Twice Bitten Page 5

  Ripley shook away the worry. He’d already confessed she was an easy book to read. No doubt her desires were written all over her face. She grabbed at his pants and began flicking the buttons open, watching his expression change with each clasp she released. His eyelids drooped and his lips pulled into a tight smile, slightly parted as if he was holding back a groan. A small shiver trembled over his stomach as she reached the last one, pulling the denim sides apart. Her heart stopped.

  The hard length of his shaft hinged forward, brushing her thumbs as the heavy weight bobbed towards her, stopping parallel with the floor. God help her, but he wasn’t wearing any briefs.

  She must have moaned, because a satisfied smile lit the corners of his mouth, drawing her attention back to his face. He was every inch the devil his brother was, and she realised they were more alike than she’d first thought.

  Ripley glanced back at Gabe. He continued to watch her with those brooding eyes, as if daring her to pick one over the other.

  She sighed, knowing she’d never be able to choose. “In order to keep this fair, I want both of you to lower your pants at the same time.”

  Gabe chuckled, fisting the edge of his jeans. “Didn’t you know that love is never fair?”

  Ripley was certain he’d meant it to sound sarcastic, but there was a desolate undertone in his voice that made her wonder what secrets he hid. Had someone hurt him? Had Mathias been involved?

  She stepped back a bit, looking them both in the eye as she motioned to their jeans. Both men flashed her a stunning smile, before shucking their pants and standing before her wearing only their pale skin. Ripley’s mouth gaped open, her attention fixed on their shafts. They were more than impressive, and she started to question if the decision to have both of them was a wise one.

  Mathias smiled at her apparent apprehension. “Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you’re ready before we try anything that would scare you.”

  Damn it. He’d done it again. Read her thoughts as if she were speaking out loud instead of thinking them. Maybe he was some kind of spy, who made a living reading people? She frowned and glanced back at the couch, determined to get some answers, when a hard, male chest pressed against her back. She jumped, feeling a set of hands wrap around her shoulders, the long length of his cock nestle between her cheeks.

  “Easy, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Mathias rubbed his erection up and down her cleft. “I thought you’d hear me.”

  He chuckled when she only shook her head, her mind focused on how seductively his shaft fit between her buttocks, and how erotic it might be to have one of them take her there.

  He grunted against her ear, licking the soft spot behind it. “All in good time. But first, I want you to show Gabe how much you enjoyed coming on his tongue.”

  Ripley moved forward, not sure if she chose to walk or if she simply arrived at Gabe’s body. But as she gazed down as his cock, shiny with pre-cum and flared against his stomach, she knew she didn’t care. She looked up at him, holding his stare as she went to her knees, licking her lips in anticipation as his shaft bobbed even with her mouth. Mathias knelt down behind her, urging her to lean against him as he shuffled her onto his thighs. Her face flushed again as he wedged his knees between hers, opening her legs wide for Gabe’s heated stare. The growl that resonated through the room told her he appreciated the view.

  Mathias splayed his hand along her thighs, keeping her anchored. “Do you want to taste him?”

  “Yes.”

  “It appears he’s just as eager.”

  He moved one hand across her belly, while the other delved lower, sliding through her slit and into her pussy. She arched under the bold caress, her body still sensitised from her climax.

  “I’m just going to get you ready for when Gabe claims you. He’s a large man and I want you nice and relaxed.” He pushed one finger deep inside her, spreading her tight muscles before pulling back. “Concentrate on Gabe, and I’ll take care of the rest. After all, we don’t want all of that slick juice to go to waste.”

  Ripley blushed at his words, acutely aware Gabe was watching his brother’s fingers slide in and out of her. Fire welled inside her core, and she reached for Gabe’s cock, hoping the task would help keep her body from orgasming instantly. She eased forward and licked the tip of his shaft, moaning when it pulsed in response. She licked again, slower than before, humming at the spicy taste that erupted in her mouth. She’d never tasted a man quite as delicious, and she wrapped her mouth around his cock hoping to get more.

  Gabe huffed out a breath. “Bloody hell.”

