More than Truth (Arcane Crossbreeds) (28 page)

“Nuh-uh.” Tag reached around and slid the zipper of her slacks down. His lips followed in the wake of the material as he lowered the loosened band over her hips. “Naughty baby’s not wearing any panties.”

“No panties?” Vin breathed against her neck.

There was no way she was going to admit they had become too uncomfortable to wear these last few days. She was too sensitive. Too needy. Even half lost to the biological imperative to mate, Brit was not going to give Tag that kind of ammunition.

Vin slid his chest against her breasts, making her nipples tighten to the point of pain. It divided her attention, weakened her focus. She wanted something more—craved it.

Brit twisted her hips against Tag as he pushed her slacks down to pool around her bare feet. His mouth left a wet trail down one cheek of her ass before he nipped the flesh. Hard.

“Behave.”

Brit cried out at the small pain that shot through her. It felt…right. “More.”

The room tipped and spun, temporarily disorienting her as Vin lifted her over his shoulder. The heat of his naked skin against hers drove her yearning for them higher, built the need to feel more of them. They’d barely made it through the bedroom door before Brit angled her body back and down to wrap her legs around his waist. The scent at his neck was so heady she buried her face into the curve of his shoulder and ran her tongue over the salty, warm flesh so eager to taste him—to consume him. The sound that escaped her was inhuman, and she bit into the taut muscle beneath her lips.

He made a primal noise, and it rumbled against her breasts, making them tingle in anticipation. Vin turned, cupped her ass with both hands, and slammed her into the wall next to the bedroom door, pinning her with his pelvis. She gasped, the jarring of the movement fired through her, and she gripped him tighter around his hips, locking her ankles at the base of his spine. She could feel the pulse of his cock pressed hard between her legs. Or maybe she was the one pulsing. It was hard to tell when her blood pumped so heavy and thick beneath her skin.

He devoured her, biting and licking at her lips, his big hands clenched on the cheeks of her ass, pulling her tight to him. Brit curled her fingers, her nails pricking his skin as she tried to get closer. A frustrated mewl rose from her when she couldn’t seem to get close enough. She wanted to crawl inside, to be completely drenched in the scent and feel of him. This feeling was more than anything she could have ever theorized. It was intense and consuming. Too much and yet not enough.

Brit ripped her mouth away from his and threw her head back with a whimper, grinding her hips harder into his. Vin lifted her higher against his stomach and fumbled beneath the spread of her thighs to release his cock. He used the blunt tip to stroke over her pussy once before he slammed home with one brutal twist of his hips.

Her scream was feral, and she would have been mortified at the sound if she hadn’t been too overwhelmed by the feel of him so deep inside her. He held her there, the slight rise of his chest against hers the only movement. She tried to move against him, but he held her too tightly, kept her pinned against the wall.

“Vin,” Brit pleaded, teasing the corner of his full lips with her tongue. “Please.”

His hazel eyes were shadowed in the darkness of the bedroom as he stared down at her, his expression so penetrating and dominant she couldn’t look away. The thick tip of his erection pulsed against the mouth of her womb, and her pussy rippled convulsively around him, the promise of an orgasm taunting her. So close, yet out of reach. He shifted his body away from hers to lap at first one nipple and then the other. Warmth flooded around him inside her, and she knew he could feel it. Those damp lips lifted in one corner in a blatant expression of satisfaction before he lapped at her again, not taking her aching nipples fully into his mouth. He stroked the flat of his tongue over each peak over and over until her entire body quivered against him.

Vin turned and braced his back against the wall. Brit clung to his shoulders, the movement abrupt. Arms caught her, settled her back against the solid breadth of a chest. Tag. She relaxed against him, letting him lift her arms away from Vin’s shoulders and place them around his neck.

“Hold on tight, baby.” Tag growled the words into her ear and turned her face to his for a consuming kiss, swallowing the sound of her cry when Vin pulled out a bare inch and slammed back into her, jarring her body into Tag’s.

“Fuck, baby.”
The words glided through her mind, the communication even more intimate than before. She could feel Vin there, shadowing Tag’s mind in hers. It felt as though all three of them were together.
“The taste of your pleasure is amazing.”
He licked at her parted lips and slid his hands down her arms to cup her breasts, stroking his thumbs over the aching tips.

