Snared (6 page)

Quinn smiled as the couple paused to breathe, their bodies still entwined. Usually, he waited until the time was right to join in, but this time, he’d never felt left out. Though he and Rogan had shared women before, there’d always been moments of indecision, as if they were still fighting what seemed normal to them. But not with Tayen. Whether it was her simple acceptance of the threesome or the fact she didn’t quite fit in either, he still felt as if he was in control.

He stepped forward, drawing a finger down her silhouette until he cupped one side of her buttocks in his hand. She tossed him a quick grin across her shoulder then palmed Rogan’s chest. Quinn watched as she smoothed her fingers down Rogan’s shirt, finally fisting the hem and dragging it back up. She hummed as she revealed tightly corded muscles, which gleamed with a bronze hue in the morning light.

“You’ve been tanning,” she said, drawing small circles on his skin.

Rogan mumbled something indecipherable, the final few syllables morphing into a husky rasp as her fingers brushed over his nipples, pausing just long enough to make the tiny buds bead hard and firm against his chest. Her lips twitched ever so slightly, but she kept her features schooled as her hand drifted lower, hovering over the seam of his jeans. Rogan’s breath came in shallow gasps as they all waited to see what Tayen would do next.

Tayen didn’t waste any time as she flicked Rogan’s button open and released the zipper, the tinny, metal sound ringing loud in the room. Rogan’s pants pushed apart, and his bulging erection sprang forward, bobbing into place in her palm. The downward journey left a thin line of pre-cum from his lower abdomen to his cock. The fragile strip shimmered in the air until the tension broke the strand, leaving a shiny drop on the thin slit.

Tayen licked her lips, and Quinn knew she had every intention of taking her prize inside her mouth. She smiled and raised her thumb, swirling the slick moisture around the head.

“You go commando.” Tayen squeezed Rogan’s shaft. “Guess that makes two of us.”

She shifted her weight, but Quinn caught her before she could go to her knees. She looked back at him, her eyes conveying her confusion. Quinn traced her lower lip with his finger, moaning when she snagged it and slipped it inside.

“Nothing would make Rogan come quicker than having you put that pretty little mouth around his cock. But not this time.” He silenced her with his finger across her lips before she could protest. “This time is about us showing you how much we adore you, sweetheart.”

He removed his finger and patted her ass as he nodded at Rogan and motioned to the bed, using his other arm to pull her back into his chest. She grumbled as Rogan moved away, but her objections stopped when he climbed onto the bed and motioned her to join him.

Quinn brushed his lips over the shell of her ear. “He’s so ready for you. Can you see how excited you’ve made him?” He licked the soft skin beneath her lobe. “Do you think you can take all of him inside you?”

Tayen glanced back at him, her eyes clearly saying that she was sure as hell willing to try. Quinn met her gaze and couldn’t help himself. He released her ass and speared his fingers through her hair, drawing her face in so he could plunder her mouth. She fought for control, jousting her tongue with his. Quinn chuckled to himself, admiring her dominant traits, but she was his to tame…and he wasn’t going to stop until she knew she belonged to both of them.

He tilted her head back, deepening the kiss. Tayen sighed and finally relaxed, giving him complete control. He could tell by the way her muscles stayed tense, she was fighting her natural instincts, but that only made him want to claim her more.

She gasped in a quick breath when he finally lifted his mouth, still holding her head back, her body pressed into his. He dipped in for one more taste then swiveled her around, pointing her at Rogan.

“I think I’ve delayed you for long enough.” He paused and glanced over at the dresser. “Damn, we forgot the condoms. Wait here.”

He shifted slightly, but Tayen reached her hands back and held him close. She darted her gaze back and forth between them, nervously snagging one side of her lip in her teeth.

“I…um…well, you see…” She cursed quietly then raised her head high. “Due to my unique genetics, I can’t get pregnant unless we bond as mates. I’m medically fine—”

“You certainly are,” said Quinn, drawing her attention again.

She shook her head and opened her mouth, but he caught it in a kiss that stole her words. Her body relaxed, and he smiled when they parted.

