Wet For Her Warriors (Book 5 of the WILD -- Warriors Intense in Love & Domination -- Boys of Special Forces) (13 page)

Times like this.

When his gaze
locked onto the eyes, deep and gold and more familiar than his own, he
swallowed. And wondered if there was still a way to summon the freight train,
instead.

Logic stomped on
his alarm. If Tait was going to mess this up for he and Lani, the guy would
have done so already. Instinct as sure as his heartbeat assured him of that,
the same way he knew Tait had his six on the decision to hold off on spanking
Lani. He tossed a thankful smirk at Tait. His buddy returned the look, his way
of not only apologizing for the asshat behavior of the other morning but submitting
his approval about fulfilling the goddess in any and every way she needed.

While he watched
from where he was.

Ohhhh yeah. That
assurance was written across Tait’s face, too. Kellan saw it in the rigid set
of T’s jaw, the brightened glints in his gaze. He wondered exactly what had
gone down when Lani visited the guy this afternoon. The two of them hadn’t
screwed; the stark longing on T’s face wouldn’t be so pronounced otherwise. Whatever
had
gone down, it turned Tait into tonight’s eager voyeur, staring at
Lani like a forest butterfly who’d lead them to a plant that cured cancer. The
heights of her journey were the key to his happiness. Tait gave a slow but firm
nod confirming that fact, openly encouraging Kellan to go on.

Kellan gave his
buddy a sardonic salute. If T was up for this, he sure as hell was.

There was just one
more approval box to have checked off here. The most important one.

“My starshine.”
He made it a verbal caress to go with his gliding knuckles down her spine. He
kept his other hand between her legs, gently stroking the moist petals there.

“Mmmm?” she queried,
trembling from head to toe again.

“So, no
spanking. What
am
I going to do with you, sweetheart?”

She gave him a
coquettish peek over her shoulder. “You could just chase me again.”

He responded
with a low growl, slipping both hands back to her waist again. She broke into a
yelp as he tugged back hard, raising her ass to the level of his cock. Holy
hell, did his body get on board with that geometry lesson. His dick pushed
against his fly, clamoring for the fastest way to angle its way straight inside
her. With gritted teeth, he sent his balls to detention.

Get out the
chalk and start writing, guys. “I will not think of fucking her this soon…I
will not think of fucking her this soon…I will not—”

“Nope. No more
chasing, sweetheart. I think I just want to fuck you.”

He was never good
at detention.

“Ohhhh.” Her
answering moan was tinged with a little bit of lingering fear and a lot of
burgeoning arousal. “That…sounds like an interesting plan.”

“Interesting is
only half of it.”

“Oh?” She let
the end of that trail into a meaningful sigh, staring over her shoulder as he
tore off his shirt and tossed it into the ferns. He couldn’t resist slamming
his chest to her spine once more, then dropping a hungry bite into her
shoulder. A savage hiss exploded off her lips. She reared against him, inciting
his cock with her ass again. When she started rolling her hips with sensual
abandon, desire tore at his control.

“Fuck,” he
rasped. It seemed their hunter-and-prey adventure turned her on more than he
thought. Sure enough, when he slipped his grip inside her bikini top, her
nipple stabbed his fingers, so beautifully stiff. It hardened more as he adored
it with reverent squeezes. Lani stilled as he teased her there, erupting in
another high, needful sigh.

“Mmmm. Your tits
tell me you like the idea of ‘interesting,’ sweetheart. Of letting me take you
here in the middle of the jungle…of fucking you like an animal on the ground.”

“Yes.” Her acquiescence
was a rough sough on the air. The raw need in it thickened every drop of his
blood, especially the stuff pounding harder in his dick.  “Yes,” she echoed, renewing
her sexy hip rolls, making him pound even harder, “take me like this, Kellan.
Fill me. Fuck me!”

Holy shit, the
woman talked nasty like nobody he’d ever met. Her dirty pleas made him bring
his other hand around so he could unhook her swimsuit and set her breasts free.
The swells burst into his hands, stuffing them full. Her erect nipples felt fucking
incredible against his palms. He rolled and tugged on the hard stems until she bucked
harder. Her passion drove his head down, diving at her neck, suckling until he
found his way to her ear again. 

