It's Raining Men Page 3

  “Okay…follow me, gentlemen. No sex on the front stoop please.” Executing a quick pirouette, I pulled out my keys to unlock the main door and led the way to my condo. My hands shook a little as I opened my front door. What had I been thinking when I invited them in? I was a crazy masochistic glutton for punishment, that’s what. Seriously off balance.

  I hustled to put the kitchen island between them and me. Motioning to two of the stools on the other side, I turned toward my fridge and started pulling Tupperware out. “Have a seat, guys.”

  Yeah, I had a million snacks ready to go…what could I say? Cooking wasn’t just a profession for me, it was an obsession. “Are you in the mood for something sweet or something—”

  Propping my chin on the top container, I spun back around and found that they hadn’t sat where I had told them to. No, both men were shrinking my sizeable kitchen down to claustrophobic proportions. The wolf inside me whimpered, urging me to touch and taste both of them. Michael had his arms crossed and his hip propped against my counter. He watched me with the kind of intensity reserved for a predator tracking prey. But that was ridiculous. I was the only predator here holding back on my wolf instincts for all I was worth. I shivered, liking the idea of him hunting me more than I should.

  Stephen reached to take the plastic containers out of my hands, his fingers lingering on my skin. I narrowed my gaze at him, letting the wolf out for a moment, showing the icy eyes and pointy canines. He blinked, but showed no fear. In fact, he looked more…fascinated than anything else. It confused me. I was fighting this and neither of them were helping. Didn’t they know what would happen if I unleashed the predator? No, no they didn’t. Because they couldn’t sense what I sensed. Too many secrets I kept locked inside. Secrets that had become lies, since I never told the people they affected. Michael. Cyn. And now Stephen.

  Exhaustion crashed into me, threatening to suck me down into a whirlpool. I watched Stephen set the Tupperware on the counter beside Michael. Leaning in, he pressed a quick kiss to the other man’s mouth. Heat whipped through me watching them. I swallowed before I started drooling. What would it be like to watch them do more? To see my mates fuck, bring each other to hot, screaming orgasm? A shudder went through me, and I crossed my arms over my breasts to hide the way my nipples peaked at the thought.

  Stephen opened the mascarpone cream and then the strawberries, a hum of pure pleasure rumbling in his chest. When he turned back around to look at me, he held one of the fruits covered in cream. He licked the extra from his fingertips. Michael scooted to the side to give me room at the counter. His gaze swept up my bare legs to my breasts. “I don’t think I need any snacks, but you look good enough to eat, Candy.”

  Irritation whipped through me. Why did they insist on teasing me when we all knew they’d never do anything about it? What had I ever done to deserve this kind of torment? True, they didn’t know how torturous it was, but still… Fuck. I tried to force a teasing note into my voice. “Yeah. Right. You’re all talk and no action, Mr. Lawyer.”

  “You should tell her.” Stephen sucked the cream from the tip of the strawberry, then bit into the red fruit. Fae mischief danced in his green eyes again as he glanced from me to Michael and back.

  A warning sounded in the big human’s voice. “Stephen—”

  “Tell me what?” I arched my eyebrows, wondering what game the Fae was playing. He had flirted and toyed with me on stage, now he did the same off. How would he draw his lover into his sport?

  A heavy sigh was Michael’s answer as he looked between the two of us. He reached out to wrap his fingers around my biceps, drawing me closer until I could feel the heat of his big body through our clothing. He dipped forward until his nose was a hairsbreadth from mine. I could feel the hot rush of his breath on my lips. My knees weakened, my eyes drooping to half-mast as I swayed towards his tempting self.

  “Candy.” He stroked his fingertips down my cheek. God, I craved his touch more than anything in the world. “What Stephen thinks I should tell you is…I’ve wanted you since that first day. Why do you think I’ve always flirted with you?”

  I shook my head, trying to clear the lust. “But…you never did anything about it. And I—well, I saw you with a guy once, so I thought you were—”

  “Gay? No, I’m more about taking my half out of the middle. Which is Stephen’s preference too.” He chuckled ruefully, bracketing my jaw with his strong fingers. “But I never touched you because you’re my sister’s best friend. And after all the shit I said about Andre and other magical people, I figured you thought I was pretty much a dick.”

