Captive Wolf (Werewolf Erotic Romance) (Amber in Darkness #1) (7 page)

But there were small pink spots too, like new, healing flesh from old wounds. She touched her lips to one, then another, working her way up his chest, nibbling along his sternum, inhaling his maleness.

Her body was buzzing, reckless and alive with the insistent throb in her loins. Oh God, she couldn't believe she was doing this. Not with a guy built like this, another werewolf no less. And with Austin right there.

She pushed Scott's shirt off his broad shoulders and it fell to the ground. Then she paused, and looked up at him, one finger tracing the jagged gash of a scar marring his shoulder. It looked deep, starting just below his nipple, stretching up over his collar bone, and disappearing down his shoulder blade. No human would live long enough to have such a brutal reminder.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing."

It was a lie of course. Any wound that extended further than the palm of her hand would be the exact opposite of
nothing
. It would have taken months for him to recover from such a strike, as bone reknitted, muscles reattached, and organs healed. Regardless of his supernatural abilities, it was so close to his heart, she was perplexed that he had survived at all.

Shaking his head, he pulled her hand away. Then he flipped her palm up and rubbed his thumb over the triangle shaped burn in her flesh.

His eyes flicked up to hers. "Who did this?"

Please
, she thought.
Don't let him ask that
. It would just make things even more complicated. She didn't want to think about
them
right now. If anything, the grim possibilities just made her desire flare in response: urgent, determined, hasty. There might never be another chance for her. It had to be now.

"I guess we all have our secrets." Shrugging out of his grip, she slid her fingertips into the waistband of his jeans. "Can I help you out of these?"

He squinted back at her but amusement flashed on his face. "Sure."

Austin cleared his throat. Amber glanced back to find the vampire's eyes glittering and eager as she unbuckled Scott's belt.

"Impatient are we?" She gave a giggle before freeing the clasp and hastily pulling the fly down.

A graceful fingertip traced down her back, sending delightful shivers through her spine. Austin touching her, finally. Gentle and encouraging, urging her on.

Then he hummed under his breath as Scott's large cock sprang free from his pants. "He is gorgeous."

It wasn't easy to look away from the mouthwatering erection, but her eyes darted to Austin, just for a second. The point of a sharp, white tooth pressed into his pale lip, exposing his fascination, his hunger. A flush of heat sent a thrill up her spine. They were all drifting closer now, heady and saturated with scent; the three of them, skirting the edge of a cliff.

Scott laughed, stepping out of his clothes. "Get a good look while you can." He ran his fingers over the curve of Austin's hip. "Because I'm going to bury this in you."

Air hissed through Austin's teeth as Scott's hand moved to the cleft of his rear. Then his index finger traced down his crack, toying as the vampire sighed. Austin rolled onto his stomach and gyrated his hips, a devilish smile on his face.

"There's lube in my pocket." Austin nodded at the crumpled heap of clothes on the floor.

"Austin! You brought lube?" Amber gasped, setting her hand on Austin's bare shoulder. She couldn't explain why the thought made a flush creep into her cheeks. Just that it settled somewhere between being mortified and being turned on.

She looked back at Scott who had stooped to retrieve Austin's pants.

"Good thing he did." Scott rifled through the pockets, and then produced the small bottle he was looking for. "I would have been tempted to just spit in my hand." He slicked lube over his cock. "Vampires like it rough, right?"

Austin shot him a baleful look. "Wolf drool. No thanks."

Scott snorted and moved behind Austin. "Up," he said in short commanding tone. "Lift your ass."

"What? No foreplay?"

Scott gripped Austin's hips and yanked him up on his knees. "I'm not here to pamper you." He grinned but his brows angled downward over his dark eyes and his canine teeth seemed more pronounced, sharp.

Amber gaped, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene that was unfolding before her. She'd seen Austin naked plenty of times, but never like this: vulnerable, on his knees, with the dominant presence of a man about to penetrate him.

Of course, Austin had done this before. But in her fantasies she always imagined sex between men being gentler, emotional, tender. Not what was happening here. Seeing it firsthand brought out new possibilities. Ones that hadn't occurred to her before, but they were enticing, darkly provocative.