“What was that?”
he teased. “You want me to fuck you? Rut hard on you right here?”

“Yes. Dear gods,
yes!”

“Even if that
means other creatures may be watching us?”

“Other…creatures?”
She practically panted the words. “Like the animals?”

He skimmed one
hand down toward her pussy again. “No, sweetheart. Like…another man.”

She went still
for a long moment. Her head raised a little. He watched the silver swirls of
her gaze as she darted it through the ferns—but he’d bet his left nut that she
wouldn’t see a thing. The art of subterfuge was as natural as walking to a
Special Forces soldier. Tait had already blended himself with the forest.

“He’s here,
starshine,” he finally murmured. “You can’t see him, but you can feel him, just
as I can, right?”

“Wh-who?”

“You already
know the answer to that.”

He leaned in
again, trailing his mouth along the elegant line of her jaw while once more
dipping his fingers between her thighs. Her face rumpled, caught in a battle
between astonishment and arousal. “Shit,” she whimpered. “Oh, shit!”

Maybe she needed
a little help with her vacillation. Who was he to leave a damsel in distress,
especially this one? But genteel wasn’t the proper tactic for this moment. She
had to be shown how the night would proceed, if she was going to give her
consent about things moving on from here.

Without
preamble, he wrapped her hair around a fist and pulled her head to one side.
She gasped in deeper surprise, and he had to admit to shocking himself a little
with the action. While he’d always liked dancing at the edge of his inner Dom,
he’d never fully pulled on the boots and let himself stomp to the primal beat
of that commanding force—until tonight.

It was kind
of…incredible.

Maybe more than
incredible.

All right, it
was fucking awesome.

But he wasn’t an
idiot. His sexual high was possible only because of the woman in his arms,
answering his aggression with breathtaking fire. Her nipples beaded even
harder. Her eyelids drooped in arousal. Her lips parted, gleaming like
strawberries, inviting him to taste as deeply as he desired.

He hesitated
about two seconds before succumbing to that temptation.

She tasted amazing.
Even better than the first time he’d ever claimed her lips, during that magical
night in the rain. This moment was drenched in so much more meaning, sweetened
by the nectar of her surrender, perfected by the comprehension that Tait
watched it all. He heard every needy cry that escaped her throat…smelled the
tangy musk of her spiraling need…saw every gleam of the moonlight on her nearly
naked body, so bronze and beautiful and ready to be fucked. And he shared every
second of torture that Kellan endured in holding back from doing so.

He let out a
hard groan. His pants felt like a goddamn iron cage, every movement taunting
his cock. The denim was already damp from his pre-cum, which seemed to have
tapped a bottomless pool somewhere in his balls.
Dandy
.

“You know why
he’s here, right, starshine?” He saw that she did, smiling a little when her
breathing audibly hitched. “He wants to watch me fuck you.  He wants to watch
me drive my cock into your cunt like an unthinking beast. And sweetheart,
that’s what I’ll become if we go any further.” He kissed her softly. “The
choice is yours. I think you can guess where my vote goes.”

She attempted a
trickling laugh at that, but was drowned by her obvious torment. Kell didn’t
blame her for the indecision. He even understood it. That didn’t mean he could
wait on it a lot longer. If he wasn’t inside her soon, then the alternative was
a long, cold dunk in the ocean. Either alternative had to happen fast.

Maybe he could
help her reach this verdict, too.

He’d been
resting a hand inside the top edge of her bikini bottoms. Now he dipped it
lower, parting the trimmed curls at her apex, seeking the warmth of the hot
grotto beyond. Lani moaned as the tip of his middle finger found the sensitive
ring at her core.

“Holy fuck,
starshine. You’re soaking wet just from the idea of all this.”

“Oh,” she
squeaked in return. “Ohhhh gods, that’s…”

“What?” He
teased her vagina as he spoke over her harsh gasp. “What is it, Lani? Are you
speaking for the pussy that wants to be fucked here, or the body that wants to be
carried home and fucked in bed?” He rolled his finger, spreading her entrance
wider, pushing in a second finger. Her body clamped on him in welcome, making
him roll his eyes toward the trees in silent exigency at the friend he could
still feel out there. Oh, yeah. T was still here. He heard his partner’s snicker
on the breeze, a sound discernible only to him since Lani was oblivious,
judging by the sexy bucks of her hips and the urgent trembles of her shoulders.