  His fingers found her hair as she bobbed down his length, taking him deep to the back of her throat before pausing, then slowly pulling back, rolling her tongue along the underside of his hood. A splash of fluid greeted her next plunge and she swallowed with him still in her mouth, making him grunt.

  Power and confidence soared to life, and she reached up her hand to hold his heavy shaft. It was silky soft and hard, like velvet and steel, and she loved feeling it thicken in her mouth. She moved her other hand to his sac, gently massaging the taut globes as she moved along his length.

  Gabe jerked against her when she pulled his cock free to suckle each testicle into her mouth. His shaft flared as if begging her to return, and she couldn’t help but listen.

  She raked her teeth lightly across the slit. “You taste like virtue and sin rolled into one.”

  His fingers tightened in her hair, adding a slight sting. The feeling only made her pussy clench around Mathias’ fingers, startling her. She’d never been into games involving pain, but the calculated twinge seemed to be exactly what her body clamoured for.

  Mathias’ breath caressed her skin. “You enjoy just a hint of pain, don’t you.”

  It wasn’t a question, and she replied with a tilt of her hips to deepen his penetration. She’d lost count of whether he was using two fingers or three, but the pressure was exquisite. He scissored his fingers, easing her muscles, preparing her for their shafts. The mere thought sent her higher, and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out before she came again.

  Gabe pulled on her hair. “You have to stop, or I’m going to come.”

  Ripley ignored his warning, the need to have him submit to her suddenly paramount. She tried to move closer, only to have Mathias hold her back.

  “As much as you want him to come in your mouth, I guarantee you’ll enjoy having him climax inside you even more.”

  Ripley released Gabe’s cock, leaning back on Mathias as Gabe took a step back, bracing one hand on the desk as if he needed it for strength. She looked at Mathias over her shoulder, worrying her lip between her teeth.

  “Um…I don’t…I mean I didn’t bring…” She cursed the nervous tremor in her voice, not wanting the men to think she was scared.

  Mathias huffed and she thought she heard him whisper the word ‘condom’ to his brother. She swung her gaze over to Gabe. His body blurred for a moment before coming back into focus, some foil packets clenched in his fist. He reached for her hand, helping her to her feet as Mathias ghosted her every move from behind.

  Gabe placed one of the wrappers in her hand. “Will these suffice? Sirus has a bunch of them in his desk, along with other interesting supplies.”

  Ripley swallowed hard as she turned the tiny square over, nodding at the bunch still clasped in his hand. “They’re fine. But don’t you guys carry your own?”

  Gabe stared back at her wide-eyed, while Mathias cleared his throat behind her.

  “We weren’t planning on…” Gabe’s voice faded away, but there seemed more to the simple statement than what it implied.

  She curled into his arms. “It doesn’t matter.”

  Gabe smiled against her hair, dropping a soft kiss on her forehead before picking her up and heading over to the couch. “As sexy as you are on the desk, I think we’ll need more comfortable surroundings for what we have in mind.”

  Ripley trailed her fingers along his shoulders, marv
elling at the strength rippling his muscles. She felt as if she were encased in steel and wished she could stay this safe forever. Gabe sighed as he lowered her to her feet, a strange expression on his face. She reached for his jaw, but the look vanished, replaced by a smile so wicked she nearly climaxed on the spot. She could read his intentions as clearly as if he’d spoken them and knew the game was just beginning.

  “There are so many pleasures we can show you.” He drew his fingers through her hair. “But we want our first encounter to soothe some of your lingering doubts.” Gabe waved at the couch. “On your hands and knees, my little pixie.”

  Ripley knelt down on the butter-soft leather, feeling the cushions give as Gabe moved in behind her, smoothing his hand down her back as she fell forward onto her hands. He nudged his legs between hers, spreading her as wide as the couch. His fingers moved in soothing circles along her skin, and she eased back, rubbing her ass across his groin.

  Gabe answered her motion with a light tap to her rear, sending a shockwave of arousal coursing through her. God, she’d never dreamt a fleeting sting could be so hot.

  “We’re leading. All you need to do is come.”