What had begun between the three of them with fits and starts, testing boundaries—first aggressive, then apprehensive, then passionate—was now unstoppable. Full throttle toward a dizzying precipice.

Scott gripped his cock and maneuvered it to the indent of Austin's ass. His lip curled and a growl rolled through his chest as he applied more pressure; tensing, grinding, pushing against the tender entrance.

Austin's brows furrowed and his jaw slackened. A groan escaped from his mouth. Then his eyes popped open; his lips drew back, baring sharp canines as a silent cry washed over his face.

Amber covered her mouth. Their teeth. Austin's were more pronounced, of course, but she sensed Scott's feral edge: sharper teeth, stronger scent, darker eyes. The slight changes he might not even be aware of. He wasn't going to transform. She knew that. But part of him must have wanted to.

As for Austin, he wore a pained look on his pale face. She wanted to stop them, to cradle him in her arms, to comfort him like he'd done for her so many times in the past. But as Scott's cock slowly disappeared in Austin's rear, a smile twisted on the vampire's lips.

"Yes," he moaned. "Take me like you own me."

"All in good time," Scott murmured. Then his eyes flashed to Amber. "Take your panties off and come here." He motioned with a decisive flick of his hand.

She obeyed him, quickly stepping out of her shoes before slipping her stockings off, then her lacy black panties.

"The skirt?" She glanced up from her bent position.

He shook his head.

A blush crept into her cheeks. Strangely, being naked under the short piece of cloth seemed more erotic than if she'd stripped completely nude. Her exposed ass cheeks tingled, barely covered by the dark skirt.

But as she stood, her gaze locked on Austin's ass and the shadowed crease leading down to where Scott's fine hair crowned the base of his cock. There she only saw skin stretched taut where Scott was, in fact, buried in him.

Scott's hand gripped her chin, forcing her face to him. He kissed her, lips brushing hers, brief and fleeting in between thrusts into Austin. His hand snaked under her skirt. She trembled, needy, aching for him as his fingers found her wet folds.

Amber set her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself against Scott's rocking body. With the same momentum, both his hips and his hand thrust, increasing the tempo. His strong fingers penetrated her, limber and demanding, curling upward with the aid of her wetness.

All the earlier awkwardness, the nagging questions, the doubts, faded into the background behind the insistent throbbing pleasure in her loins. It was impossible for one man to take both of them at once, but he was doing his damnedest.

Scott was nothing short of amazing, she decided. Resting her face against his neck, she tasted the sweat, felt the firm flexing of his muscles, the beat of his pulse. He growled, nostrils flaring as he drove his cock into Austin and his fingers into her.

A tremor rocked her, surprising her with a violent twinge of pleasure. Her hand swept down to brace on Austin's hip. He felt cool under the heat of her arousal, familiar. How long had it been since she'd fantasized about touching his naked body, dreamt about him ravishing her like Scott was currently doing to him?

Her fingers traced down under him, following the contours of his lean muscles. Then she brushed his smooth cock and a gasp sucked through his teeth.

There had always been distance between them, despite the tangible tension and shameless flirtation. She'd agonized about that for so long, wondering if it could ever be crossed. But now, with Scott's help, the thin wall between them had eroded with the simple touch of her fingertips along his tender length.

With a flick of his blond hair, Austin glanced back at her, his jaw clenched in what she could only describe as uncontrolled ecstasy. But he didn't protest as she gripped him, curling her hand around his hard shaft.

Scott ground his hand against her, plunging his fingers inside her. A wave of vertigo washed over her for a moment and she rolled her head back. Never had she imagined how good it would feel to touch Austin, to share her desires with him. With both of them. Sparks of pleasure flared in her nerves.

As intensity built inside her, she watched Scott ramming into Austin and she imagined it was her being taken instead, being used mercilessly. First by the dark werewolf, then the golden haired vampire.

Austin's cock lurched in her hand; he made an incomprehensible sound in his throat. Maybe it was a word, or it could have been the cry of an animal. She couldn't guess. What she did know was that he was moving faster now: driving himself into her hand and thrusting his ass back against Scott's invasion.