“
Kahaha
.”
Her voice bumped all over the entreaty. “Kellan, please!”

He kissed her
spine between her shoulder blades, and murmured, “I’m here, sweetheart. Right
here. You just need to tell me what you need and when you want it. What’s it
going to be?”

Lani had never
taken funny drugs in her life—though she wondered if the herbal tea she’d iced down
for dinner had been laced with some extra “limbo leaves” from one of the
island’s “special” gardens. Her blood hummed in her ears and zinged through her
clit. Her heart sprinted against her ribs. Her whole body felt transported,
lost in a world where all she wanted was more of the dark-eyed man who
commanded every beat of her blood…and the golden-eyed man who watched him doing
it.

Reality? Oh
yeah, that. She stormed her mind for it, even scrabbled her hands at the ground,
hoping the cool moss would help her get a grip on her mind again. No damn chance.
She was helpless, a willing pawn of Kellan’s hands and voice and kisses.
Powerless against needing his body, so huge and magnificent, looming against
her.  Defenseless against the thoughts, so carnal and naughty, of Tait
witnessing everything they were doing.

“Ohhhh, gods.”
And she’d thought the events of this afternoon were her direct ticket to Hell? At
this point, the demons had drilled a hole straight down and planned on throwing
her in.

 “What is it,
starshine?” Kellan’s lips were at her nape again. His hand tightened in her
hair. He pumped his fingers deeper into her sex. “Talk to me, Lani. Tell me.
Talk to me.”

“I’m—I’m
afraid.”

“Of what?” He
pressed closer, surrounding her in his warmth. He glided his mouth down her
right shoulder. “Of this? Of us?”

“N-no.”
Crap
.
She sounded so small and unsure. This was insane.
Small
? The boobs and
hips she inherited from Mom ensured that she didn’t do “small.” And she sure as
hell
didn’t do unsure. But here she was, stammering out, “I’m afraid of—of—oh,
shit!”

Her electrified
gasp was a reaction to his teeth on the back of her arm—and the third finger he
fitted into her vagina. God help her, the man had learned all of her sexual
weak spots in just three days.

“Afraid of
what?” His murmur was shaded in a teasing tone. Smug bastard.

“I’m afraid of
what you’ll think of me…if I want this. If I—I like it.” She cried out in
pleasure as he thrust his fingers farther in. “Ohhh, damn you!”

His wicked
chuckle thickened the air. “If you like it? Starshine, I think you’re past the
point of ‘liking it’. Your pussy is dripping for me…coating me.” He scooped
them around her tunnel in a tight circle, as if needing to swipe every drop. “You
may even need this.”

“Damn it!” her
breath escaped on a quivering thread. “But I—I can’t—”

“What?” he
countered. “Need it? Want it? Like it? Why?” He felt amazing. All of him. His
hand in her sex. His thighs framing hers. His mouth traveling the valley
between her shoulder blades so he could tantalize the skin of her other arm.
“Because it doesn’t make you a ‘good girl’?” He growled in answer to her
desperate cry. “There’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart. You
are
good,
Lani. So beautiful, amazing, sexy…and so damn good for me. And now, even good
for Tait, too.” He whipped her hair over, yanking her head to the other side
before slamming his lips to her ear again. “Help me bring my friend back to
life, Lani.” His rasp was a beautiful blend of command and appeal. “If we show
T how life is celebrated, in the most perfect and primal way there is…if we
help him remember how good it can be to feel like this…maybe he’ll wake up this
time.”

She cut him off
with a sob and a laugh mixed, with the same crazy mix of emotions as the source.
His words were like a spell on her soul, though his fingers were still a
thrumming taunt to her body. The combination ignited her, illuminating so much,
setting her free. Her senses. Her soul. Her inhibitions.

“Yes.” She
smiled as the word left her lips. “Yes…yes!”