  I covered his hand with both of mine, sympathy winding through me. “I understood where you were coming from back then.”

  “Do you still understand?” He leaned even closer, tilting his head until his lips met mine for the first time ever. They were softer than I’d imagined, caressing mine in the lightest brushes of flesh against flesh. Desire fogged my brain, and I forgot why this was wrong, why this was a really bad idea, hell, even that Stephen was eighteen inches away. I liked that he might watch this—and he wasn’t exactly voicing a protest. Then every sane thought was gone, washed away in the rising tide of longing. I just…felt.

  “I understand.” My hands dropped to clench in his shirt, and I demanded, “More.”

  “Yes.” His mouth settled over mine to feast. He buried his fingers in my hair, angling my head so that he had full access to my lips. His tongue swept in to tangle with mine. I bit his tongue softly, and he groaned. The kiss grew bolder, wilder. Just like I liked it. His lips crushed mine, and his arms crushed me to him. The feel of his big, muscular body pressed to my softer curves made my excitement boil over. The years of built-up tension broke through the wall of indifference I’d tried to shore up against him. Desperation whipped through me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to climb him. His hands cupped my ass, lifting me so I could wind my legs around his trim hips. He spun me, pushed me back against a wall of cabinets and rubbed his hard cock over my pussy. Grinding against me, the fabric of his pants stimulated my hardened clit. I pulled my mouth away from his, throwing my head back to cry out.

  “Candy.” A low groan rumbled in his chest as his lips brushed over my exposed throat. I buried my fingers in his thick hair, holding him close. He opened his mouth and sucked on the tender flesh. My back arched in reflex, trying to get even nearer to him and that amazing mouth. It was too much. My pussy clenched in desperate want.

  “Please, Michael. I need you.”

  “Ah, God, Candy.” His palm lifted to cover my breast, stimulating the taut nipple with his thumb. A whimper got caught in my throat when he swirled his tongue up to my earlobe, sucking it into his hot mouth. He bit down lightly and rolled his pelvis against me. An electric jolt went through my body, and I shuddered in his arms. He pinched my nipple, twisting the tip.

  Fire flooded my system, and my hips moved in the kind of sensual rhythm I couldn’t control. I clung to him, opening my mouth on his neck to suck and nip at his salty flesh. The wolf demanded that I bite down hard. I shuddered, holding back on my instincts to move against him in wild abandon. He pushed his pelvis into mine, working me in the hard, insistent tempo that took me right to the edge of orgasm but didn’t allow me to fall over. “Michael, I’m so close. Please, I need more.”

  “Not yet, not yet.” He froze, and I died a little. My claws slid forward and dug into his shoulders. He grunted and shrugged against my hold. I loosened my grip, stroking an apologetic hand down his back.

  He startled when he looked at me, his mouth falling open in shock. I pressed my fingertip to my mouth, and I felt my fully extended fangs. My eyes would be icy werewolf blue, the wolf wanting her mate. And my appearance obviously scared the shit out of him. I expected to feel a pierce of regret, but the wolf was too much in control, and I was too far gone to care that he would reject me. Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, he set me on my feet. I nearly cried out again, for entirely different r
easons. My clawed fingers flexed and I turned away, not daring to look at him. The emotional pain would come later, when only the woman was left to deal with the hurt.

  “That was hotter than I imagined it would be.” A strangled note had entered the siren’s voice. When I glanced at Stephen, I saw he was stroking his cock through his pants. “And I have one hell of an imagination.”

  I looked him over, not bothering to hide the wolf this time. They’d come into the wolf’s den willingly. If they wanted an apology for my nature, they’d be waiting a long time. Licking my lips, I stepped toward the Fae halfing and reached out to take over the stroking. A low growl soughed from my throat, and the burn in my veins increased.

  His hand covered mine, showing me exactly how he liked to be touched. Up, down, up, down. Slow torture. The musky scent of his desire caressed my sensitive nose, his musical groans kissing my ears. Moisture from his bulbous crest seeped through his pants. My other hand lifted to flick open his zipper. His breath caught when I pulled his hard cock out and sank to my knees before him. I wanted him in my mouth, wanted to taste his flesh. A shudder went through him as I slid my tongue along the underside of his dick, working my way up until I could take the head into my mouth. He buried his fingers in my hair, fisting tight as I sucked him deep. His flavor burst over my taste buds, and I knew I would never banish it from my memory. It was embedded in my psyche, and I would know his taste, his scent, his essence anywhere.

