Curves 'em Right (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (Paranormal Dating Agency Book 4) (4 page)

She wanted to squeal and throw herself at him. Maybe order him down on his knees and tell him to do her then and there, but what would that say about her? She choked back a snort. That she was damn horny and hadn’t had sex in a while is what he’d think. Which was the truth. She’d been so disappointed and angered with the past men in her life she’d pretty much lived an almost celibate life, except for her awesome battery operated friends in her private drawer.

“How do you know I’m not a mistake?” she asked.

She was realistic. The minute Blake and Kane realized who she was under the mask and costume, they’d treat her like she had the plague again. All because of that stupid friendship code. And the fact that Marcos was so overprotective.

His gaze roamed over her again, like a slow seductive caress. Her temperature spiked from that single sizzling glance. “You’re no mistake. I can tell. Even though I can’t catch your scent, my animal is pushing me to take you.”

His rough and rugged voice opened a new door to her need. Men didn’t talk to her like that. Ever.

“What will you do if I’m not what you truly want?”

A slight lift of his lips was the only hint of his smile. She stared at the scruffy jaw and shaggy haircut that made him look like a real life pirate. Perhaps it was that she had denied herself for too long from seeing Kane and Blake. When they’d both been what she’d desired secretly for so many years, but being this close to him made her question his real motives. She knew she wasn’t mate material. Not for them. They needed a third like them. A shifter. Everyone knew that’s how the Triads worked.

He lowered his head and she knew he wanted to kiss her again. Lord how she wanted that. More than she wanted to take off her damp panties.

“I’ll put it to you this way,” he breathed, his lips floating over hers. “I want to fuck your pretty lips. I want to slide up between your sexy thighs and feel your pussy wet and hot around my cock. And then, I want to come inside you. Again and again.” He rested his lips by her ear. “I have been thinking of every way I can get this outfit off you for the past ten minutes.” He sucked her earlobe between his teeth and tugged. 

FOUR

A heady thrill rushed her. She bit her lip and moaned, pressing closer to him. “Is my costume not nice enough?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s sexy as fuck. From the heels to the garters up to that top showing off your tits, it’s all one tempting little package.” He kissed his way to her lips. Her pulse skipped a beat. She might die just from his hand on her ass, squeezing her cheek. “The skirt hides your delectable ass. The top is hard to move and keeping me from touching your nipples.”

She swallowed the sand clogging her throat. “You can get it off...”

What the hell was she doing? She’d just given him permission to strip her at a party. Blake would return at any moment and the idea of him finding her and Kane together only pushed her anticipation. Would he join in? She knew they’d share a mate at some point, but did they share women regularly? That was something she wasn’t aware of and by god she wanted to find out firsthand.

Kane glanced down at the zipper on the front of her corset with another of those mind-fucking grins. “You’re right.”

The zipper hissed as he pulled it down, opening the tight corset at the front and leaving her bare on top. The material fell to the floor with a thump.

“This is a beautiful sight,” he said, his words so rough she could barely make them out. He cupped her breasts, lifting the heavy weight in his warm palms and thumbing her aching nipples. She groaned, her heartbeat increasing with the fondling he did. “Do you like me touching you, Little Red?”

She pushed closer into him, arching her back and pressing her chest into his hands. “God, yes!”

He brought his head down closer to her chest and sucked one of her nipples into the warm cavern of his mouth. Her body had a mind of its own at that point. She raised her hands up to his hair and clutched at the strands. Her belly quaked. Multiple shudders ran down her spine straight to her pussy.

She’d become so enthralled in his lips sucking her nipples, she’d forgotten anyone could walk in on them at any time. The sound of footsteps and laughter came from outside the garden. She tried to force her body to cooperate, but instead she gripped Kane’s hair harder and moaned. “So good...”

He lifted her in his arms and moved a few steps back before setting her down on the swing she’d seen when she’d first walked into the room. She leaned back into the cushion, her skirt hiked up to reveal her itty bitty panties and thigh highs.

“Christ. Is that a garter?”

She met his gaze with a grin. His reaction empowered her. The way he groaned the words out and pushed her legs open spoke volumes. The lust so evident in him was something she’d never seen in any man.

“Like it?”

“Little Red, I fucking love it.”

She leaned back in the cushioned swing, watching him as she raised her hands to her chest to tweak her own nipples. This was a new experience. But the look on his face was priceless. She reveled in these new sexy woman feelings.