“If you’re asking us if we want to go bareback, sweetheart, there’s no contest. I think you know we also get checked as part of our physical. That, and we haven’t been with anyone in a couple of years.” He cupped her face. “Not since we moved here and set our sights, and our hearts, on you.”

Tears gathered behind her green eyes, but she smiled them away, rubbing her cheek into the palm of his hand. “I don’t want anything between us. Speaking of which…”

She held his gaze as her hands fell to his waist, her fingers quickly working the buttons of his jeans. He fought the urge to help her strip them off, grinding his teeth together when she touched his erection through the thin cotton of his briefs. A smug smile tilted her lips before she clasped the waistband in her hands and tugged both pairs down his body, freeing his cock to the warm air. It bobbed forward as she bent to remove his clothes, placing it directly at lip height. Her warm breath coasted over his shaft a moment before her lush lips caressed the smooth skin, giving it a ghost of a kiss. A rough growl escaped his chest, and she smiled as she rose to her feet, her fingers lightly scratching a path across the base of his cock.

Quinn planted a quick kiss on her lips, resisting the urge to pin her to the wall and plunge inside, then moved with her, climbing behind her on the bed as they both straddled Rogan’s thighs. The man grunted as her sex brushed over his cock, nudging it. Quinn met Rogan’s gaze over Tayen’s shoulder, and they both moved at once. Rogan palmed Tayen’s waist as Quinn slid his hands up her thighs, finally cupping her buttocks. He wanted to be as close as he could without inhibiting Rogan’s movements.

Tayen flowed between them, seamlessly countering both their actions as she lifted her hips, resting some of her weight against Quinn’s hands. She pressed her back into his chest then smoothed her hands up Rogan’s stomach and over his ribs until she could palm his shoulders. She waited, suspended between the two men before slowly rotating her hips and drawing a harsh rasp from Rogan.

Quinn nuzzled her neck, his hands inscribing the same circles in the air. “I suggest you don’t tease him much longer, kitten, or you might find your positions reversed.”

A feminine chuckle resonated through the air, but she nodded and leaned back, slowly sinking onto Rogan’s hard shaft. Quinn eased his hands out from beneath her, allowing her ass to rest on Rogan’s thighs. Then Quinn moved them around below Rogan’s to cradle her hips, splaying his fingers across her lower abdomen.

Tayen pivoted upwards, sliding up Rogan’s length until the man groaned and tightened his hands on her waist. She stayed poised above him for one more breath then descended, tossing her head back on Quinn’s shoulder as she pressed Rogan’s cock deep inside her.

Quinn metered her weight, pressing his fingers into her skin. “Ah, fuck. I can feel him moving inside you.”

Quinn growled as she impaled herself again, her every movement echoing through his body. Damn, if he wasn’t careful, Rogan wouldn’t be the only man finishing.

“Oh, darling. You feel better than I dreamed possible.”

Rogan’s voice drew Quinn back from the edge just enough that he could mirror Tayen’s motion, rising and falling with her in a sexual dance. He could tell she was getting close. The muscles in her abdomen started tensing, tightening beneath his fingers as her breathing quickened and thinned. The red flush on her skin deepened, and he could feel a slight spasming in her groin.

He tilted his hips, reveling in her harsh cry as his cock branded the sweet cleft of her ass, brushing across her tight pucker with every stroke. Quinn suspected she wasn’t quite ready for the full event, but he wanted her to get the sensation of taking two men at once.

Tayen’s pace increased, the sound of Rogan tunneling into her drowning out the erratic beating in Quinn’s head. He wouldn’t be surprised if his heart pounded out of his chest if one of them didn’t break soon. But both held on, Tayen straining against his hand as Rogan clenched his jaw and tipped his head back into the pillow.

“Now, darling. I can’t…”

Rogan’s words meshed into a series of grunts as Tayen slammed down one last time then screamed, twisting in Quinn’s hands as her release took hold of her. Rogan followed her with a shout, and Quinn swore he could feel every pulse as Rogan stiffened on the bed, his muscles corded in effort.

