Wicked Lovers 06.5 Wicked All The Way (14 page)

She bit the fullness of her lower lip. It only took that
instant to make him want to comfort her. But that wasn’t all. Lust to taste her
sweet mouth, touch her, lay her back and—

He shoved the urge down and told his stiff cock to take a
rest.

“I don’t understand.” She blinked up at him. “You want to
train…me?”

“I think you need it. And you deserve it. I admire your
spirit and your grace. I can’t imagine that you want to wilt away, pining for
unrequited love.”

Her mouth pinched. “What’s in it for you? You saw my stupid
display earlier.”

The girl needed reassurance. Liam reached for her and pulled
her into his arms. The act nestled her pillowy breasts against his chest, her
soft curves against his body. An intriguing musky lily scent wafted from her
pale, smooth skin. A vision flashed across his brain of Raine beneath him,
crying out as he fucked his way deep inside her.

Liam sucked in a shocked breath. He forced himself to think
about something else—anything else. Absently, he rubbed her back, his thoughts
racing. What the hell? Sure, he’d thought Raine was stunning when he’d first
arrived at Shadows. Her inky hair and eloquent blue eyes turned heads every
night. But now that he had her close, everything about her called not only to
the Dom in him, but to the man as well. He needed to get his head screwed on
straight, for Hammer’s sake.

“It isn’t your fault. You care for Hammer, and he’s…well,
he’s got a few issues he needs to be sorting out, for sure. While he does,
wouldn’t you like to learn about true submission so you might be ready for him?
Have you ever wished to stretch a bit, find out if you truly have the courage
to submit?”

The way her breath caught before she blushed and jerked her
gaze to the floor again suggested that his idea intrigued her.

Liam curled a finger under her chin, raising her face to his
once more, and had to steel himself against another shocking jolt of lust. “You
have, haven’t you?”

“I want to be what Hammer needs, but I don’t know for
certain that I have the self-discipline to kneel and hold my tongue. I’ve never
had the opportunity to try.” She swallowed, honesty paining her expression.
“But I still don’t understand what’s in it for you.”

“You’re a beauty, for sure. Touching you will be no
hardship, lass.” Right now, he hated how true that was. “From what I’ve seen,
you can be a mouthy wench who would benefit from a red ass now and again.” He
forced himself to wink and grin.

After a split second of waiting for her reaction, her eyes
flashed wide. Then she bestowed on him the sweetest sound he’d heard in months,
her unbridled laughter.

“There’s a girl.” His smile became real. “Let me help you. I
see your need. I enjoy molding and teaching.” He cupped her cheek. “You should
be cherished and nurtured, and I’d be honored to give that to you, Raine. Are
you game?”

Indecision washed over her face. Liam found himself holding
his breath, praying she’d say yes. Hammer needed her…and Liam staggered with
his own need to touch her—at least once. It wasn’t noble, and he wasn’t proud
of it. But she was so damn fuckable, and he was just a man. This lust would
pass.

“You don’t seem like the sort to do something halfway.
You’ll want to lay my soul bare, won’t you? Make me show you all the broken
parts?” She crossed her arms over her chest, nudging him back. “If I show you,
are you going to run like Hammer, too?”

He uncrossed her arms and leaned closer. Now he could hear
her softly indrawn breaths, see her fine trembling. Desire surged. Liam
couldn’t stop himself; he curled a hand around her shoulder, eliminating her
personal space, and brushed his palm down to fasten on the curve of her waist.
“I never run from a challenge I’ve set my mind on. Yes, I intend to split your
soul wide open like a ripe peach, study you until I know well every piece of
the intriguing puzzle you are, down to the last detail, lovely. Then, I mean to
put you back together with my touch and make it worth your while.”

Raine looked half terrified. “Wow, that’s awfully honest.”

“Best to set the expectation up front.”

She let out a deep breath and fidgeted, trying to drop her
gaze once more. He didn’t allow it, lifting her chin again and bending until
their eyes met. “Answer me, Raine. Yes or no?”

“I-I’ve wanted a good Dom. I thought it would be Hammer,
but…” She closed her eyes and frowned.

