Thoughts dissolved as her hand wrapped around my balls. She drew me in and out with practiced moves, and I hissed each time I hit the curve of her throat. Sara was known for her cock-sucking abilities, and it was one of the reasons we kept her around. We all had our specialties, and there was no shame in it.
“That’s it, open up, take it all,” I insisted, tilting my hips up to bump that spot in her throat again and again.
Loud footsteps echoed from my right, and I roared from the intrusion. I glanced to my right with a sneer.
Hendrix marched across the cobblestone path stretching from the gate to the grand entrance of our home. And he held the hand of a woman by his side, dragging her with him. She was a petite thing, dark red and purple hair, wearing casual clothes. She didn’t look like someone who belonged here.
They were about ten feet from me, and even with him not looking my way, I could see his usual pissed demeanor… What else was new?
He’d returned from his trip to the Madfur pack, except he’d come back with someone. That hadn’t been part of our deal.
He hauled the gorgeous little redhead alongside him, and she stumbled to keep up with his long strides. Her gaze swung up to the enormous sandstone mansion, all three floors and fifteen bedrooms. We had built the house after we purchased the island. After all, we needed privacy for our business, not to mention security, plus a spot to enjoy all our spoils. Added to that, we were close to Reject Island, aiding in our trading business.
“Brother,” Hendrix stated, not bothering to glance my way. “We need to talk.”
But I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
With the way she'd kept her distance from Hendrix, despite him holding onto her hand tightly, she wasn’t enjoying being handled roughly, and I liked watching the way she pulled against him. Her determination was kind of fucking hot. She had a streak of stubbornness, and I could see that being an issue with Hendrix.
When her piercing, emerald eyes rolled up to meet mine, I saw pure animalistic hunger behind them. She watched Sara sucking on my cock, and the redhead's mouth dropped open. I’d be lying if it didn’t turn me on. I found myself sniffing the air for her scent, but it was upwind from me.
She tensed, and shadows danced across her face from the swaying palm trees as she struggled to look away.
My cock twitched, and I might have been going cross-eyed from how turned on I was right then, how the sight of her had me positively ready to burst in Sara’s mouth. I paused at that moment, the rest of the world fading. She had large, innocent eyes and wore an expression of fear and curiosity across her delicate features.
Fuck me, but she was the most gorgeous creature I’d ever laid eyes on.
My cock hardened to the point it hurt.
Who the hell was she, anyway? How could a person be so captivating… so beautiful? Gasping for breath, all I could think about was taking in her taste to discover if she was as detectable as she looked.
Hendrix yanked her up the steps to the front door, her curvy ass catching my attention, those toned legs, and my thoughts flew to me buried between them. Guys had their favorite female body parts, the things that could always turn them on. For me, it was their pussy. I craved it, wanted to bathe in the scent, and needed the slick all over my face.
But she was making me think I could be an ass man.
My balls tightened with the deepening pressure.
And just as they popped out of sight, and my thoughts shot to me buried deep between those sweet thighs, I lost it. I thrust my hips toward Sara’s mouth and held it there as I trembled. My orgasm smacked through my body, and I pulsed into her, flooding her with my seed. She worked her neck, swallowing down everything as I growled savagely.
I collapsed onto my back, having no fucking idea what just happened. My reaction to the redhead was a marvel and something I hadn’t felt with another woman in a very long time.
Well, color me fucking surprised.
I pulled out of Sara’s mouth, and she kneeled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Any other day, and after that performance, I might have considered devouring her pussy or fingering her as a reward...I mean, I wasn’t a monster. But now, the sight of the new girl left me eager to drag myself inside and find out who she was. My instincts begged me to pull her aside and look into her eyes as I stripped her off her clothes. A groan rolled from my wolf at the thought.
“Thanks, Sara,” I stated as I got to my feet and grabbed my jeans that were hanging off the back of the seat before climbing into them.
“My name’s Katie,” Sara said.
Still gasping for breath after my reaction to the newcomer, I nodded absentmindedly and made my way to the front door. I had to find out who she was. And why the hell Hendrix had brought her here. Everyone who came onto our island served a purpose. Maybe she was our new plaything.
Cold tiles cooled my feet as I paused in the hallway. Before me rose the marble staircase leading up to the second and third floor. I listened for where my brother had gone, wondering if he’d take her to the bedrooms.
A servant in a cream dress and white apron rushed past me, her head low and not looking me in the eyes. Others hurried around the place like ants busying themselves with keeping the mansion running. Cleaning the place, feeding us and the guards, caring for our frequent guests and the pack members who lived on this island. Woodlands spread widely behind the mansion, housing close to fifty wolf shifters on top of our men. This place was our paradise.
I walked toward the stairs, then changed my mind. With the way Hendrix was hauling the girl around, he might be tossing her into one of the prison cells we’d built in the basement.
My mind kept conjuring up images of her… that tight little body with those perfect curves calling to any man to take a bite out of her. Seductive lips, juicy tits, and eyes screaming vulnerability. She had that look that drew me to her and made me want to wrap her up in cotton wool.
What the fuck was my brother doing by bringing someone like that into our home?
Just as I started to move toward the basement, I caught Hendrix coming down the steps, alone. He’d put her up in a bedroom after all. Was she his new sex toy? We always shared the girls… And that left me curious to know exactly if she was available.
I turned to him, and I followed him into the parlor room, a place where we often entertained business partners. The walls were covered in bookshelves, and there were three leather couches in a U-shape in the middle, surrounding a coffee table. It was a porcelain statue of a naked woman on her hands and knees, the glass top balanced on her back.
Hendrix took a seat in the center of a sofa, reclining, his legs wide and arms stretched out across the back. It wasn’t uncommon to find him twisting deals in a dozen ways in this room to get what he wanted, but he’d never come home with a woman before as part of his paying someone a lesson.
“Who is she?” I asked and sat my ass on the arm of the couch.
“Emersyn was a deal I struck with the Madfur pack leader.”
“Deal?” I eyed him carefully, knowing every step Hendrix took was calculated and on purpose. “When you say deal, you mean you killed Brayden, right?”
His lips thinned with that threatening look as his eyes darkened. But, if there was anyone who would stand up to Hendrix, it was me and our brother River. And I wasn’t backing down about this. We ruled this pack and our territories with an iron fist, and that meant not letting emotions get in the way.
He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “She’s a reward I couldn’t walk away from. Plus, she was important to Brayden.”
My muscles automatically tensed. “So, that fucking prick still lives?” Like my brothers, we punished anyone who crossed us, and Hendrix possessed an uncanny ability to scare the shit out of anyone. He always got his way, so what the fuck changed that?
The girl came to mind. She’d crawled under his skin and gotten to him.
Hendrix shrugged. “Back the fuck off, Caspian. I made the terms, and I took her as payment, along with the money owed. If you have a problem with that, then keep your distance from her.”
I reared my shoulders back, not remembering the last time my brother had been this defensive of anyone except us… his family.
She had definitely done something to him… and from my reaction outside, she’d done something to me, too.
“She’s different,” he muttered, a slight smile touching his lips like his thoughts were on the girl as he spoke about her.
“I can see that. Just so long as you don’t end up as her puppet on strings. Like Father used to say, never assume that someone being quiet and meek is a sign of weakness.”
He barked a laugh. “Since when have you become the man of reason?"