Hell. Maybe that
tea
was
spiked with giggle grass. None of this made sense. She should be
running. Racing away and telling these men to go back to their own house. This
woman, who was letting Kellan slide off both halves of her swimsuit, wasn’t
her. This creature, cognizant of the man who now stepped through the bushes to
get a better view of them, wasn’t her, either. But most of all, she didn’t
recognize the woman’s heart that beat in time to both men’s harsh breaths,
filled with the yearning to please them both, aching with the desire to serve
them both.

She shouldn’t
want this. She
couldn’t
want it.

It’s just sex.

The refrain echoed
in her head with perfect timing.

Of course. She’d
overthought everything. Why blow it so far out of proportion? This was just an episode
of naughty fun. A fling to fulfill fantasies. All she had to do was keep words
like
heart
,
soul¸
and
needs
out of the equation. And damn,
if she was going to punch her “Voyeur” box on the sexy fun card, why not
indulge with a pair of the most magnificent men fate had ever dropped on this
island?

She sighed high
and deep as Kellan guided her to roll over, stretching her flat to her bed in
the moss. Gods, what an upgrade. The new position enabled her to watch him
unzip his fly. A quick scan of the underbrush still didn’t reveal any sign of
Tait, but she heard him breathing, perhaps from behind her, in heavier huffs.
As Kellan shoved his pants down to his hips, the rasp of Tait’s zipper sliced
the air, too. 

Before Kellan
got completely naked, he reached into his back pocket and slipped out the square
that had turned him into the condom makers’ favorite guy this week. She giggled
as he dropped it to the ground next to her, but fell silent when he arched a
brow. Maybe this was just sex, but he was definitely taking their performance
as a responsibility.

Well, then. Yes,
sir.

Her silent crack
had a sarcastic edge for about a second…before it was silenced by wonderment.

As he knelt
there for a long moment, simply looking at her, only one word in any language
came to her mind.

Wow
.

He was her dark
satyr now more than ever: beautiful, dark, and intense. Streams of moonlight
played across his head, weaving silver strands into the spikes of his hair and mystery
across his noble face. Years of being in Special Forces had turned his arms
into collections of defined muscle, which he positioned at his sides in a
commanding pose. They made a perfect frame for the perfect abs that laddered
his abdomen. At their base was a pair of toned ridges that guided her gaze
right…

There.

She gulped.

His nest of dark
pubic hair supported a breathtaking erection. His cock was already thick and
dark with the force of his arousal, its crown agleam with the milk that
attested to how much he wanted her. Kellan groaned beneath the weight of her
stare, lifting a hand to share his pre-cum with the rest of his taut length. Lani
shifted restlessly, a whimper escaping before she could help it.

“You like this,
starshine?” he asked from gritted teeth. “You enjoy seeing what you do to me,
how badly my dick wants to bury itself in your pretty cunt?” When she nodded
and mewled again, his jaw took on even more rigid lines. “No,” he charged,
“tell me. In words. Look at my face and say it.”

Technically, the
feat required her gaze to shift a few more inches. They might as well have been
a cliff of Waimea. His stare gutted her heart like titanium—and kept going
until it reached her sex. “I—” her throat went dry. She took a deep breath and
started again. “I like it,” she said. “I—I love it. I love looking at your
cock. You’re beautiful, Kellan. So perfectly formed. I want you inside me.”

There was a
rustle from the foliage behind her again. And a single, low groan. She
recognized its timbre at once. Tait was there. She definitely felt him now.
Staring at her nudity. Listening to her words. Watching her about to be fucked
by another man…and from what she could discern by his voice, loving every
second of it.

“Show me.”
Kellan’s mandate swung her attention back to him. He pumped his penis with his
whole hand, expanding the girth he was going to pound into her soon. God, she
hoped
it would be soon. “Show me,” he repeated, “how much your body wants me. Spread
your legs. That’s good. Wider. Yes, sweetheart. Perfect.”

She smiled as he
stepped into the wide V she’d created, close enough for her to see the engorged
veins in his shaft. “It feels good to please you,” she whispered.

He rewarded her
with a gentle smile. “I know. I really do. But there’s someone else you’ve got
to please tonight, remember?”