Quinn felt the telltale tingling behind his sac, but tensed his muscles, holding the feeling at bay until the sensation passed and he relaxed. Tayen sighed and Quinn released her, watching as she collapsed over Rogan, their bodies shuddering in sync. Another knot of emotion lodged in his chest, and he couldn’t ignore the sense of peace he experienced watching Tayen rest as Rogan traced patterns across her back. Everything was telling him this was where he belonged…where they all belonged.

Need flared through him, and he leaned forward, praying Tayen wasn’t too tired. He ran his hands along her lower back, gently massaging her muscles. She sighed and gave him a half-lidded glance. Her gaze drifted to his groin. He knew what she was staring at. His cock felt as if the head was about to burst, and there was no hiding the smear of pre-cum dotting the slit.

Tayen made a raspy, purring sound, and his shaft flexed. Instinct took over, and he drew his hands back, wedging them under her hips and lifting her ass toward him. Tayen moved with him, wiggling her butt as he palmed her cheeks, exposing the tight rosette nestled between. Though he’d taken women anally before, he’d never felt the need so strongly, as if the ultimate surrender was the only way he could truly stake his claim.

Quinn closed his eyes, trying to still the fierce desire coursing through his veins. He didn’t want to demand too much of Tayen on their first encounter. He was supposed to be showing her how much he cherished her, not how primitive his needs were.

“Quinn? You okay?” Her voice sounded soft in his head.

He opened his eyes to find her staring back at him.

He attempted a smile, still caressing her skin. “Perfect.”

“Then why did you stop?” Her eyes clouded with concern. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

He growled and gave her ass a pat. “Dangerous talk, sweetheart. Because right now, it’s taking all my control to keep my thoughts more…tame.”

She shook her head and raised one eyebrow. “I’m far from tame, baby. I can take whatever you have in mind.”

The acceptance shining in her eyes broke any barriers holding him back. He bent over her, claiming her mouth with a soul-searing kiss before pulling back and returning his attention to her ass. He heard the side-table drawer open and looked up as Rogan retrieved a tube and tossed it to him. He caught the small offering, locking his gaze on Tayen’s as he unscrewed the cap. The cool gel soothed his nerves as he squeezed out a generous amount and smoothed it down her cleft. Tayen tensed when the lube touched her skin but soon relaxed as he worked it down her crease, probing just the tip of his finger inside her.

Questions burned in the back of his mind, and he spoke them aloud before he’d had the good thought to crush them. “Have you ever had a potential mate claim you here?” He cringed at the jealous tone to his voice, not sure where the emotion had come from.

Tayen looked back at him, narrowing her eyes as she took a deep breath. “You’ll be my first…in all aspects. Unless you keep me waiting and the wild side of me decides to take matters into my own hand.”

Quinn couldn’t help but smile, her tenacious spirit warming his heart. He never dreamed he and Rogan would find a woman that tempted both of their desires, but Tayen continued to amaze him. “Great to know. Now relax, and I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Quinn nodded at Rogan and the man gained Tayen’s attention, drawing her close for a kiss that had Quinn’s cock tightening further. Damn, if he didn’t act quickly, Tayen might just have to hold true to her threat.

He clenched his jaw and spread more lube on his fingers, working one fully inside her. He could feel her tense at his intrusion, but the tightness slowly passed and he was able to insert a second, gently scissoring them apart. Tayen moaned and moved into his hand, a husky plea lighting the air.

Rogan continued to draw circles on her back, nibbling her neck and shoulder as Quinn pulled her cheeks apart and nudged her tiny rosette. Fire raced along his spine as the head of his cock stopped, then popped inside, sliding smoothly past her tight ring of muscles into the snug channel.

“Damn, Tayen. You’re so tight. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Her only reply was a sound that wasn’t quite a purr or a growl. He paused, wondering if he’d entered her too quickly, when she levered back on him, sinking him completely inside.

“Ah, darling. You look so fucking hot with Quinn behind you, that pretty ass of yours in the air.” Rogan’s hands smoothed down her back, squeezing each buttock. “I can’t wait until it’s my turn.”