Captive Wolf (Werewolf Erotic Romance) (Amber in Darkness #1) Page 6

  Scott was nothing short of amazing, she decided. Resting her face against his neck, she tasted the sweat, felt the firm flexing of his muscles, the beat of his pulse. He growled, nostrils flaring as he drove his cock into Austin and his fingers into her.

  A tremor rocked her, surprising her with a violent twinge of pleasure. Her hand swept down to brace on Austin's hip. He felt cool under the heat of her arousal, familiar. How long had it been since she'd fantasized about touching his naked body, dreamt about him ravishing her like Scott was currently doing to him?

  Her fingers traced down under him, following the contours of his lean muscles. Then she brushed his smooth cock and a gasp sucked through his teeth.

  There had always been distance between them, despite the tangible tension and shameless flirtation. She'd agonized about that for so long, wondering if it could ever be crossed. But now, with Scott's help, the thin wall between them had eroded with the simple touch of her fingertips along his tender length.

  With a flick of his blond hair, Austin glanced back at her, his jaw clenched in what she could only describe as uncontrolled ecstasy. But he didn't protest as she gripped him, curling her hand around his hard shaft.

  Scott ground his hand against her, plunging his fingers inside her. A wave of vertigo washed over her for a moment and she rolled her head back. Never had she imagined how good it would feel to touch Austin, to share her desires with him. With both of them. Sparks of pleasure flared in her nerves.

  As intensity built inside her, she watched Scott ramming into Austin and she imagined it was her being taken instead, being used mercilessly. First by the dark werewolf, then the golden haired vampire.

  Austin's cock lurched in her hand; he made an incomprehensible sound in his throat. Maybe it was a word, or it could have been the cry of an animal. She couldn't guess. What she did know was that he was moving faster now: driving himself into her hand and thrusting his ass back against Scott's invasion.

  Drawing along his length, her wrist motion quickened, working his cock. Austin panted out short gasps, writhing, his body heaving between the two of them. A breath caught in his throat. His cock quivered and then jerked hard, spilling his seed over Amber's fingers, quaking and spurting into the bedding beneath him.

  Scott chuckled as he flexed his fingers inside her. "You're next."

  "Really?" she murmured into Scott's shoulder, still amazed that Austin had let her touch him. For one glorious moment, she held his pleasure and the proof was slick on her skin.

  "I insist." Scott touched his lips to her forehead.

  "I don't know—"

  But his fingers were insistent. And they were dexterous and firm, fucking her as thoroughly as any cock ever had. Soon she was squirming, begging him with hoarse whispers, as he took Austin with a slow, methodical rhythm. The vampire sagged on the bed, pressing his face into the blankets, his blond hair veiling him.

  Amber gasped; her knees flinched, threatening to buckle, but she held on to Scott, righting herself. A long shudder danced up her spine, followed by shorter throbs, focused, closer, intensified at her core. She cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and spots bloomed in the darkness.

  "Oh God," she panted, opening her eyes to stare up at him: unfocused, bright.

  Sweat dampened his hair, weighing it down so it fell over his brow. His pace slowed and he withdrew from her. Then he lifted his wet fingers to his mouth and meticulously licked his skin.

  "You taste as good as you smell."

  She smiled and kissed the edge of his jaw but her legs wobbled under her, threatening to collapse with each delicious aftershock. With a deep satisfied sigh, she sat down on the edge of the bed.

  So now it was Scott's turn, and he seemed to know it. Amber even thought he might have been holding himself back. But now he leaned over Austin, glowering and bearing down on him, increasing the driving force of his hips.

  Amber scooted herself back on the bed until she was sitting in front of Austin's bowed head. She brushed the lanky hair from his brow.

  "You okay?"

  "Yes," he said in a raspy voice. "Feels great. I'm just tired."

  Amber gently caressed Austin's hand and he splayed his fingers, intertwined them with hers. She stroked her thumb over his knuckles, feeling him tense from the thrusts. A small whine blew from his lips.