  Mathias nodded as he joined them on the couch. “Repeatedly.”

  Ripley cried out when another slap landed on her ass, this one a bit harder. She looked at Gabe over her shoulder, moaning at the way his eyes gleamed in the light. For a second, it looked as if they were tinged a deep shade of red, but the illusion disappeared. She blinked, not sure if it’d been a reflection or her imagination playing tricks. She opened her mouth to ask when Mathias’ hand cupped her jaw.

  He brought her face even with his groin. “If you’re looking for something to fill that, I think I can help you out.”

  Ripley didn’t wait for him to move as she lunged forward, slipping her lips around the bulbous head and sucking him deep inside.

  “Sweet mercy, I’ve never felt anything so bloody hot.”

  She hummed at his words, knowing the slight vibration would increase his arousal. He groaned, thrusting his hips gently towards her, encouraging her to take him deeper.

  “God, you’re fucking hot with his dick in your mouth.” Gabe moved both hands to her rear. “Now keep pleasuring him, while I ease my way in.”

  Ripley groaned around Mathias’ cock as Gabe swiped his shaft through her juices. She recognised the slight pull of the condom and wondered when he’d slipped it on. She hadn’t even heard him open the pack.

  “Oh God, Ripley.” Mathias cursed as she sucked him deep again. “Your mouth feels so good.”

  She turned her attention back to Mathias just as Gabe inched his crown inside her, wedging her tight tissues apart and setting her on fire. She wanted to scream, but satisfied herself with increasing her pace and taking Mathias deeper. His cock flared against her throat, purging more pre-cum from the tip. She swallowed it all, wanting him to explode in her mouth, as Gabe slowly sank deeper, moaning with every inch he pushed inside her.

  Sensations overloaded and she couldn’t tell which part excited her more. Mathias shuddering against her assault, or the way her pussy rippled as Gabe finally seated himself inside her.

  His balls slapped her ass, as he grunted behind her. “You’re so tight and hot. Fuck, it’s amazing.”

  She squeezed her inner muscles, drawing a strangled gasp from Gabe’s throat. He curled over her, brushing her hair back from her ear as his breath whispered across her skin.

  “You’ll pay for that, my little pixie. Now, I’m going to make you scream.”

  Gabe pulled back, brushing her inner walls, making her pussy spasm. She clenched in an effort to hold him within her, but he kept moving, stopping with only the head still inside. She arched back, squeezing her eyes shut when he took her in one solid plunge. He seemed to know she wanted to meet his thrusts, and kept his hands on her hips, preventing her from moving against him. She sighed in defeat, taking her frustrations out on Mathias, devouring his cock with long steady strokes, using one hand to cup his balls.

  Mathias didn’t hold back, fucking her mouth until his movements matched Gabe’s. Ripley held on, letting both men set the pace as her body soared towards a climax.

  Mathias’ body tensed. “Oh God. I’m coming. Take me if you want, but decide now.”

  Ripley sucked harder, wanting to taste what Gabe had denied her. She took Mathias deep, revelling in his primitive cry, as his cock twitched, then exploded, showering her tongue with his essence. Her body slammed into overdrive, increasing her need until she couldn’t think of anything but them.

  Gabe called out behind her, increasing his pace as he pounded into her. Ripley held her body rigid for each punishing blow. She’d never been taken with such force, and couldn’t believe how erotic it was. She moaned when he tugged on her hair, adding another layer of sensation.

  “Now, pixie. Come for me.”

  Gabe threaded one hand through her hair, while the other reached around her hip, probing her slit until his finger found her clit. She screamed in response, thrashing against the cushions before rising off her hands as the climax hit. Gabe moved his hand to her waist, his hips still driving into her as his cock spurted inside her. She fought for breath, her orgasm more intense than she’d ever experienced. Sensations whipped through her, draining her until her body went limp, her mind already drifting. Soothing hands smoothed over her, Gabe still locked inside, his shaft quivering to the erratic beat of her heart. His voice lingered in the darkness, stealing the last of her strength. She gave over to exhaustion and let the darkness claim her.