Vin’s fingers tightened on her hips, holding her for another short, rough thrust followed by another. And another. Each movement was a measured snap of his hips. The pleasure was sharp, driving into her, radiating over her skin like a chill, drawing her nipples into harder points. Tag’s chuckle was barely more than a gust of breath against the corner of her mouth. When Vin’s next thrust came, Tag pinched the peak of each breast between his thumb and forefinger.

An orgasm streaked through her, stealing her breath. She arched and gasped, panting for air against Tag’s neck. That sharp edge of pleasure that held her didn’t abate; it only grew more piercing.

“Very pretty, baby,” Tag purred against her temple; one hand smoothed over her stomach to rest just beneath her belly button. “But you’re going to have to do better— much, much better than that. We want you to feel that tension rise through your whole body.”

Vin was still thick inside her, his focus and control heavy in her mind.
“We want you to feel it fill your throat, to roar with it.”

Roar? Something tightened inside her as Vin angled her hips down and slid his hands beneath her knees. His biceps bulged as he held her thighs apart, and he lowered his gaze to focus intently on where their bodies merged. Knowing he watched how her body separated around his only made the act that much more sensuous. Brit tightened her arms around Tag’s neck. She was spread open—vulnerable—suspended between them. She felt helpless, the feeling frightening and yet oddly freeing. Up until now, she hadn’t known she’d craved the difference.

Chapter Twenty

Tag was so hard he hurt, but this time around, he and Vin needed to keep control of the mating. That meant making sure Brit was not able to focus, to analyze the situation. Besides, what man wanted his every move dissected during sex?

He could feel Vin’s unshakeable concentration. It was why they’d decided he would be first. Tag couldn’t be certain he would have the control needed to push her to the point they needed her. In order for a Drachon male to finish the deed during a mating, the female had to emit a specific sound frequency. He’d heard it was the most incredible sensation to feel a mate’s roar on your skin.

The very thought had his balls drawing up tight between his legs and his cock pulsing so hard he thought he might come in anticipation alone. He hadn’t been marked yet, so that was still a distinct possibility. Tag tried to build lines of code in his mind to distract himself, but the concentration he needed dissolved at the sight of her pale body stretched between them, and at the sound of her breathy moan each time his brother slammed into her. He couldn’t resist looking down at where her pussy was so pink and open, her clit swollen and peeking out from beneath its hood.

Tag braced her back with one hand and slid the other down the smooth expanse of her belly to that rosy little clit. Her soft folds were shiny with her fluids, and he slicked his fingers over them, circling her nub. Her moans grew louder with each circle, her hips rocking up against his touch. With a wicked smile, he slid the tip of his middle finger around the edges of her throbbing clit one more time and then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.

Her scream resonated in the room, and her body arched impossibly between him and Vin as she came, harder this time. Her frustrated moaning and panting sounded like she didn’t get much relief. That meant they were doing their job right.

“You better let her mark you.
She’s close, Tag.”

Yeah, he could feel it. Drachon matings were known to go on for hours, but they’d been in heat for days, torturing each other with the burn of it. Now her heat was peaking too quickly. Her face was flushed, and with her pale skin that blush extended down over her breasts and the delicious rise of her soft belly. Her thighs shook in Vin’s hands. It was the most beautiful sight Tag had seen in his entire fucked-up life.

“Let’s take her to the bed.”
Tag sent the thought to Vin, careful to exclude Brit from the communication. Pulling her off his brother, Tag cradled her in his arms and turned for the big bed that dominated the room. She curled into his neck and whimpered. He found the way her small body trembled sexy as hell. He stood there for a long moment, absorbing the addictive tremors and soaking up the sense of vulnerability that came off her in waves. It appealed to him in a very big way.

Fuck! He’d thought to tease her, to draw it out, but she’d never last that long. Her fingers stroked absently over his skin sending little shivers down his stomach to tighten around the base of his cock. Hell,
he’d
never last that long.

