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  “I bet he wouldn’t,” he whispered, his warm breath caressing her ear. “Raeg may fool you with his attitude, but he doesn’t fool me, sweetheart. If he could be right here, right now, touching you like this, feeling you soft and sweet, he would be as addicted as I.”

  Her breath caught as his lips brushed against the shell of her ear, pulling her deeper into the sensuality building inside her senses.

  She was just weak enough, she thought hazily, just needy enough actually, to sit there like a crazy woman and let her body burn for him. She could feel her breasts swelling, her nipples becoming so sensitive, so needy for his touch as her sex melted and wept for touch as well, that there was no hiding her need for him.

  “How is he fooling me then?” She bent her head to the side in an invitation for him to continue those little brushes of his lips a little lower.

  “How does he keep you at arm’s length?” It was the edge of his teeth that rasped against the sensitive skin of her neck rather than his lips, and the sensation had her fighting to hold back a moan.

  “What are you up to, Falcon?” she sighed, aware of the slow, steady seduction of her senses and that he was touching her far differently than he normally did, allowing himself to go much further in his caresses.

  “Besides seducing you?” The edge of amusement in his tone should have pissed her off; instead, she felt herself softening further against him.

  It wasn’t a good idea and she knew it. Both of them were approaching that point of no return, and she couldn’t seem to make herself care.

  “Get on with it then,” she demanded on a sigh, knowing she had slipped far too deeply into the spell he was weaving around her senses.

  A dark chuckle met the demand, and rather than doing as she suggested, he slid from the bed and stared down at her, his gaze filled with a carnal hunger that had her heart racing.

  Yes, she was in too deep, but she suddenly wondered exactly how deep she was allowing herself to be drawn into this sensual web she could feel restraining her, holding back common sense or any desire to consider what she was about to do. And she was going to do it. She couldn’t even consider denying the pleasure she could sense he’d give her.

  Dark lashes lowered over pale blue eyes, the intense sexuality and dominance in his expression stole her breath for a moment. Normally veiled, the dominant, strong-willed man he usually kept hidden wasn’t hiding anymore. He was right there, and the sight of it sent a wave of weakness rushing through her.

  She’d been so long without a lover that she could barely remember what it felt like to be taken, to have her flesh penetrated and stretched with sensual pleasure. The dominance and lust in his expression assured her that once he took her though, she’d never forget what it felt like.

  If Falcon took her, he’d do far more than simply part her responsive inner flesh. He’d make her burn, take her to a place no other lover ever had, and she knew it.

  The muscles of her vagina clenched, rippling in a silent demand for the erotic pain she knew his possession would give her. It was something she’d never considered before, something she’d never ached for before. But the proof of his erection tenting those pants assured her that that was exactly what he was going to give her. He’d do far more than fill her, he’d give her an edge of pleasure she’d only suspected existed.

  “Why tonight?” she asked, her fingers clenching in the blankets beneath her as his gaze went over her. “Why wait ’til now, Falcon?”

  Why ambush her without warning? Why wait until they were in her home, in her bed, in a place where he’d haunt her for the rest of her life?

  His gaze moved to her breasts, her heavier breathing rough, lifting her breasts against her gown and rasping her tender nipples against it. The quick, hard breaths had his expression turning positively carnal.

  “I actually thought I’d just braid your hair,” he replied, his voice deeper. “That I’d be satisfied with just touching you for a moment, then I could return to my own bed once again, just as I always have before.”

  She couldn’t breathe. She had no idea how to handle Falcon like this. She’d never seen him like this. He wasn’t teasing and subtly asking permission. He was confident, powerful and aroused, and he wasn’t asking anymore.

  “Why?” She could barely push the word past her lips.

  He didn’t even bother to try to hide the tenting of his pants as his cock pointed toward her, long and thick, holding her attention despite that inner voice screaming at her to run.

  Oh yes, he was going to give her more than she’d ever had before and she wasn’t certain how she’d survive once it was over, once he and Raeg left her life forever.

  He was suddenly far more than she was certain she could handle, and not just physically.

