A Sinful Trap (Three Sinful Wishes 2)

Davide made a pained noise and got to his feet. “Did you see…?”

“Bailey.” Cam tried to concentrate through the thick haze of his arousal. “How is that possible?”

He’d been told true mate connections happened after the mark, not before. And even then, with a human it wasn’t clear how much would be truly shared. He’d felt her over the last few days, emotions and random images. But nothing like this.

Did you forget that first night?

Had she been with him even then? In the office with Davide?

“She’s with us.” Davide spit on his hand and pressed two fingers into Cam’s ass. “She can see this. Feel it with us.”

“Fuck.” He needed to think, but Davide had other ideas.

“Let’s show her how much you love this.”

Cam had one hand braced on the counter while the other gripped the thick wooden seat of the stool, his knuckles turning white. He bent his knees to take more of what Davide was giving him. To demand it. “Fuck, that’s good. I thought I was imagining it. Her in my mind.”

“So did I. Look at you, still bossing me from the bottom.”

He loved the stretch. Davide’s thick fingers inside him. But he wanted more.

She wants more.

Cam groaned when Davide stopped and moved away again, this time coming back rubbing oil on his cock. “Is that Aaron’s grapeseed? He really is going to kill you.”

His laugh scraped like razors. This was too much. He could feel her everywhere now. Smell her and Davide around him. All of them together.

Mine. They’re mine.

“I’ll get him another bottle. I can’t wait, Cam. She can’t wait. We need to be inside you.”

We? This was madness. “Yes.”

Davide’s fingers on his hip were bruising, the slick head of his erection rubbing against him, coating him with oil and easing the way. Cam breathed out roughly as he rocked forward, sinking inside him. Filling him until it was hard to breathe.

Could she feel what he was feeling? The pain and pleasure and love and sex. The vulnerability and… Harder. There she was. Yes. She could feel it.

“Bailey.”

“I know,”

Davide held the back of Cam’s neck tight, the other still on his hip as he gave him what they all needed. Hard and deep. So deep and yes, right there. Every thrust pounding against that spot that drove him wild.

“Love,” Cam gasped. Love this. Love you.

Davide grunted as he slung his hips forward with more force than a human man could take. “You love giving up control. Letting us fuck you.”

Us.

Yes.

He was drunk on them. Davide claiming his body. Bailey sharing his mind. He could hear her now. The whimpers and moans. He saw thighs shift and shake on the seat of her truck as she fucked herself in time with Davide’s thrusts. Faster now. So deep. “Don’t stop.”

“I can’t.” Davide curved his body over Cam’s back, his heart racing, the speed of his thrusts unforgiving. “You feel too good. Oh fuck, she loves it, Cam.”

“Bailey,” he moaned, closing his eyes and reaching out to her.

Can you feel this? He wants to do this to you. Fuck your ass while I’m inside that wet pussy you can’t stop touching. I want to taste you first. Plant my face between your thighs and feast for hours before I give you my cock. But once you take it, we’ll never be able to let you go.

Cam tried to close his mind after his last thought, knowing he was wandering into dangerous territory. He needed to see her for that. Talk to her face to face. He couldn’t trust himself now. Not when he was this close to the edge. He was reaching for his cock when her orgasm brought him along for the ride.

It burned like a wildfire up his spine and he came shouting Davide’s name. Bailey’s name. They were coming together. One explosion setting off another, each of them feeding into the other. His back arched and he shook with the power of it. Blood filled his mouth and the wolf howled with the need to bite his mate. Mark his mate. Have them both.

Mine. Don’t make me choose. I can’t lose him.

Cam wasn’t sure how long it took for the world to come back into focus, but the first thing he felt was a warm, wet cloth against his skin and gentle kisses on his spine. It made him smile. My love.

“You didn’t break it.”

Cam lifted himself up to see the small crack in the wooden seat. Davide was right, but it was a near miss. “That’s good craftsmanship.”

Davide snorted, nuzzling his neck one more time before he pulled away to step into his running shorts. Then he disappeared around the corner.

Cam stretched, cracking his back and reaching for his own shorts, which had been tossed across the room. “Are we going to talk about what just happened?” he called as he pulled them on, thinking about the now-broken link they’d both shared with Bailey during sex.