  Scott's breath was coming hard now and he wrapped his arms around Austin, a rough bear hug with one forearm under the vampire's chin. His other arm pressed against the vampire's mouth.

  "Go ahead."

  Austin looked back, his eyes wide with a silent question. His hand trembled in Amber's hand.

  "Do it before I change my mind."

  That was all the urging Austin needed. His lips pulled back, exposing his gleaming porcelain fangs. Then in a flash they were gone, plunging into Scott's wrist. The vampire latched on to the flesh like a dying man at an oasis, desperate, suckling, whimpering like an animal.

  Amber knew the bite must have hurt—they always did, even once you got used to it. But Scott didn't show it. Instead, a new light burned in his eyes, feral, menacing. Fucking Austin harder, like he was punishing him.

  She'd never seen it from this vantage point, but the changes in Austin were fascinating. First, the rush of new blood in his veins stood out against his pale skin, like the fine roots of a plant, thin tendrils creeping. Then the color spread, evening out, and his pallor was gone, replaced by healthy pink skin. His muscles tensed, bunching and rippling, and the hand that held hers flexed, his fingers gripping with renewed strength.

  And he was warm. No, he was feverishly hot.

  Austin took long measured gulps, his throat pulsing under his newly pink skin. The veins in Scott's arm stood out; a trickle of blood ran down to the bend of his elbow, dripping dark spots on the bed. Once again, their coupling was captivating and she couldn't tear her eyes away. But this wasn't like before. Now it was darker. Brutal. Beautifully raw.

  Scott's head whipped back; his face strained as his hips bucked hard. Then a low growl rolled from his throat: deep, long, bestial. A vein bulged along his temple and his eyes squeezed shut.

  "Fuck," he moaned, the word trailing off with a harsh jerk.

  An intense wave of emotional heat surged from him, causing Amber to flinch. But before she could decipher if it was from pleasure or pain, his back arched and his body spasmed with a rough rhythm. His breath blew out; his face fell against Austin's neck, and he lay for a moment, his chest heaving.

  "Austin." Amber gave the vampire a squeeze. "That's enough."

  But his eyes were wild with lust, his full red lips sucking on Scott's arm, greedy, manic, not letting go.

  Scott groaned and there was something wrong underneath it. The sound was hollow, unlike him. His skin was cool. Too cool. Turning ashen. Time slowed and an alarm rang in her ears.

  "Austin!" Amber screamed. She pulled hard on Scott's arm. "You don't want to kill him."

  Her muscles flexed and she pried with all her strength. Straining. Seconds lengthened, stretching for an eternity. It's taking too long. All of the wonder, fascination and desire she'd felt mere moments before dissolved into dread.

  Her hand made a split-second decision before the thought registered in her mind. Crack. His mouth broke away with a wet pop and a ragged snarl. Then he blinked, as if coming to his senses, his cheek blooming red from the slap.

  "I'm—" The words slurred off his tongue. "—not used to it." Then his knees buckled under him and he flattened out on his belly with a ragged sigh.

  Amber quickly wrapped a shirt around Scott's arm and tied it tight. "Scott?" Her voice quavered as she pulled him off of Austin and helped him lay back on the bed.

  His eyes rolled for a moment before focusing on her.

  "Are you okay?" She pressed her hand to his cheek.

  A smile broke on his lips. "I'm great," he mumbled. "Best fuck I've had in a while."

  She frowned, turning her head from Scott's stretched out position to Austin'
s sprawled body. Then she shook her head. "Men," she whispered as she lay back, nestling in between them.

  ***

  Amber woke with a start, blinking and disoriented. Unsure of her surroundings. Did she pass out? Oh God, please no. Her heart raced and her eyes darted. Then she remembered and took a deep breath.

  On one side of her, Austin's naked body, sleeping peacefully. No, it was more than that. He looked younger, even innocent with his flushed pink skin and bright lips. If his eyes were open, they would have been vivid azure, though heavy-lidded and dopey. It would be a long while before he came out of the trance.