  Mathias watched as Gabe pulled out of Ripley’s sated body, cradling her weight with ease. Strong emotions filled his head, but he knew better than to question his brother about them. He could tell Gabe wasn’t prepared for the way Ripley made him feel, and he knew the man would need time to come to terms with the extent of their bond.

  Gabe huffed at him. “It’s not a bond. It’s a curse.”

  Mathias smiled. “Right. A curse. And a damn erotic one at that.”

  Gabe hissed, placing Ripley’s head gently on the armrest. “We both know this attraction is because of the effects of the talisman.”

  “I agree. But that doesn’t make it any less real.” Mathias stepped forward, running the pad of his finger down her arm. “Love doesn’t have to be sanctioned to be authentic.”

  “And one hot encounter doesn’t equate to love.”

  Mathias raised his eyebrow, tilting his head to watch Ripley sleep. “It’s like you told Ripley. Some things come down to a leap of faith.” He raised his gaze to Gabe’s. “I’ve already jumped. But I have a feeling you’re still standing on the edge, judging the distance.”

  Gabe shook his head and climbed off the couch. “You forget what century we’re in, brother. Women don’t give their hearts away so freely.”

  “Then I guess it’s a good thing Ripley isn’t most women.”

  “You’re hopeless.” Gabe nodded at her. “We should grab a blanket, just in case she gets cold.”

  “Of course.” Mathias shifted, reappearing with a fleece throw.

  “It’s common courtesy, nothing more.”

  “Keep telling yourself that. Maybe you’ll believe it.”

  “Just stop analysing everything and pick a spot. I know we don’t need much sleep, but damn, I’m bushed.”

  Mathias nodded, lifting Ripley slightly and placing her on Gabe’s chest. She burrowed against him, making the man’s eyes squeeze shut, before she sighed and drifted off again. Mathias positioned himself in front, wrapping one of Ripley’s arms over him before closing his eyes, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn’t felt since he was alive.

  * * * *

  Mathias woke to the quiet mumblings of a soft voice. He twisted slightly, staring at Ripley’s face as she slept. Her lips were pursed together, forming the cutest pout he’d ever seen. Every few moments they’d twitch, and her sensuous voice would whisper through the air.

  “She’s been mumbli
ng for twenty minutes.” Gabe met his gaze. “She keeps muttering about someone named Stephenson.”

  Mathias nodded, smiling when a small frown captured her mouth and she huffed out the name again.

  He chuckled. “From the sounds of it, she’s not too fond of the person.”

  “All the better to give her something else to think about.”

  Mathias’ cock hardened at the thought, wanting his chance to feel her pussy clamp around him. While he realised they needed to proceed slowly, he could only hold back so long.

  Gabe rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to pout. Just make her come, then have her jump on top.”

  The suggestion had Mathias rolling off the couch and moving towards her thighs. Ripley moaned in her sleep as he wiggled his way between her legs, silently thanking his brother when the man shifted her in his arms, wedging her back against his chest as her thighs fell open. If he’d had a pulse, Mathias knew it would have thrummed in his head as he stared at the pink offering. Slick moisture already coated the inside of her lips, making the edges appear shiny in the bright light.

  “I can smell our scent on her.” He dipped closer to her mound. “I like the combination.”

  Gabe grunted something, and Mathias had a feeling the man was still denying his feelings. But Mathias wasn’t about to push the issue too quickly. There was still hours left before sunset, and he’d allow Gabe that time to battle the demons he still harboured inside him.

  Gabe sighed, smoothing his hands down Ripley’s arms to splay across her ribcage. “We’re the demons. Just get on with it. You’re not the only one eager to sample her again.”

  Mathias smiled. Gabe would fight the truth with all he had, but in the end, the man would still lose. Ripley was tied to them, and by more than just the talisman. But they could deal with that later. They needed to strengthen the bond before the battle began, or they wouldn’t have a chance of winning.

  Mathias inched forward, inhaling her sweet scent as his fingers traced her inner thighs. Her skin was so soft, it made him worry if he’d mar it with his weathered hands. But she only moaned in response, unconsciously opening even wider.