Kane dropped down to kneel in front of her. He pushed her legs wider.

“This has to go,” he said, slicing through the panties with his claws. The soft sound of material tearing filled the quiet garden for a nanosecond. He peeled the see-through panties off her and growled. “That’s fucking, beautiful.”

She licked her lips, squeezing her breasts a little harder than before. Her pussy creamed as she watched his features tighten and his eyes glow brighter. For once she didn’t worry about how soft her belly looked or how thick her legs were. Instead, she focused on embracing the sensuality he brought out in her.

“My tongue is going to lap every little drop from your pussy,” he groaned softly, pressing his lips to her leg. “I want your wetness on me. I want to lick my lips and taste you over and over again.”

She had a hard time keeping her knees from shaking. Her blood sizzled with arousal. His words were like a magical movie playing in her mind. He swiped his tongue on her thigh.

She inhaled sharply and gulped. “How do I taste?”

“I can’t scent you, but from how beautiful your pretty pink folds are, I know you’re fucking delicious. I want to spend the rest of the night with my face in your pussy, feasting on you.”

His licks and kisses moved to the center of her need. Her muscles tensed. She waited with baited breath for him to do something, anything. Men didn’t really give Dani oral. Not usually. They complained her thighs were too wide and she tended to squeeze their heads when she got excited. A man who willingly wanted to do that without her having to push his head down was a miracle. This was something that turned her on beyond belief.

“Kane...” she groaned.

He curled his arms around her large thighs and held her in place, draping her legs over his shoulders. Her heels pressed at his back and he didn’t seem to mind.

“You in this little outfit will be forever burned in the back of my brain.”

Good gracious he knew just what to say.

“Why?”

“Heels, garters and thigh highs have to be some of the sexiest things to see a woman with your body in.”

She pushed back the urge to groan. “Because I’m big?”

“You’re not big. You’re beautiful. Lush. You have a body made for fucking.”

She blinked back the visions of him doing just that. “I’ve never heard that.”

“It’s true.” He placed butterfly kisses on one thigh then the other. “All I can think about right now is keeping your legs wide open and watching my cock slide deep into your wetness. I want to fuck you. Everywhere.”

“Looks like you two are having fun without me,” came Blake’s voice from the doorway. He clicked the door lock behind him and placed glasses filled with champagne on a table by the entrance.

She moaned, not caring that he’d caught them in the middle of Kane kissing his way to her pussy.

“You look divine laying there,” Blake said, prowling closer.

Kane didn’t stop. He brushed his lips over her clit in a sweep so light she gasped, and then waited for him to do it again.

She pinched her nipples harder, wiggling her hips lower to meet Kane’s mouth.

“Patience,” Kane murmured between her thighs.

“I can’t,” she gasped, shutting her eyes and pressing her head back into the cushion of the swing.

“You can,” Blake said. “Here, let me help you, beautiful.”

Blake sat next to her on the big swing. He shifted to his side and picked her hands up and placed them on his chest. She watched his beautiful dark eyes glow with his animal. He brought his lips down over hers, sucking the air out of her lungs. Crawling her hands over his chest, she gripped the material of his shirt and tugged him closer at the same time Kane licked her folds.

Blake swept his tongue into her mouth. Probing. Taking. She moaned into the kiss and shuddered when Kane flicked his tongue in circles over her clit.

She ignored the tiny voice in her head telling her she shouldn’t do this. These were her brother’s friends but she wanted a relationship. Things like this never happened to Dani so she’d take it and enjoy it. She’d enjoy every second of Kane’s mouth on her pussy, sucking and licking like she was a tasty piece of fruit. She’d enjoy Blake’s mouth pressing over hers, his fingers molding her breasts and pulling at her nipples.

Daniella knew this wouldn’t last. It was too good. Too perfect to have these two sexual creatures lapping at her body as though she were a gift from the gods.

She dug her nails into Blake’s chest. Though toned and muscular, Blake had a less bulky frame than big mountain man Kane. Blake’s skin felt hot under his torn shirt. He grunted into the kiss, his thumbs pressing at her aching nipples. He moved away from her lips, leaving her to fight her lungs for some air.

Passion flooded her veins with both men caressing her body. Blake encased one of her nipples in his mouth. He grazed his teeth over the swollen mound and sucked hard. Electricity sparked through her, making her shudder.