She flashed a
saucy smirk. “Oh, I haven’t forgotten.”

“Good.” When his
lips took on an audacious angle of their own, alarm skittered down her
spine…and through her pussy. “Because I know for a fact that our ‘guest’ has
special cravings from time to time.”

“Cravings?” She
gulped. “For what?”

Kellan lowered
to his knees. Just watching his quads do the work on that made her sex pulse
all over again, not that she’d openly disclose that tidbit. Her gaze was drawn
back to his face all too fast, anyhow. His intense study was a little
unnerving. “He likes the sight of a woman receiving all the pleasure she can.”

She grinned and
wiggled her hips. “Sounds good to me.”

“He likes to
make sure of that by tying her down.”

Her lips fell.
“Excuse me?”

He stuck out his
lower lip in contemplation. “No movement, no temptation to get in the way of
the pleasure. It does make poetic sense.”

“I’m not a big
fan of poetry.”

Kellan chuckled.
“Not asking you to be.” He lowered a kiss that was soft at first, but grew in
sexy intent as he teased her tongue with the tip of his own. “Why don’t we just
pretend?”

“I don’t
understand.”

Keeping his face
just inches from hers, he reached to secure both her wrists in his hands. His
lips stayed sinful and intentional as he stretched her arms straight out,
making her feel like a splatted butterfly. “Keep them there,” he directed, “as
long as you can.” He brought his own arms back in by trailing his fingertips
along the inner flesh of her wrists and elbows, then across the sides of her
breasts. As he slid his thumbs over her nipples, making her shiver and gasp, he
murmured, “I have to admit, maybe T is onto something You’re pretty damn sexy
like this, my captive island goddess.”

She prepped a
sarcastic comeback but it faded as he dipped his head, capturing one breast then
the other in lingering kisses. Gods, how this man knew how to touch her, to
make her quiver as he added his teeth to that treatment, tugging her nipples
with insistence,  teasing to the point where she wanted just a little more pain
to stoke the fire deep in her pussy…

She brought her
arms up to seize his head, trying to urge him on.

Kellan grabbed
her wrists again. Lowered both of them again. “They call it ‘play bondage’ for
a reason, sweetheart. Is that really all you could take?”

The tender claws
of his fingers made her gasp. “Was that really was your
idea of
‘playing’?”

He pinned her
mouth beneath his in a merciless kiss, finally pulling up to trickle a wicked
laugh along her cheek. “Welcome to my jungle gym.”

She moaned low
and long. The rough cuffs of his hands on her wrists…the stubbled needles of
his jaw on her face…the consuming hulk of his body…if this was the big kids’
playground, she knew why no one ever wanted to leave.

Kell kissed her
again, harder and deeper. She opened willingly for him, letting him jam her
mouth wide, possess her completely with his tongue. Less than a minute of
contact, but oh, how it flipped a strange, permanent, amazing switch in her
psyche. Fighting this was no longer an option she needed—or wanted. The
realization stunned her. He was going to use her. Fuck her. Excite her. Satisfy
her. Offer her, along with himself, as a gift to his friend, helping Tait build
a bridge back to himself. And she was going to let him. Trust him. Expose
herself to both of them in a surrender she’d never allowed a man before, by
letting herself be completely helpless.

Just the
knowledge of it set her free.

“Oh.” Her voice
resounded in her ears, full and vibrant in its new amazement. As Kellan slipped
his grip off her wrists again, she kept them locked down without effort. “Good
girl,” he uttered, pushing the hair from her face and kissing her forehead.
“You
are
my good girl, Lani. So beautiful for me. So open…for us.”

“Yes,” she
whispered. She wanted to say more but the words clogged in her throat. If they
came out now, she’d mean them too much. Care about them too much.
This is
just sex. Just an erotic dream coming true
. The increased huffs from the
bushes behind them, accompanied by the rhythmic sounds of a hand pumping
against flesh, embedded that affirmation deeper. She sighed in response,
lifting her hips toward Kellan. Without taking his eyes from her, he seized the
packet from the ground and freed the condom with one rip. His breaths quickened
as he rolled it over his rigid red stalk.