Liam bit his tongue. She wanted to feel valued above all
else—needed it. He tucked that knowledge in the back of his head and let her
continue. “But?”

“I can’t be less than honest with you. You know where my
heart is. As much as I would love to explore everything you could teach
me—really, I would—I don’t know if I could give you the devotion you deserve.
And I doubt Hammer would ever give his consent, even for you. It might be
better for us all if I just left.”

He trapped her against the counter in an instant, pressing
his body to hers. Her lips parted in question. Her wide gaze jumped to his,
then she focused on his mouth. An electric jolt rattled down his spine. Damn,
she was potent.

Yanking her soft curves flush against the hard ridges of his
body, he ached to dig his fingers into her hair, pull her lips under his, and
eat away at her mouth until she moaned. Liam forced himself to stop. This
wasn’t about him, but Hammer. And Raine.

Dragging in a rough breath, he palmed her nape tenderly with
one hand, fingers teasing the perfect pink shell of her ear with the other
before trailing down to caress her throat. Finally, he settled his hand on her
chest, just above her plump breast. Her breathing changed to soft pants. He
could feel her heart beating madly under his palm. She wasn’t immune to him. An
intoxicating rush of power filled him.

Then he took her wrists in his free hand and brought her
arms up slowly, bracing them against the cabinets above, her breath caught. A
triumph he didn’t welcome spiked inside him. Still, he bent to Raine, giving
her ample time to push him away. She didn’t. Her tongue swept nervously across
her upper lip. His cock jerked. Then he couldn’t stop himself from seizing her
mouth with his own, capturing her gasp.

Soft. So fucking soft. And sweet. Bloody hell… Pleasure
fired through his blood like a potent drug as he delved inside. She melted
beneath him.

Curling his tongue around hers, he feasted on her addicting
flavor, hungry to memorize it. One kiss melted into the next, and he devoured
her, inhaling her into his lungs. She turned to liquid desire against him, wild
and tumultuous. One leg slid surreptitiously around his, capturing his calf,
pulling him in tighter against her small frame, splitting her thighs open. He should
pass up that perfect invitation, but he didn’t. Instead, he ground himself
against her pussy, leaving her no doubt that he desired her. Despite Raine’s
little skirt, her flesh burned him. A low groan ripped from his throat. He
didn’t need air or space or tomorrow, just more of her. Right fucking now.

Masters of Ménage, book 3

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By Shayla Black and Lexi Blake

The country of
Bezakistan – renowned for its wealth and the beauty of its deserts

Piper Glen is thrilled when Rafe and Kade al Mussad ask her
to visit their country on a business trip. Madly attracted to both, the
virginal secretary knows that neither of her intensely handsome bosses desires
her. But every night she dreams of having them both in her bed, fulfilling her
every need.

Rafe and Kade have finally found the perfect woman in Piper.
Sweet and funny. Intelligent and strong. Before they can reveal their feelings,
the brothers must fulfill an ancient tradition. Every sheikh must steal his
bride and share her with his brothers. They have thirty days to convince Piper
to love them all forever.

The country of
Bezakistan – notorious for its danger…

Sheikh Talib al Mussad knows his villainous cousin seeks to
take his throne. If Talib and his brothers fail to convince the beautiful Piper
to love them, all will be lost. After meeting Piper, he knows he would risk
everything to possess her heart.

Khalil al Bashir has long coveted his cousin’s rule. Without
a bride to seal their birthright, his every wish will come true. If Piper falls
for them, he will lose everything but Piper can’t love them if she’s dead…

EXCERPT

Tal stared out. The limo must have pulled up while he was
wishing he could choke the breath out of Khalil. He couldn’t miss the woman
Cooper spoke about. She wore a sundress, the delicate material flowing around
her knees like a handkerchief blowing in a summer breeze. On her feet were a
pair of yellow heels. Stilettos. He was a sucker for stilettos. He especially
loved them when they were settled on either side of his neck as he fucked his
way into a soft, hot pussy.