  The heat that had never abated held me tight in its grip. Stephen’s passion fed my own, and my hips rolled to the same rhythm that I sucked him. I closed my eyes and savored every moment of this chance to touch one of my mates. It was too sweet, made me burn too hot. I shivered, my nipples going rock hard. My eyes snapped open again when large hands cupped my breasts from behind. Michael. “You look hot with your mouth stuffed with cock. You know that, right?”

  A moan escaped me, his words making lava flow through my veins. My breathing picked up speed, my heart pounding as excitement and anticipation flooded me. His palms slid down the front of my dress until he reached the hem. One hand tugged it up to my waist while the other slipped around to dip into me from behind. The first touch of his fingers on my slick pussy lips made me moan. He pressed them up into my hot channel, setting a fast, harsh pace. I grabbed Stephen’s slim hips for balance, still sucking him so deep the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I groaned, working Stephen with my mouth as Michael worked me with his fingers.

  He rolled a fingertip over my clit. His hand angled, and the fingers inside me hit my G-spot. I screamed around Stephen’s dick, my pussy convulsing. My sex clenched around Michael’s fingers repeatedly, and he continued to thrust into me, to drag it out as long as possible until my breathing became little more than ragged sobs. Stephen’s hard cock slid from my lips, and I rested my forehead against his thigh, shuddering and twisting my hips.

  Michael’s fingers withdrew, and I felt him stand, moving away from me. I looked up when Stephen stepped back to see Michael turning him by the shoulder to face the counter. Kicking Stephen’s feet apart, Michael urged the siren forward until his forearms rested on the countertop. My eyes widened as I watched Michael grab the back of Stephen’s belt and roughly jerk his pants down. He groaned as Michael stroked over the tight muscles of his naked ass, parting the cheeks to tease his anus. Using his free hand, Michael unfastened his slacks and pulled his long, hard dick out. I sucked in a shocked breath, insidious heat winding through me at the sight of my two mates together. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Michael inserted one, then two fingers into the siren’s ass, widening him to prepare him for penetration. Then Michael pulled his hand back to grasp his cock, nudging it into Stephen’s tight pucker.

  “Damn, Michael. I want it hard. I need it.” He shuddered and groaned between clenched teeth as Michael drew back his palm to slap the siren’s backside. I watched Michael’s cock sliding in and out of Stephen’s anus, and my thighs squeezed together as excitement tightened within me, flooding my core with fire. Even though I’d just come, witnessing them fuck had me right on the edge of orgasm. The scent of them and the musk of sex intoxicated me, clawing at my control. Biting my lip, I slipped my fingers between my legs to stroke the slick folds.

  “Don’t just watch, Candy. I didn’t tell you to stop sucking him,” Michael’s voice growled, the tone harsh with unspent sexual need. He tilted his head, urging me to join them. A flush of need raced up his handsome face as his hips bucked hard, driving his dick into the siren.

  Stephen turned his head to look at me, his emerald eyes glowing with a Fae’s supernatural power. Lust pulled the skin tight across his sharp cheekbones. He was right on the edge, and I could help him over. I grinned at him, baring my wolf’s fangs. He made a noise halfway between a groan and a laugh, dropping his head between his arms. I moved forward on my knees until I could pump his cock between my fingers. Michael pulled Stephen’s hips farther back to give me more room. Rotating my palm over the head of his dick, I curved my hand around the shaft and drew him towards me to suck him between my lips. I extended my claws to curved talons, stroking the edges up and down his cock.

  The Fae’s body shuddered with the impact of Michael’s quickening thrusts. It drove Stephen’s cock farther and farther down my throat until I could swallow the tip. My throat contracted, closing tight around his dick. He hissed out a breath, and his hand came off the counter to grip my hair, pulling my mouth away from him. His hard cock danced in the air, and his fingers fisted painfully in my curls as Michael buried himself deep and froze, groaning as he came inside the Fae’s ass.

