Bitter Truths (Crimson Falls Duet 2)

Never in my life have I seen a woman so alluring, so fucking mind-altering, and so sexy she’s got my cock weeping in my fucking slacks. I want to spank her ass for being a tease, but when I told her to get ready, I really wasn’t expecting her to turn into a gorgeous siren like this.

It’s more than I expected.

And I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of her coming out of the shell I found her in. The music pumps through the speakers, and Scarlett dances, gyrating in front of us as she moves the discarded dress out of her way. She spins on her heels, locking her pretty steel eyes with ours, before she hooks her thumbs in her panties, and tugs them down, slow and steady, but before I can get a glimpse of her cunt, she turns again, her back to us, as she slips them down to her ankles and once again, both her delicious holes are bare for us to see.

My hand finds my crotch and I slowly stroke myself through the material of my slacks. My arousal seeps into my boxers, and if she continues this show, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.

“Stop.” One word and Scarlett freezes. Her eyes on mine, her hands shaking as she stands naked, only in heels, in front of us. “Time to play.”

23

Scarlett

I’m not sure where my confidence came from, but when Lycan told me to strip, I did it, without question. I felt a sense of power watching both men practically salivate at my teasing. They’re both so strong, powerful, and yet, seeing me like this, teasing and naked, they’re nothing more than desire-filled predators.

I smile at Lycan, it’s a shy one, but he gifts me one in return, his though is filled with a dark promise of what’s to come. He steps closer to me, while Darius hangs back, allowing my husband to take the lead.

“You’re beautiful,” Lycan tells me earnestly as he cups my face and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s a gentle gesture, one that will be the last until I am carried out of this room. “I want you to choose your safe word,” he then says. “Remember it has to be something you’ll think of while you’re in subspace.”

Nodding, I look into his eyes before responding, “My safe word is wolf.” There’s a glimmer of pride that dances in his gaze when I say it, because he knows what it means. I was about to be caught between the wolf and the hunter, and I’m choosing him. Even though we’re taking this step into the unknown, at least that’s what it is for me.

“Good girl,” he praises before stepping back. He looks at his brother who nods, he heard. They both have to respect my decision, should I want to stop.

“Go over to the cross,” Darius orders, his voice gruff with desire as he gestures toward the left wall. Without question, I obey because in here, in this scene, they’re both my dominants tonight.

When I stop in front of the large apparatus, a shiver zips through me. My stomach flip-flops as I stare at the leather straps at either end of the long, wooden beams, and I realize I’m not going anywhere once I’m bound in those.

Darius takes the lead with this, dropping to a crouched position, he takes my one ankle and binds it with a resounding click of metal. He does the same with the other ankle, before rising slowly, and tying my wrists within the thick leather.

I’m facing them, my back against the cool, wooden surface of the cross. I’m open to them now, with only my shoes on, I’m exposed. Darius takes a step back, and Lycan walks over to the opposite wall to grab a crop. The black leather which will soon lick against my naked flesh.

He stops inches from me before leaning in, he whispers, “Are you ready, little red?”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumble as nervous energy skitters through me, while butterflies awaken in my stomach, the flurry of wings taking over and soon I’m trembling.

“Don’t be afraid,” Lycan assures me. “This is all about your pleasure.” Once he’s spoken, he takes a step back, assessing me before bringing the soft leather down on my stomach with a swat which has a whimper tumbling from my lips.

“Beautiful,” Darius murmurs as he shrugs off his leather cut and pulls the T-shirt from his body. The smooth, inked muscles of his torso pulse and tighten as he moves. I stare for a moment too long, not noticing the next swat on my pussy which sends heat coursing through me, and I yelp of surprise expels from my mouth.

Lycan hands Darius the toy before unbuttoning his shirt, slow and methodical, like he usually is, and he shrugs off the material with a whoosh as it falls to the floor. He’s beautiful, tanned skin bared to me, free of any tattoos. They’re polar opposites, but their desires match perfectly.