciously as she remembered Laney’s haunted eyes. This had to stop. Dusty could see the strain eating away at her friend. Cooper’s temper was getting shorter and it was affecting the whole pack. Everyone was on edge.

She’d love to get hold of the bastard tormenting Laney. She’d welcome him with open arms, right before she cut off his balls and fed them to him.

“That’s a rather vicious grin, my own.”

Dusty yelped as the knife slipped, slicing deeply into her hand.

“Fuck!”

“Quick, under the water.” Brynn moved swiftly, turning on the tap and placing her bleeding hand beneath.

“Damn it,” she swore.

“I’m an idiot,” he berated himself. “Look at your hand, that’s going to need stitches.”

“What’s going on?” Cain asked.

She’d been so caught up in dealing with her hand she hadn’t even heard Cain. And by the surprised look on Brynn’s face, neither had he.

Cain strode up to the sink, tugging Brynn away from her. “What the hell happened?”

“It was my fault,” Brynn admitted.

Cain’s face hardened and he turned, stepping toward Brynn.

“Cain, no!”

Dusty swiftly grabbed a towel and, pressing it to the wound, slid between them.

“It wasn’t Brynn’s fault.”

“Yes, it was,” Brynn insisted.

She shot him a quelling look over her shoulder.

“No, it wasn’t. I was chopping up veggies and I cut myself.”

“Because I frightened you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m buying you a collar with a bell on it tomorrow. But you didn’t mean for me to get hurt, did you?” she asked Brynn.

“No,” Brynn replied.

She stared up at Cain. “See?”

He relaxed a little. “Sorry.”

“Understandable,” Brynn replied but his gaze remained wary. Dusty pressed against her hand harder, drawing Cain’s concerned gaze.

“How bad is it?”

“It’s fine.” She backed away as he reached for her.

“Dusty,” he warned. She took another step back, banging into Brynn’s cool body.

“Show him, hellcat.” Not waiting for her consent, Brynn held her arm out and whipped away the towel. Cain’s breath hissed out through his teeth.

“I’m fine.”

“Have you looked at it? It’s not fine at all.”

Of course she hadn’t looked at it. Was he crazy? She didn’t want to see her skin torn apart.

“Change.”

“W-what?” She gaped up at Cain.

“You need to change, just your hand. It will help the wound heal.”

“I, ahh…” she stumbled on the words.

“Come on. I know you’re powerful enough to control the change. Just transform your hand to speed up the healing.”

What the hell was she going to do?

Stall him.

“Umm.” Yeah, that was going to work.

“You need to tell him.” Brynn grabbed another towel. “You also need to call for a healer.”

“Tell me what?” Cain asked

Dusty looked back at Brynn. “You know?”

“I was watching you, remember? It’s a great way to discover secrets.”

“You skunk,” she snarled. Cain growled, pulling their attention back to him.

“What are you both talking about? Tell me what?”

“I can’t change,” she whispered.

“Not a full change, no. Not with the plate in your hip. But if you just changed your hand—”

“No, you don’t understand. I can’t change my hand, I can’t change at all. My wolf doesn’t come to my call anymore.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

* * * * *

Cain prowled, unable to look at anyone else in the room. The pack doctor was stitching Dusty’s hand. Brynn stood across the room, keeping himself well away from them both.

Cain detested the fact that Dusty had kept this from him.

How the hell hadn’t he known? He’d been amazed at her control, never once figuring that the reason she wasn’t changing was not due to doctor’s orders but simply because she couldn’t.

He should have known. Dusty wasn’t one to follow doctor’s orders.

His wolf prowled inside him, urging to be let free. Confusion, anger and the need to take control warred. He hated being lied to, kept in the dark. It was about time they both learned that.

“Cain, if you’re going to continue growling then you need to leave.”

Cain glared at Mason, their doctor. Dusty stared at him, her shoulders stiff and defiant, her eyes unsure. He pushed the wolf back, promising him they’d get to the bottom of this. His mate would soon know that she was always, always to come to him with things like this. To lean on him, rely on him.

She would learn she had no business keeping anything from him.

Finally the doc finished up, leaving orders for her to keep the bandage dry and clean.

“I’ll check up on you tomorrow.” He patted Dusty’s shoulder and nodded to Cain before leaving.

“When did you find out that you couldn’t change?” Cain snarled.

“Ahh,” Dusty rolled her shoulders, obviously tense. “A few days after I left the hospital.”

“You tried to change even knowing that the plate in your hip wouldn’t change with you?”

“I was just going to change my arms. I hadn’t felt much from my wolf for a while. I was worried.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why tell him?” He nodded at Brynn.

“I didn’t tell him. I didn’t tell anyone. Well, except Cassie, on the day we were run off the road.”

Cain looked over at Brynn. “So you knew because you were spying on her.”