“No! What? You guys can’t spank me for that.”
She was turned over once more, her legs dropped down so she was kneeling over the bed. A sharp smack quickly landed on her bottom.
“Caleb!”
Several more smacks heated her cheeks. Her skin had already been slightly tender but his spanks were harder now. And her bottom was soon hot and aching.
Carefully, he drew her up, holding her in his arms. “Never,” he whispered. “It’s the four of us and that’s it. You should know better. We’re all possessive as hell. If any other man ever tries to take what is ours, then Wolfe won’t be the only one carving up body pieces.”
Okay, she shouldn’t have found that sexy.
Maybe she was weird.
“Lie back. Wolfe, get that chair into position. Time to make our girl scream for another reason.”
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Caleb parted her lower lips, taking a long lick.
Delicious.
She squirmed and he moved his hands back to her thighs, pressing down to remind her that she had to stay still. Little noises of pleasure escaped her.
Maybe he was going too fast. But then, it felt almost too slow to him. Eight years he’d been waiting for this. And he didn’t intend to waste a moment. He’d held back to let her rest and heal. But she was getting stronger every day under their care. And her Little side was starting to come through more and more.
It was time to take things up a level.
Another cry escaped her as he licked at her clit. He continued to drive her slowly crazy with each long lap of his tongue. He could feel the tension building in her thighs, could hear her breath growing quicker.
“Oh, Caleb, please.”
He swirled his tongue around her clit. Then flicked it quickly.
“Oh! Oh! Ohh!”
He drew back.
“No! Don’t stop! Damn it!” She reached down to touch him and he drew his head up to give her a stern look.
“Where are your hands meant to be?” he asked.
“But you stopped!”
“Believe me, having to wait will be a good thing.”
“It doesn’t feel that way,” she pouted.
“Do you need Wolfe to hold you down?” he asked.
Her eyes widened and she turned to look at Wolfe who was sitting in the chair, his elbow on the arm.
“No,” she replied.
“No?”
“She likes me watching,” Wolfe said, his eyes filled with heat.
How was she so perfect for them? He had no idea, but he wasn’t going to take it for granted. He laid kisses along the top of her mound as her breathing slowed. He knew she was starting to get frustrated.