Into the Lair (Falcon Mercenary Group #2)(57)

“We’re not mind readers,” Ian said.

“I want you…both,” she said simply.

Braden shoved off the doorframe and stalked toward her, all sense of easygoing teasing gone. There was a hint of darkness to his face that sent prickles of excitement dancing over her skin.

She peeked back up at Ian who had the same smoldering intensity lurking in his eyes. What the hell had she just done?

Braden leaned down, his fingers caressing her cheek. “Be sure about this, Katie. Be damn sure. We’ve played things your way, but if you want us both, it’s going to be our way. Can you handle giving up that kind of control?”

Holy hell. It was suddenly all sorts of hard to breathe.

“In bed,” she said coolly. As coolly as she could under the circumstances. “It doesn’t go any further than in bed. As long as we’re clear on that.”

Ian chuckled. “We don’t expect you to undergo a complete lobotomy.” He twisted her nipple between his fingers, sharply enough to send a spark of pain racing through her breast.

She closed her eyes. She craved the darkness she saw lurking in their eyes. Wanted it, needed it with a dangerous appetite. The bite of pain, the heat of raw, uncontrolled passion.

They knew her secrets, and now they were going to wrest control from her hands and give her everything she most desired.

She emitted a low growl. A primal sound of a woman greeting her mate. Her submission and her acquiescence. It wasn’t the sound of a weak, helpless female.

Ian tensed, and then he swung away from her, his feet hitting the floor with a thud. He tore his underwear off while Braden’s clothing flew in the other direction. And then two hulking, naked men faced her down with the promise of everything she’d ever desired flashing in their eyes.

She swallowed and lay still, waiting and wanting.

“On your knees,” Braden said in a low, silky voice.

Slowly she rolled, and then she pushed herself to her knees until they were planted in the soft mattress.

“Turn to me,” he said.

She turned, her fingers dug into the edge of the bed. The bed dipped behind her, and she glanced back to see Ian positioning himself at her ass. His hands gripped her hips, and there was nothing gentle about his grasp.

Braden’s hand slid into her hair, and then he fisted the strands and pulled her head slightly to the side. He grasped his c**k with his other hand and pumped a few times as he guided it toward her mouth.

“Open,” he said.

Adrenaline-laced desire centered in her belly and fanned outward, tightening every nerve ending in its path. Her pu**y fisted and tingled, and then she felt Ian nudging impatiently at her opening. There was no finesse, no gentle coaxing. He lined up and thrust deep.

She gasped, and Braden took advantage by sliding to the back of her throat. She was simultaneously filled by both men, and she’d never felt anything like it in her life.

“That’s it,” Braden said approvingly. “You’re ours, Katie. Take it deep. Just like that.”

Her body shook and rocked with the force of their motion. Neither man gave her any reprieve, and God, she loved it. She wanted to mount them both, take them hard and hungry. Her need was feral and demanding.

Braden’s musky scent filled her nostrils. His taste invaded her mouth and exploded over her tongue. She sucked hungrily, matching his thrusts with the bob of her head.

Ian rocked against her ass with enough force that each stab into her pu**y was an exotic mix of intense pleasure and sweet pain. His swollen c**k dragged over her entrance, stretching her mercilessly. He felt bigger than before, as if only now had she plumbed the depths of his desire.

And then she realized that she wasn’t feeling the sleek latex of a condom-covered cock. Every ridge, every swollen vein slid over the walls of her pu**y. Flesh to flesh.

She ripped her head from Braden’s c**k only to have his hand tighten in her hair, his displeasure over her action evident as he shoved his c**k back to her lips.

“Condom,” she said hoarsely. “Ian. Condom.”

Ian stilled against her and then cursed vividly. Then he pressed a gentle kiss to her spine. “Sorry, baby.”

He left her, and cool air brushed over her behind, chilling her as she lost his comforting warmth. Braden’s hand softened in her hair and he stroked, caressing the strands between his fingers.

She looked up, an invitation. He touched her cheek with his other hand and then shifted his hips so that his c**k brushed across her lips. She tongued the head, lapping in a circle as she tested the contour of the flared tip.

He plunged, taking her breath in one forceful thrust. He lodged in the back of her throat, and she swallowed to accept him. His hand tightened again in her hair, all softness gone.

He f**ked her mouth with rapid, hard strokes. For several long seconds, she didn’t breathe. She just felt. Absorbed. And then he tore himself away, and both their ragged breaths filled the room.

“Come here,” he rasped.

She got off the bed, her legs shaking. He yanked her to his chest and kissed her fiercely. Then he walked her back until she met the bed.

“Lay down.”

She sat first, her palms going down to brace her fall. Slowly she reclined until her head was pillowed in the tangle of sheets. He hooked her legs over his arms and pulled until her ass was aligned with the edge of the mattress. And then he let her down and stepped back.