  Wolf's blood, she thought. I don't know what they see in it.

  She glanced at her other side, finding only a crumpled shirt covered in bloodstains. Her handsome stranger. It was a nice fantasy, but what happened next?

  Amber lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. There was water running in the adjoining bathroom. The door was ajar, spilling light and steam out into the dark room. She listened to the sound for what seemed like too long: splashing, soothing, like the pitter patter of raindrops.

  When she couldn't stand being alone with her thoughts for any longer, she bit her lip and got up. Maybe it didn't have to be over quite yet.

  She paused to give Austin an affectionate glance before slipping through the doorway. There was no need to worry about disturbing his sleep. He wouldn't wake for anything short of a bomb blast or Armageddon.

  In the shower, Scott stood in all his naked glory, lathered suds dripping down his hard chest and strong legs. She couldn't help but take him in, her eyes wandering over every ridge and muscle.

  He glanced up at her, freezing for a moment. Then he chuckled and shook his head as he continued to wash.

  Amber smiled. "What?"

  "Nothing."

  The corset had already been loosened during her earlier flirtation, so she reached up to finish the job. Her fingers worked seductively, freeing each string with an exaggerated flourish.

  "Mind if I join you?"

  He gave a nonchalant shake of his head as he scrubbed his arms. But his eyes remained fixed on her.

  With one last tug, she peeled the fabric from her chest and her breasts spilled out, tingling and finally freed. Then she bent over to drop her skirt.

  Scott tilted his head. He was trying to remain impassive, not show anything—she could tell. But his hands had stopped moving, as if he'd forgotten about washing himself. And his stare burned into her body, prickling her naked skin.

  He stepped aside as she opened the glass door and took her place facing the showerhead.

  "Do you have the soap?" She glanced over her shoulder, the hot water cascading down her chest and peaked nipples.

  "Yeah." Scott gave her a crooked grin. Then he reached around her, offering the small bar on his palm.

  "Well, go ahead then." She wiggled her ass against his crotch and winked back at him.

  He raised an eyebrow before reaching for a washcloth. "Okay." Rubbing the soap and fabric together, lather foamed over his fingers.

  Starting at her shoulders, he smoothed down her arms and back up under them. Then he washed down her sides with quick, easy strokes, each swath of his hand sending tingles up her spine. His motion was purposeful and direct, not as soft as Austin's sensual touch, but not exactly rough either.

  The wet cloth trailed down her back and over her rear where he paused briefly, his soapy finger brushing lightly over her tender hole.

  She gasped and heat rose in her cheeks—but not unwelcome; the good kind of heat. She turned in his arms and reached up to kiss him. Her need crushed against his lips: determined, hungry, passionate.

  He held her as the water ran over their bodies, his tongue striving with hers, his hands pressing her chest against his. But as she felt her loins ache, he broke off and stared down at her with a serious glint in his eyes.

  His hand cupped her neck and his thumb brushed, gently, over the healing skin on her throat. She swallowed hard. All that makeup and he still noticed it.

  He cocked his head. "What are you two caught up in?"

  She lowered her eyes and bit her lip. This wasn't what she wanted to talk about, especially not now. With him. There would be enough trouble later. "It's not anything you should worry about."

  "If I knew more, maybe I could help."

  Idly she traced a finger around one of his tiny nipples. "It would put you in danger."

  He laughed. "I'm used to that."

  "They're strong. They have—" Her eyes closed as she tried not to tremble. "—dark powers."

  His fingers gripped her chin and he forced her to look up. "I've dealt with that before."

  She stared at him with confusion. His words were bold, and his face like stone. But she sensed the fear in him—she'd seen it before. It wasn't strong, more like a sheen of oil, just on the surface of his racing blood.

  "They could kill you."

  "And I could die in a car crash." He smiled. "At least this way it would be worth it."

  She lowered her head against his chest and he stroked his hand over her hair. He didn't know what he was getting into but her heart swelled with a glimmer of hope. If it wasn't for the water rushing over her head, he might have noticed the tears in her eyes.

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