  Our harsh breathing was the only sound to be heard, and my body shivered with unsated desire. It was all I could do not to ride my clit on my heel. I burned so much watching them, playing with them both had been so fucking hot I wanted to die. Michael pulled himself free of Stephen’s body, and the siren groaned as he sank to his knees. Michael went to the sink to clean himself up.

  Reaching out, I couldn’t stop myself from stroking Stephen’s still-hard cock. “How is it possible you haven’t come yet? I must be seriously losing my touch with blow jobs.”

  His hips arched into my touch, those Fae eyes glittering. But the enchantment in his voice was pure siren. “Gorgeous, the thought of coming inside you was enough to make me hold back. But, damn, you have an amazing mouth. I have to taste.”

  Threading his fingers into my hair again, he drew me forward until we knelt facing each other. He dipped down until his lips pressed against mine. His tongue swept into my mouth, and our mouths toyed with each other. He bit my lower lip softly, making me moan at the slight pain twining with my intense pleasure. His free hand curled around my ribs to grasp the zipper on my dress. Cool air touched my back as the teeth rasped open, making me shiver. His fingers dropped to cup my ass, pressing me to his hard cock. I lifted my leg, curling it around his hip and opening myself to his penetration. “Please, Stephen.”

  “Sweet little Candy.” He rubbed the head of his dick against my pussy. He jerked the hem of my dress up until he could pull it over my head. My breasts spilled free into his palms. I choked on a breath at the first touch on my bare nipples. He lifted them and closed his mouth over the tight crests one after the other. I arched into him, crying out when he bit down. He straightened, wrapping his fingers around my knee and pulling me wider. His emerald gaze locked with mine when his thick cock nudged against me. He pushed me back, yanked his shirt over his head and moved until I was stretched beneath him on the cool tile floor. The heat at my front combined with the chill at my back sent my senses reeling. The soft hair of his chest stimulated my nipples, making me shiver. I moaned when he sank inside me. It had been so long since I’d been with a man that the stretch of it almost hurt. I closed my eyes, clinging to his shoulders.

  He chuckled roughly. “Look at me, Candy.” When I complied, he whispered softly, his sweet breath brushing over my cheek. “You were seconds from biting Michael, gorgeous. He may
not know what that means for a wolf, but I do. And that you’re touching me at all now…tells me the secrets you hide.”

  “Stephen, I—” Tears flooded my eyes and I gasped. How long had I kept the truth to myself? I suddenly felt stripped bare, more naked than I’d ever been. I knew, then, that I’d been right about Stephen in the club. He understood me, my pain and my joy. He understood it all. My mate.

  His hands framed my face, and his cock plunged and withdrew in slow, maddening strokes. The tiniest smile played over his sensual lips. “Do you believe in love at first sight, gorgeous?”

  I choked on a breath, the tears spilling from the corners of my eyes. “I’m a wolf. With the instincts I was born with, what do you think?”

  Wiping the tears away with his thumbs, he let the smile widen. “Mark me.”

  “I can’t take it back if I do.” I snapped my legs around his waist, lifting my pelvis into his thrusts. It felt amazing, the pleasure making my wits scatter. I tried to hold myself together, but the woman and the wolf wanted to do exactly as he’d suggested. Please, God, please. I wanted him so much, to claim him, to bind him to me forever. Mate, mate, mate.

  “I felt it at that party with Michael, and again the moment I saw you tonight. I know what I want when I see it.” He looked me in the eyes, making it clear that what he was seeing, what he wanted, was me.

  “Fuck me harder, Stephen.” A smile bloomed on my lips, and my claws scored his shoulders.

  That musical laugh burst from his throat. “Damn, I love you, Candy.”

  His hips slammed hard against mine, driving his cock deep into my sex. My pussy spasmed around his dick, making us both groan. He rotated his hips, changing the angle to an incredible penetration. The head of his cock hit me…just right. My head fell back as he rode me hard, grinding me into the floor. Swift and deep, just the way I craved it. It was too good, and I was so close to orgasm. I sobbed because I knew it would end too soon, far too soon. I wanted to stay this way forever, locked in the carnal ecstasy of mating. The deep fire inside me flamed higher and higher, scorching my flesh. Consuming me until I didn’t know where one sensation stopped and the next began. Where he ended and I began. Then I exploded into a million pieces, arching as my pussy milked the length of his cock over and over again until I twisted and shuddered beneath him.