His breath caught. His entire body stiffened, especially his
cock. She was lovely. So soft. Her hair was brown, but shot through with reds
and blondes that caught the light and practically gave her a damn halo. Except
nowhere, in any ancient text, did angels have cleavage like hers. The dress had
been selected to show off her plump, ripe breasts, the V-neck and the turquoise
color of the gauzy material flattering her skin. She had on a pair of
sunglasses, but even without seeing her eyes, he could tell she was gawking.
Her gorgeous, full lips were slightly parted in awe as she took in the sights.
Her mouth looked small. He would likely have to force his cock in, but she
would have that same look on her face when she came.

Tal had to catch himself. What was he doing? His bride was
here, and he was reacting to some bimbo his brothers had brought along. A
gathering rage rode through his system. This had to be Kadir’s doing. Rafiq
wouldn’t think to bring his latest girlfriend along when they were supposed to
be focused on securing a bride.

Sure enough his youngest brother got out of the limo and was
immediately all over the brunette.

His heart sank. Poor Piper. Had she been forced to watch
Kade’s behavior the whole trip? Was this how his brother meant to show him he
wouldn’t accept Tal’s choice of bride?

“I will kill him.” Piper deserved better than Kade’s scorn.
She might not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but she was sweet and
smart and he was actually looking forward to having her as a companion. Over
the last few months, he’d grown closer to the woman than any he had in years.
He appreciated her quick wit and her soft heart. The woman with Kade was beautiful,
but she likely didn’t have half of Piper Glen’s smarts. She might make his dick
hard, but Piper would be his wife.
Their
wife. He would never allow his youngest brother to dishonor her this way again.

“Oh, wow. Uhm, boss, you told us she was kind of homely. We
have two different versions of that word, man.” Dane shook his head as Rafiq
joined Kadir.

Rafe, his ultimately reasonable brother, the one he counted
on, walked right up to Kade’s little bit of honey-on-the-side and pulled her
into his arms. He kissed her, his lips molding to hers before he broke it off
and smiled. Rafe pointed up as he talked to her.

Tal knew exactly what his brother was saying. He was
pointing out the architecture on the palace. He gave every visitor the same
speech about the marble and arches, and the center of the palace that dated
from the fifteenth century. But now he gave the speech with an intimate smile
on his face as his hands tangled with the brunette’s.

Rafe wouldn’t dishonor their promised bride. Rafiq believed
in his country’s traditions. He was circumspect.

So…that gorgeous, curvy thing was his Piper?

Dane huffed behind him. “Holy shit, Tal. If she’s your
little smarty-pants bride, she doesn’t look like an egghead.”

Tal strode forward, his heart racing. No way. He’d seen her
pictures. She was plain. She would engage his brain but not his heart. Careful.
He’d been so fucking careful.

“Rafe?” He called out to his infinitely more reasonable
brother. “The trip went well?”

Introduce me to my
plain but brilliant bride. Tell me she’s shy and still in the limo.

Kade’s arm tightened around the brunette’s waist. “Talib!
It’s good to see you.”

He stopped, halting a few feet before her. “And you,
brother.” His youngest brother was the wild one. He loved Kadir. He did, but he
worried about him, too. Still, he couldn’t help but notice the way his youngest
brother’s hand slipped into the brunette’s and her fingers curled around his.

“Talib, it is my greatest pleasure to introduce you to…”
Don’t say Piper. Don’t say Piper. “…Piper Glen. I believe you two have been
speaking. Piper,
habibti
, this is our
brother, his Serene and Royal Highness the Sheikh of Bezakistan, otherwise
known as Talib al Mussad.”

She freed her hand and pulled her sunglasses off. Her blue
eyes went wide and that truly magnificent chest swelled. “Tal?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking
fuck fuck and a goddamn fucking duck.
He’d only heard her voice a few
times, but it was imprinted on his brain. That soft Texas twang with the hint of
smarts and vulnerability. Piper. His Piper. His goddamn fucking virginal bride
who would be his companion and who would rarely tempt his cock but never once
move his soul.

Both were completely poleaxed because she was so beautiful.

“Hello, Piper. Yes, I am Sheikh Talib al Mussad. Or Tal, if
you please.” There was nothing else to do. He had to introduce himself. Funny.
He’d thought this would be a prideful moment when he revealed himself to be so
much more than she’d expected, and he found himself almost shy. He didn’t show
it, of course.