She threw her head back, slid one hand into his short hair and held him tight to her chest. Christ that felt good. His mouth on her breast, licking and biting, reduced her ability to think and form a coherent sentence. She gripped Kane’s longer shaggy hair with her other hand and rocked her hips on his lips.

It was surreal. The fantasy she’d always had but never thought would come true. Both men wanting, licking, and sucking on her body to bring her to the heights of pleasure. Kane drove his tongue into her channel, fucking her with it and growling to create a vibration that drove her wild.

“Yes! God, yes!” she screamed.

Her pussy grasped at Kane’s driving tongue. He didn’t stop. He licked her, pushing the tension curling in her stomach to form into a tight ball ready to explode at any moment.  Her brain tried to take in the actions of both men heating her blood to boiling.

Kane brushed his tongue up from her ass to her clit in slow wide licks. She groaned with each swipe of his tongue on her slick flesh. He sucked her throbbing clit between his teeth.

“Oh, my god! More, more, more...”

Both men bit her in tandem. She was glad she was sitting on the swing since her muscles felt heavy and weak. Kane growled on her pussy, nibbling her clit hard. Blake did the same on her breast, her nipple tight between his teeth. The vibrations rocking her body blew the tension at her core into millions of pieces. She choked on a scream, her body slowly loosening as a tidal wave of pleasure swept her under.

She sucked breaths into her deprived lungs, mini rockets shooting from her core outward to her heavy limbs.

Kane continued to kiss her inner thighs, working his way down to her knees. Blake pulled back, pushing some of the sweaty strands of hair away from her face. Her body started to cool after the massive inferno that consumed it moments before. She sat up slowly, fixing her skirt and watching Kane stand.

Blake took hold of her mask and tugged. “You won’t need this anymore,” he murmured, peeling the black half mask off her face.

She screeched and tried to hide her face only to hear both men gasp. Fuck.

“Daniella?” Kane asked, standing before her with a scowl fierce enough to scare small children.

She looked around for her corset. No way in hell was she having a talk with them while half naked. She struggled to zip the corset up, knowing that the damn thing needed to be loosened at the back so it could close at the front. Right at that moment her brain didn’t want to think about that. All she wanted was to not be naked while she discussed with her brother’s friends why she’d just let them give her oral sex and why she hadn’t said a thing about who she was.

She growled and pressed the open corset over her naked breasts, holding it up with shaky hands. Hell. Of all the times for them to realize who she was, this was not the one she’d envisioned when they’d started earlier.

“Hi.” She pressed the material over her body, using it almost like a safety shield.

They stared at each other. “What are you doing here?”

“Being set up on a date.”

“You? She set us up with you?” Kane growled.

His tone made her frown. Hadn’t they just been all over her like they couldn’t get enough of her just thirty seconds ago? What happened to that?

“Well what the hell is wrong with me? I thought you just told me I was perfect.” Jerk. Figures that he’d say the right words just to get her naked. Or mostly naked.

“You are perfect,” Blake said. “You’re also Marcos’s sister.”

She shrugged. “So?”

This whole thing of her being Marcos’s little sister annoyed the shit out of her. Weren’t these grown men?

“Your brother once told us that we needed to keep our hands off you,” Kane said, walking to one of the open doors leading to the back and leaning on the frame. “We’ve been careful to not damage our friendship with him.”

That rat bastard! “You mean to tell me that you two could want me and will not touch me because of Marcos?”

She clenched her jaw so hard she swore her teeth would break at any moment.

Kane and Blake glanced back and forth at each other before both frowning at her and answering at the same time, “Yes.”

Tired of fighting to keep the open corset from revealing her body, she snagged a folded throw off a chair and threw it over her shoulder, allowing the corset to slide off without showing her breasts. She folded the corset and held it in front of her along with the sides of the blanket like a shield. With measured steps, she marched to the door Blake had locked when he’d brought them champagne.

“What are you doing,” Blake asked, his voice filled with concern.

She stopped, turned and cleared her throat. “I'm getting out of here. You two have no clue what you want. It’s obvious that Mrs. Wilder made a mistake in bringing us together.”

Dammit, she’d been so close to getting both men naked. The injustice.

“Don't go!” Blake ran a hand through his short cropped hair. He appeared torn and she couldn’t understand it. It shouldn't be this hard to make a decision about wanting her. They either did or didn’t.

They weren't bound to Marcos for any reason other than friendship, so why couldn't they be with her if that's what made them happy?