“I don’t answer about my every step to you,” she retorted, wishing her body wasn’t so happy to be near them again, especially when they were irritating her with their lectures. “I grew up running wild in the bayous, I knew what I was doing,” she defended herself, more relaxed now that she saw how tame the tigers were.
“What do you mean you ran wild as a kid? Where the hell were your parents?” Luc was realizing how much they didn’t know about their mate, and decided they needed to remedy that quickly.
Caitlin scoffed at the mention of her parents. “Nobody gave a shit about me until I met Dan, and even he didn’t expect me to answer to him about my every move.” She could see the pool now and tugged to pull her hand out of Jon’s tight grasp. As happy and relieved as she had been to have them come to her rescue yet again, she now found herself irritated with them. They were very good at getting her ire up despite the way her nipples beaded into painful nubs and the way her pussy swelled and moistened as soon as she heard their voices.
“Well, someone gives a shit about you now, and you’re going to have to learn how to deal with that.” Jon looked at Luc as they stood at the edge of the clearing. “What do you think, bro? Here or wait until we get inside?”
“You know what I think.” They have been dealing with women as a pair for a long time, and Luc knew exactly what Jon was getting at. Grabbing a vine much like the one he watched Caitlin swing down from the tree on, he quickly wrapped it around her wrists as Jon held her arms up, her curses and useless struggles making both of them grin.
“God damn it,” Caitlin snapped as they strung her up before she even realized what they were doing. She swayed between them, struggling to free her arms while trying desperately to ignore the way her body was reacting to being bound. “Let me loose. I do not like this.” She quit struggling long enough to glare at them, their smirks only igniting her temper more. “I mean it, you two. I’m not into this shit.”
“Tsk, tsk, such a potty mouth. You do have the temper of a redhead, don’t you?” Jon fisted his hand in her short auburn hair, tilted her head up and cut off her enraged gasp with his mouth.
She should know by now that mad only went so far with these two. Caitlin quickly succumbed to the heat of Jon’s mouth on hers, her body swaying towards him of its own accord, betraying her once again. She attempted to wrap her arms around him, moaned in frustration when she couldn’t then silently cursed again when her helplessness caused another gush of moisture to seep from her pussy.
She wasn’t surprised when Jon’s hand pulled her shirt up, his palm cupping her breast as Luc reached around from behind her and unzipped her jeans then shoved them down to her knees. She also wasn’t surprised by her quick reaction to the exposure, the thrill of being naked outdoors, the risk of being seen adding to her excitement. No, she wasn’t surprised because she has never denied her attraction to these two, just what they wanted from her. Her complete surrender.
Luc palmed her ass, kneaded her buttocks as Jon’s hand coasted over her turgid nipples, down her waist and cupped her pussy, his mouth never letting up on its assault, his other hand keeping her head immobile with his tight grip on her hair. Moaning, she arched into his palm, her tongue dueling with his, her moan getting lost in his mouth as she waited with baited breath for him to enter her. When Luc took his thumbs and spread her cheeks, revealing her anus, she struggled and failed against a tide of embarrassment then tore her mouth from Jon’s with a gasp when Luc pushed the tip of his thumb past her tight sphincter.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, never realizing how sensitive that orifice was. “Stop tormenting me, please,” she practically begged, her need to climax nearly uncontrollable.
Jon chuckled, nipped her bottom lip and whispered, “But, darlin’, we haven’t begun tormenting yet.” Nodding at Luc over her shoulder, he grabbed her hips to hold them still and watched her expressive face as Luc laid the switch he had broken off a tree across her ass.
Caitlin cried out at the fiery burn across her buttocks, a burn that fed the fire in her pussy. “Ow! Damn it, that hurt.” She glared at Jon, her eyes glittering.
“It was supposed to.” Luc kissed her cheek then laid a much lighter stroke below the first one, loving the way her ass twitched. The first smack was meant to get her attention, the second to tantalize. Two more strokes applied just hard enough to lightly sting and tease her senses then he tossed the switch aside and ran his finger over the red stripes, laughing at her low moan. “We care about you, Caitlin, so when you recklessly put yourself in harm’s way, we’re going to react.”