Those sharp nails dug high into his chest, and Tag froze. His heart took a dive as he stared down into her face. The pale blue of her eyes surrounded the elliptical pupil, her gaze predatory. She was challenging him. Again. Taunting him with the promise of a mating mark. His dragon rose up hard in response, accepting the challenge.

Tag held her stare as he lowered her to the bed, careful not to dislodge her mating claws. A thrill winged through him. She wouldn’t be a weak mate. She would test and push both him and Vin every day for the rest of their lives. For the first time in a long time, the future stretched out in front Tag with promise instead of emptiness. But first, he had to prove himself.

A smile split his lips.

His stubborn little doctor wanted to test him. Tag would give her exactly what she wanted, give her everything he had. He felt his brother sprawl across the bed next to them, knew his awareness shadowed them.

Tag pressed his palm against her hand, holding it to his chest, savoring the tiny bite of pain from her mating claws. With his other hand, he reached between them and slid the engorged tip of his cock through the slick evidence of her pleasure. She was so wet, and he dampened his penis by stroking through the folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned with each gliding caress against her clit.

“Open your eyes, baby. Watch me. Stay with me.” He didn’t slam into her like he wanted. No, he was careful to keep his thrust unhurried and steady, not stopping until he was completely surrounded. She raised her knees higher around his hips, and he slid in another inch. His withdrawal was just as achingly slow. Then, again, he leisurely surged in and withdrew until only the head of his penis connected them.

Over and over he maintained that excruciating pace. She was swollen and sensitive from Vin, and Tag took full advantage of that, angling his hips to press and drag his cock over the spot that made her gasp and tremble. Her mating claws kneaded his chest with each advance and retreat, her breath sawing in and out of her throat.

She cried out and rippled around him, clenching her eyes shut as another orgasm ratcheted up the tension another notch. One more, maybe two. He could give her that, make her go past her endurance before he was beyond his. Without the endorphins from being marked, his own orgasm tightened around his balls, threatening his control. He wouldn’t give in to the need to lose himself in her. This was about dominance. Control. Stamina.

“Look at me, Brit,” Tag commanded, touching his forehead to hers, holding her gaze. Her mind churned and twisted against his, having gone past coherent thought. “I can give you everything you need.”

Sweat trickled down the center of his spine to settle between the cheeks of his ass, but he held his concentration, kept his pace steady. In and out in slow, gliding motions. Her legs shook violently on either side of his hips, and she clutched at the blankets with her free hand. Keeping his languid tempo, he reached down, pulled her hand away from the sheet and threaded his fingers through hers.

“You can hold on to me, baby. I’m right here. My life is yours.”

Brit licked her lips, their faces so close he could taste her breath.

Her face was flushed, her pale eyes unfocused, but her gaze clung to his with a rising desperation that was tinted with a faint hint of fear.

“My heart is yours. Feel it. Strong.” He pressed her hand tighter to his chest, feeling the beat of his own heart through her small palm. He matched each thrust and retreat to the thud of it. In.
Thump, thump
. Out.
Thump, thump
. In.
Thump, thump
. Out.
Thump, thump
. She pulsed around him again with a whimper. Her claws sank deeper, and Tag almost lost his rhythm. She was nearing the edge. Tag felt Vin’s mind ripple against his, knew his brother could feel it too.

As soon as she marked him, they would finish this, finally make her theirs. That thought gave him the endurance he needed to keep going, to force her submission. Her palm twitched, her fingers dragging down his chest. Inside him his dragon shifted, demanding he push her just a bit further to ensure her complete submission.

Tag stilled her hand when she tried to mark him. His heart surged against his ribs as it slammed crazily in his chest. In just a moment, she would belong to him, and he wanted to draw it out. He snapped his hips, pressing her into the mattress with each frantic thrust, slamming the headboard against the wall with the force. A coil of pleasure tightened and shook low in his spine, a sign of his impending orgasm, and still he pushed it until he felt himself slip over the edge. With a groan, he released his grip on her hand and felt the rending of his flesh as she marked him. Before he fell into the bliss of release, it sprang back as though at the end of a cable. Tag rolled to his back, bringing Brit up over him, her pussy throbbing heavily around his cock. He panted. His pulse raced.