Enticed (Two Marks 3)

“Good girl. Definitely a spanking,” I chimed in, tugging off her cowgirl boots. Fuck, yes.

“But don’t make me wait for the orgasm this time,” she said, as if she had any say.

Holt laughed and pushed her shirt up over her bra. “Did you hear that? She thinks she’s in charge now.” He shoved a cup down and grazed his teeth over her nipple.

“Well, you did ask her what she wanted,” I reminded as I unbuttoned her jeans. He worked up high, I took low.

“True. That’s on me.” He licked her nipple, then blew lightly and watched it stiffen. Her scent soothed me and my wolf, but I wanted to bite that tender tip. Nip at it. Make it sting so good for her, just like Holt just did. I’d get my turn on those luscious peaks.

He kissed across her chest and flicked his tongue over the other nipple while I pulled off her jeans and socks. “Mmm, I’ve been thinking about you all day. All fucking day. When you said you couldn’t come over tonight, I was heartbroken.”

“Heartbroken, huh?” She let out a soft scoff as she shifted to help us strip her bare.

“No lie, sweetheart. Utterly heartbroken.”

She couldn’t answer because I was taking her panties off with my teeth, and her breath was shuddering out with a whimper. I could catch her sweet scent as my nose slid over her silky flesh.

Holt must have figured he’d better catch up, so he pulled her t-shirt over her head and got rid of the bra. “How do you want her for the spanking?” he asked me. He wouldn’t always defer to me, his scent-match, but this time he did. I’d take the lead. Definitely a great way to play good cop, bad cop.

“I thought about putting her over my lap.” I pushed one of her knees up and licked into her, making her shriek with pleasure. Fuck, she tasted so good. Like sweet, sticky honey. My dick pressed painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

“You know what would be really hot?” Holt mused.

“Hmm?” I wasn’t holding back with my tongue, and her hips squirmed and circled against my mouth to get more. My wolf was thrilled to have her taste on my tongue, her scent in my lungs. Her beneath us.

“Having her over both our laps,” he finished.

“Mmm. That’s fucking hot. I like it,” I replied.

She whimpered when I stopped licking her and moved toward the headboard by Holt as he grabbed the brand new butt plug and lube he’d had rush delivered for just this moment.

“Come here, little prisoner.” The affection in my murmur didn’t match the words.

Holt gently arranged her over our laps—her ass over mine, her torso over his. I brought my hand down with a light slap, watching the flesh ripple and instantly turn pink. Holt cupped her breast and stroked the long, lovely line of her back.

I dipped my fingers between her legs and then brought them out and licked them.

Fuck. I could come just from this. I was that gone for her.

I could smell that sweet nectar in the air. It was burning into my brain.

“She’s already so wet,” I groaned with appreciation.

“Her body knows how well we’re going to take care of her.”

Ali writhed over our laps—I suspected it was to encourage more action and less talking.

“Warm her ass up a little and show her what happens when she makes bad choices,” Holt instructed.

I delivered a half-dozen spanks. For her. For me. For Holt. I started light then got a little more intense with each one. She gasped and I stopped and rubbed away the sting, felt the heat radiate from that lush flesh.

“Ready for a little ass play, sweetheart? Bad girls get played with inside and out. Everywhere.”

She stilled, her muscles going tense. That pink butt quivered, then relaxed. “Yes.”

Fuck, yes. I was sure she could feel my dick get harder beneath her hips.

Holt flipped the lid on the lube. I held out my hand and he dribbled some onto my fingers.

Ali startled when the cool liquid coated her back entrance.

“Shh, just a finger,” I murmured, circling then gently working a finger past that tight ring.

Then out. Then again. Holt watched and drizzled more lube as I breached her deeper and deeper.

“Shit, that’s hot. Doing okay, sweetheart?” Holt asked.

We didn’t need to hear the answer to know she was fine. She was relaxed over my lap, and her bottom tipped up every time I pulled my finger back.

She moaned and I couldn’t help but smile. I slipped my finger free and took the plug from Holt. “Time for the plug,” I said. “Take it like a good girl.”

Her back stiffened at the feel of the solid metal, but she relaxed when I didn’t do more than swirl it, then press gently.

I took my time working it in, and Holt returned to playing with her breasts. The combination made her writhe and moan.