Drawing along his length, her wrist motion quickened, working his cock. Austin panted out short gasps, writhing, his body heaving between the two of them. A breath caught in his throat. His cock quivered and then jerked hard, spilling his seed over Amber's fingers, quaking and spurting into the bedding beneath him.

Scott chuckled as he flexed his fingers inside her. "You're next."

"Really?" she murmured into Scott's shoulder, still amazed that Austin had let her touch him. For one glorious moment, she held his pleasure and the proof was slick on her skin.

"I insist." Scott touched his lips to her forehead.

"I don't know—"

But his fingers
were
insistent. And they were dexterous and firm, fucking her as thoroughly as any cock ever had. Soon she was squirming, begging him with hoarse whispers, as he took Austin with a slow, methodical rhythm. The vampire sagged on the bed, pressing his face into the blankets, his blond hair veiling him.

Amber gasped; her knees flinched, threatening to buckle, but she held on to Scott, righting herself. A long shudder danced up her spine, followed by shorter throbs, focused, closer, intensified at her core. She cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and spots bloomed in the darkness.

"Oh God," she panted, opening her eyes to stare up at him: unfocused, bright.

Sweat dampened his hair, weighing it down so it fell over his brow. His pace slowed and he withdrew from her. Then he lifted his wet fingers to his mouth and meticulously licked his skin.

"You taste as good as you smell."

She smiled and kissed the edge of his jaw but her legs wobbled under her, threatening to collapse with each delicious aftershock. With a deep satisfied sigh, she sat down on the edge of the bed.

So now it was Scott's turn, and he seemed to know it. Amber even thought he might have been holding himself back. But now he leaned over Austin, glowering and bearing down on him, increasing the driving force of his hips.

Amber scooted herself back on the bed until she was sitting in front of Austin's bowed head. She brushed the lanky hair from his brow.

"You okay?"

"Yes," he said in a raspy voice. "Feels great. I'm just tired."

Amber gently caressed Austin's hand and he splayed his fingers, intertwined them with hers. She stroked her thumb over his knuckles, feeling him tense from the thrusts. A small whine blew from his lips.

Scott's breath was coming hard now and he wrapped his arms around Austin, a rough bear hug with one forearm under the vampire's chin. His other arm pressed against the vampire's mouth.

"Go ahead."

Austin looked back, his eyes wide with a silent question. His hand trembled in Amber's hand.

"Do it before I change my mind."

That was all the urging Austin needed. His lips pulled back, exposing his gleaming porcelain fangs. Then in a flash they were gone, plunging into Scott's wrist. The vampire latched on to the flesh like a dying man at an oasis, desperate, suckling, whimpering like an animal.

Amber knew the bite must have hurt—they always did, even once you got used to it. But Scott didn't show it. Instead, a new light burned in his eyes, feral, menacing. Fucking Austin harder, like he was punishing him.

She'd never seen it from this vantage point, but the changes in Austin were fascinating. First, the rush of new blood in his veins stood out against his pale skin, like the fine roots of a plant, thin tendrils creeping. Then the color spread, evening out, and his pallor was gone, replaced by healthy pink skin. His muscles tensed, bunching and rippling, and the hand that held hers flexed, his fingers gripping with renewed strength.

And he was warm. No, he was feverishly hot.

Austin took long measured gulps, his throat pulsing under his newly pink skin. The veins in Scott's arm stood out; a trickle of blood ran down to the bend of his elbow, dripping dark spots on the bed. Once again, their coupling was captivating and she couldn't tear her eyes away. But this wasn't like before. Now it was darker. Brutal. Beautifully raw.

Scott's head whipped back; his face strained as his hips bucked hard. Then a low growl rolled from his throat: deep, long, bestial. A vein bulged along his temple and his eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck," he moaned, the word trailing off with a harsh jerk.

An intense wave of emotional heat surged from him, causing Amber to flinch. But before she could decipher if it was from pleasure or pain, his back arched and his body spasmed with a rough rhythm. His breath blew out; his face fell against Austin's neck, and he lay for a moment, his chest heaving.

"Austin." Amber gave the vampire a squeeze. "That's enough."