Page 65 of Kiss of Embers

“Please,” Struan croaked. His accent thickened. “Please, I need tae come.”

Finn pumped him faster. His eyes fired crimson, and he bared his fangs. “You may,” he said, then he plunged his fangs into Struan’s neck.

Struan cried out. He stiffened, every muscle straining as semen spurted from his cock in thick, milky jets. His hips jerked, his balls swaying. Come spilled over Finn’s hand and onto the carpet.

Finn’s throat worked as he swallowed, feeding from Struan as his hand flew up and down Struan’s cock. Struan’s cry turned into a bellow, and he bucked into Finn’s fist.

“Fuck!” he rasped. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

Finn wrenched his mouth from Struan’s neck. He slowed his strokes as he swiped his tongue over the puncture wounds, licking twin trickles of blood away. Struan shook in his grip, clearly spent and starting to come down. But Finn didn’t let him. Instead, he slicked seed over Struan’s shaft and continued stroking him, milking more ropes from Struan’s cock.

Struan sobbed, his hips jerking disjointedly. He lifted his head from Finn’s shoulder and stared dazedly at his cock, as if he couldn’t believe it was attached to him. Another stream of come shot from his tip, and he moaned and let his head fall backward again.

“There you go,” Finn crooned, his red-sheened eyes fastened on me. “Get it all out. Just a little more, hmm? That’s a good lad.” He gave Struan three quick, brutal pumps. Struan released a broken, masculine whimper, his fists clenching as Finn forced more come from his cock. But it was a dribble now, just a few pearly drops appearing at Struan’s slit.

“Please,” Struan rasped, trembling. He sagged against Finn, his cock soft and his chest heaving.

Gaze locked with mine, Finn swiped his hand down Struan’s shaft, gathering come onto his palm. Struan moaned and squirmed, clearly overstimulated, but he endured the rough handling the same as he’d endured the spanking.

“Open,” Finn ordered, carrying his hand to Struan’s lips. Struan opened obediently, and he didn’t protest when Finn pushed two seed-covered fingers deep into his mouth.

Struan held my stare as he sucked, a mixture of shame, lust, and submission in his dark blue eyes. The last roused my wolf, who surged to the surface with a possessive growl. My lips peeled back from my teeth, and I drifted forward before I was even fully aware of what I was doing.

Approval gleamed in Finn’s eyes. He pulled his fingers from Struan’s mouth. “Come here, lass. You can help me with this last part.”

Blood rushed in my ears as I crossed to the men, my fingers still tight on the blanket. Struan’s lashes fluttered. The smell of masculine sweat and aggression swirled in the air.

“Hold him for me,” Finn said, offering Struan’s cock like he owned it. My wolf stirred, and power hummed in my veins as I transferred the blanket to one hand so I could do as Finn asked. The second I grasped Struan’s damp, softened shaft, he moaned and swayed on his feet. His cock twitched against my palm. Possessiveness flooded me. When I tightened my grip, a breathy moan slipped from him.

“I’ll only be a moment,” Finn said. He steadied Struan, then channeled away. Struan gazed down at me, his lips parted and a bright flush staining his cheekbones.

Mine.The declaration was a bright neon sign in my head. Impossible to deny. Needing him closer, I squeezed Struan’s dick and tugged him into me. His eyes flared as he stumbled forward.

“Zara,” he breathed, his cock swelling in my hand.

Finn reappeared beside me, something silver flashing in his palm. He snorted softly as he looked at Struan’s groin. “I can’t leave you alone for two seconds.” His arm brushed mine as he fiddled with whatever he held. “Hold him steady, lass. It’s easierto do this while he’s soft.” He opened his hand, revealing a steel cock cage.

Struan sucked in a breath. “Finn?—”

“Wheesht. If you can’t control yourself, I’ll do it for you.”

Fresh moisture dampened my pussy. Struan’s cock twitched again as I held it while Finn slipped the cage over the shaft, encasing it in a metal sheath made of snug, shiny bands. They ran horizontally down Struan’s length, ensuring any erection would wither before it had a chance to form. Struan winced as Finn positioned the ring behind his testicles, trapping Struan’s sack between the ring and the cage. A small padlock at the top held everything in place.

Then Struan stood before us, his cock wrapped in steel from root to tip. His sack plumped behind the cage, the heavy globes appearing larger with the steel ring mashing them against the bars of the cage. He moaned softly, his face flushed and his brows drawn tight.

“There,” Finn said, admiration thick in his tone. He turned to me. “Now, lass, I believe I promised you hot water and a nice dinner.”

Chapter

Eighteen

STRUAN

Finn played a good game, but he didn’t fool me.

As remarkable as his control was, even he had limits. He neared them now as he sat at the head of the table. Zara and I flanked him, the remnants of our meal spread between us. A faint breeze drifted from outside, setting the lanterns swaying.

And the pulse in Finn’s neck fluttered just a little too fast for me to believe he had a grip on his lust. There were other signs. The occasional flash of red in his eyes. The random hitches in his breath. The subtle way he shifted in his seat.