Page 66 of Kiss of Embers
It was Zara. Without her, Finn probably could have dragged things out for several more hours. He was a master of edging, capable of dangling gratification in front of his victims without succumbing to temptation himself—at least not for a long fucking time.Frustratingdidn’t begin to cover it.
But our little alpha changed things. She wanted us—and she finally seemed to accept that she was meant for us. Oh, she’d put up a good fight, doing her best to ignore us as we navigated the first two challenges. I couldn’t blame her. She was trying to save her pack. But fate was a pushy bitch, always butting in regardless of bad timing or inconvenience.
Hell, for all I knew, fate had arranged our current predicament, trapping us in our jungle holding cell for a little forced proximity. Then Finn nudged Zara over the edge with his “you two go hunt while I make dinner” stunt.
And it worked, damn him. Zara’s arousal had soaked the air, her need summoning my dragon like a clarion call. The beast cared nothing for dominance or submission. It simply urged me to mark. To claim. Then she ran, trailing the sweet scent of her pussy because shewantedme to catch her.
My dick swelled—and immediately pressed against the cage. Pressure built, and frustration gripped me as my erection subsided even as my desire remained. The ring cut into my balls, which throbbed with every beat of my heart. I spread my legs a bit under the table, hunting for relief for about the hundredth time since we sat down.
“Everything all right, Struan?” Finn asked. His expression was polite. His eyes danced with wickedness.
“No,” I muttered, sitting back in my chair. He’d allowed me a hot shower—and a pair of pajama pants. While I was happy to be clean and semi-covered, my thwarted lust was a constant distraction. And in a true catch-22, the humiliation of being caged merely fueled my desire. Steel strangled my dick, each band digging into my shaft. The ring cinched my nuts. At least a dozen times throughout dinner, I’d reached to adjust myself only to encounter the unforgiving steel between my legs. My ass had yet to heal from Finn’s spanking, and every minor shift in the chair sent fresh pain stabbing through my buttocks.
He’d reduced me to an object. A toy. Now, I had to wait until he decided to take me down from the shelf and play with me.
Zara watched me across the table, her chocolate-brown eyes hazy with lust. She wore one of Finn’s T-shirts, and her nipples thrust against the white cotton. Her pale hair had dried in soft waves that spilled down her back and over her shoulders. Withher full, pink lips and flushed cheeks, she had the look of a scantily clad angel.
But my angel had more than a little devil in her. She’d proved that much when she gripped my aching, abused dick, her wolf staring out from her eyes. She was plenty dominant, although not quite as much as Finn. He probably considered her a switch, her submissive and dominant sides surging forth or retreating depending on the circumstances. He cared about labels that way. At the moment, I just cared about finishing what I’d started with Zara.
Finn looked at her. “Have you ever met a submissive top, lass?”
My dick tightened, blood filling my shaft. Metal bit into my skin, and I clenched my jaw as pressure built and then ebbed.
Zara sat up straighter. Her lips parted as she looked between us. “I… No, I don’t think I have.”
The wicked light in Finn’s eyes danced higher. “It’s an interesting combination.” He turned his gaze to me, his eyes roving my bare chest. “Struan craves service. He loves to be used, all his considerable power placed in someone else’s hands. He needs to be directed. Controlled.” Finn turned back to Zara. “He takes, but he takes whatyouwant.”
Feminine arousal thickened in the air, the scent so rich and sweet I couldn’t stifle my groan. My dick plumped, straining against the cage. Seed filled my balls, and I shifted in the chair as the ring tightened around my scrotum.
Zara licked her lips, the flash of her pink tongue setting a new fire inside me. Her nipples threatened to rip through her shirt. She wore no panties. I’d confirmed that more than once after she emerged from the shower. The only thing separating me from her lithe, silky body was a T-shirt, and I needed the cotton barriergone.
“So,” Finn said softly, “what do you want, lass?”
I held my breath, every cell poised on the edge of a precipice—every part of me desperate to tip over the edge and into a future with the woman Finn and I had waited a century to find.
“You,” she whispered, looking between us again. “Both of you.”
Victory burst inside me. I leaned forward.
“But.”
I tensed, my heart stuttering.
Zara drew an uneven breath. “I don’t know if I’m ready for a commitment. A…claiming. Forever is a long time, a-and I’m not sure?—”
“We don’t have to claim you to make love to you,” I said. “And we don’t have to think about forever. Just right now.”
She stared at me, gorgeous and wary.
“Do you trust us?” I pressed. It was a risk. Even now, the possibility of hernohung in the air. But it was a risk worth taking.Shewas worth it.
Slowly, she nodded. “Yes.”
“And you want us?”
Her breath hitched. Her eyes lightened to amber, and her answer emerged as a growl. “Yes.”
My cock swelled again. My balls throbbed, my sack tight enough to burst. “How do you want us?”