“I was never in danger, I told you that. Not until those two cats blocked my way. How was I supposed to know they were friendly?” Right now, the slight sting from the switch was wreaking havoc with her senses, heightening her arousal to a fever pitch. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to do something?” she demanded, hoping she didn’t sound as desperate and needy as she felt.
“Aw, poor baby.” Jon kissed her again as he feathered his fingers over her smooth, damp labia, teasing touches meant to torment.
Caitlin shuddered, moaned again as her arousal grew, the feel of Luc’s finger lightly stroking her anus again ratcheting her excitement. She
let her head fall back when Jon released her hair and slid his mouth down her neck. Holding her breath, she waited to see if he was going to bite her, surprised that the possibility didn’t freak her out, but even more surprised at her disappointment when he simply ran his tongue over her pulse before moving down to her breasts. The hard, suckling draw on her right nipple quickly took her mind off her perplexing reactions, especially when it was accompanied with the dual penetration of their fingers in her ass and pussy.
Light strokes meant to tease as well as arouse drove her to the brink of release before pulling back, over and over, until she was writhing between them in mindless, heated, unfulfilled need. Her body’s urgent demand soon became so intense it bordered on pain. They brought her right to the edge of climax again, Jon barely touching her clit before pulling back, Luc going deeper in her ass, touching sensitive nerve endings she never knew she had, then pulling back right as the small tremors heralding her climax started, making her cry out in agony.
“Please. Why are you being so cruel?” she pleaded on a sob, not understanding why they kept denying her that one big push over the edge.
Their hands left her body abruptly and she opened her eyes to see them both in front of her, their looks turbulent, stormy with lust. “What?” It was obvious by the bulges in their jeans that they wanted her, and more than obvious she was willing, so what was the problem?
“This time,” Luc practically growled, his own frustration feeling like claws ripping into him, “you come to us.”
“But only if you’re willing to commit to what we’re asking of you, Caitlin. We don’t want to settle for anything less.” Jon reached up and freed her arms then he and Luc did the hardest thing they’d ever had to do. They turned from their mate and went inside to wait her decision, gambling everything on the look on her face when they gave her their ultimatum.
Don’t want to or won’t, she wondered as she watched them walk away, leaving her frustrated on several levels. From the moment she met them, despite her better judgment, the two of them made her want to do crazy things, like believe what they were telling her, like giving in to the urge to shuck her pride and her misgivings and run after them. Unwilling to risk losing them, for the first time, she was going to do just that. She had just discovered her fear of losing herself was nothing compared to her need for those two.
Chapter Nineteen
Caitlin jerked up her jeans and stormed into the house, determination etched on her face and in her stride as she found Abby and Grace as well as Damien and Jacob in the great room, but no sign of Luc or Jon. “Where are they?” she demanded despite her embarrassment when she realized the unobstructed view they had of what happened at the edge of the yard.
“They headed upstairs,” Damien told her, enjoying the flustered look on her face. Hopefully that meant she was ready to cement her relationship with her mates, just in time for them to launch an all-out attack on Isabelle with all of them at their full potential by the end of the week.
Turning on her heel, she marched out of the room, into the foyer and up the grand staircase, formulating ideas to get a little payback before giving them what not only they wanted, but also what she now knew she wanted. The house was so fricking big, she started with the most obvious room first, their bedroom. The door was closed but, since they had given her this room to use, she didn’t let that stop her from flinging it open so hard it banged against the wall. Seeing them sitting in front of the fireplace, seemingly unperturbed, had her narrowing her eyes in contemplation. As their looks went from surprised to pleased then to smug, she reined in her temper and quickly changed tactics. Closing the door much softer than she had opened it, she pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor as she moved slowly toward them. A snap and a tug had her jeans gaping open, revealing the edge of her panties when she stood in front of them, between their two chairs. Without a word, keeping her eyes on theirs, she shimmied out of her jeans and panties then went to her knees between them, glad that their chairs were close enough she could reach each of them easily.
“Caitlin, sweetheart,” Jon croaked as she struggled with one hand to get their pants open. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Why are you questioning her?” Luc snapped at his brother as he helped Caitlin release his engorged cock into her hand.