Page 64 of Kiss of Embers
Finn shoved me behind him, then faced off with Struan. “What happened? You were supposed to hunt together.”
“We did,” Struan rasped.
“Are you sure? Because it looks like you terrified our mate.” Finn’s voice went low and silky. “That was bad, Struan.”
The game shifted, new rules sliding into place. A restless ache built between my thighs. My nipples tightened, reminding me I was still stark naked.
As if he read my mind, Finn fetched a blanket from the bed. His touch was gentle as he settled it around my shouldersand then pulled my hair from under the fabric. He’d obviously showered while we were away. A clean, citrusy scent mingled with the dark incense that always clung to him. Lounge pants rode low on his hips. A plain gray T-shirt stretched over his broad chest.
“All right?” he murmured, meeting my eyes.
I held the two halves of the blanket under my chin. “Yes. I’m fine.”
He touched my cheek. “That’s a good lass.” He turned and advanced on Struan, menace reentering his voice.
“Look at you,” he said, stopping before Struan. Finn turned just enough for me to see his expression, and he gave Struan’s swollen cock a pitying look. “Incapable of following the simplest instructions.” He reached out and cupped Struan’s heavy balls. “I suppose we’ll have to drain these.”
My breath hitched, and I tightened my grip on the blanket. Finn’s thick wrist brushed the side of Struan’s shaft. Struan whimpered like he’d been burned, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Finn squeezed and kneaded his testicles like he was weighing produce.
Struan bit his lip. His cock looked painfully tight, thick veins tracing up the meaty shaft.
“Mmm,” Finn said, mild disapproval in the sound. “We definitely can’t leave you like this.”
Struan stood silently, his nude body golden in the lantern light. His breathing stayed ragged as he eyed Finn with a mix of lust and wariness on his face. Moisture swelled from the slit in his cock.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his throat working as Finn fondled his balls. His pecs bunched and flexed, and his voice went hoarse. “Please, Finn. I— It won’t happen again.”
Finn sighed. With a final squeeze, he released Struan’s sack. “You mean you won’t ruin the evening for our female again?”he asked, circling Struan. Red flickered over his eyes. “She’s exhausted and probably starving. And you thought it was a good idea to chase her through the jungle.” His hand lashed out, his palm cracking against Struan’s ass.
I jumped, my mouth going dry. Finn struck again, landing two sharp blows on Struan’s cheeks. Struan grunted, his dick bobbing as he adjusted his stance. His abs rippled, and he tensed like he anticipated more blows.
Finn delivered, raining punishing slaps that echoed obscenely through the tent. Struan endured the spanking, his cock bouncing as he struggle to maintain his position. At first, he merely grunted, his jaw clenched and his expression stoic. But as Finn’s punishment wore on, his composure slipped, and he cried out and swayed with the blows. Still, Finn continued, his arm swinging and the sharp crack of flesh on flesh filling the tent. With each blow, Struan’s erection grew thicker, the tip smeared with moisture.
I squeezed my thighs together under the blanket, my clit throbbing with every heavy smack. The display unlocked something inside me, flinging buried desires into the open. Was this what I’d been missing? And if so, how had I ended up with two men capable of delivering it?
But I already knew the answer to my questions. I’d run from the truth—literally. But now I’d been caught, and the answer was as clear as a bell in my mind.
Fate.Fate had landed me precisely where I needed to be.
Struan sobbed, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure. Finn ceased the spanking and stepped back. He ran a hand through his hair as he caught his breath.
Struan sagged a little even as he kept his gaze straight ahead. He panted, his shoulders rising and falling. His face was red. Fresh sweat rolled down his chest and into the thin strip of hair that led to the black curls around his rigid, leaking cock.
“Good boy,” Finn said, and I dug my teeth into my lip so I wouldn’t moan. Finn went back to circling Struan. He took his time, running his gaze up and down Struan’s nude body like he inspected a prospective…something.
A pet, my mind supplied. Finn’s gaze was proprietary. Mercantile. He looked at Struan like he might like to collar him and keep Struan at his feet. And with every hot sweep of Finn’s gaze, Struan’s breathing grew more labored. His cock bobbed, the tip glossy with precome. He flexed his hands at his sides as if he wanted to touch his dick but didn’t dare.
At last, Finn stopped behind Struan and grasped Struan’s cock. “Now,” he murmured, “let’s make sure you stay a good boy.”
Struan moaned long and low, his eyes sliding shut and ecstasy spreading over his handsome face.
“Look at her,” Finn ordered, pumping Struan’s shaft with a tight, quick fist.
Struan opened his eyes. Then he winced as Finn gripped his hair and yanked his head back. Finn held him that way, one hand in Struan’s hair and the other furiously stroking Struan’s erection.
Both men stared at me, their big bodies haloed by lantern light. They presented a lurid, forbidden picture—one fully clothed and put together, the other nude and disheveled.
My heart raced. My body ached, every nerve ending attuned to the provocative scene playing out in front of me. The tent filled with Struan’s low, desperate-sounding moans and the fleshy sound of his cock shuttling through Finn’s fist.