  “I dream of all that long, pretty hair,” he told her. “Of holding it back and watching those pretty, pouty lips parting for my cock. That’s why I braid it so loosely. That way, I’ll be able to thread my fingers in it and show you how the slightest, firm little tugs against it could increase your pleasure if I ever managed to convince you to let me fuck those pretty lips.”

  Lust slammed into her senses, not simply arousal. Pure. White hot. It struck her womb with a force that stole her breath.

  “I love brushing your hair because the feel of it is a memory I can pull up as I jack off thinking about it.” His voice was hoarse now, guttural. The sound combined with the explicit words drugged her senses so fast, so deep, she was dazed. “Imagining the feel of your lips, your hot little mouth wrapped around the head of my cock, moaning and sucking me, your face dazed with the hunger to taste me.”

  Her breathing was harsh now, labored, as she slid to the edge of the bed and reached out, pulling at the elastic band of his pants and easing them over the hard shaft before Falcon discarded them completely. After stepping from the pants he wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base of the broad shaft, tightening on it as a drop of creamy moisture eased past the tiny slit on top the crest.

  The dark, flared head pulsed. Thick, ropey veins throbbed along the shaft, and Summer knew the fight was over. She’d lost the battle to keep her heart from being shattered, if they survived Dragovich.

  “Take the gown off,” he demanded.

  It wasn’t a request, and acknowledging that had her reacting instinctively. Lifting herself enough to pull the material over her hips, she gripped the hem and pulled it over her head before dropping it to the floor next to the bed.

  His gaze dropped to her breasts, lashes shielding his eyes though his breathing was deeper now, heavier.

  “Lie back across the bed, Belle.” The demand was softly voiced.

  Demand, or request? She couldn’t differentiate, but the sound of it had her fighting back a whimper, fighting just to breathe as she moved to the center and stretched across it, pulling the braid out of the way instinctively.

  “No fight?” he asked, his knee pressing into the bed as he lifted himself to her, coming down beside her.

  “Do you want me to fight?” She watched warily as he gripped her wrists and pulled them over her head, staring down at her breasts as he did so.

  “I want you to let me give you exactly what I know you need.” His head lowered, his lips brushing over hers, their gazes locking.

  His hand tightened at her hip, the other slid into loosely weaved strands of hair, gripping them with erotic pressure. The wicked tug and subtle restraint had her stilling, shock surging through her as some inner core of feminine submission sent a wave of pure bliss shuddering through her senses.

  The contradictory, completely unfamiliar sensations left her reeling, uncertain whether to orgasm or panic, and as she stared back at Falcon, she knew, knew, somehow, that she’d given him exactly what he’d wanted, but hadn’t been certain he’d find.

  She wasn’t entirely certain that was a good thing.

  * * *

  There it was.

  The steel core of sexual dominance Falcon had always hid from he
r rushed forward when she stilled beneath him and those violet eyes darkened, flaring with the unconscious sexual submission that only a strong, otherwise dominant woman could possess when beneath a lover she sensed could harness and control all that wild hunger inside her.

  “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” Panic, it was there in her eyes, in her voice.

  “Should we continue to play games instead?” he asked, tugging at her hair once again. “Go back to pretending we are not dying for exactly what burns between us at this moment?”

  Sweet Summer.

  Confusion filled her pretty eyes. She did not even know what she wanted so desperately, why no other man had ever given her what she’d known he and Raeg could give her. And it was exactly what he needed himself to sate the greedy lust that always rose whenever he was around her.

  If he gave her time to think about this first, then her fears would pull her back. And that he simply could not allow.

  Before she could make another protest, his lips covered hers. Slanting over the soft curves, Falcon took the taste of her with greedy hunger as her arms wrapped around his neck, her body arching to him.

  Catching her wrists, he drew them over her head, holding them with one hand and cursing his brother’s stubbornness. Had Raeg been there he would have restrained her, held her arms above her head and helped Falcon to give her a pleasure she could only know with both of them. A pleasure he couldn’t give her alone.

  It would take both of them to fully sate this woman’s hungers. He had always known this.

  She arched against him, moaning into his kiss, her tongue dueling against his, challenging for control. Taking her alone would be more pleasure than he’d known in his life. But how much better could it be?

  Pulling back, he stared down at her, taking in her flushed features, her passion-drugged gaze, the arch of her swollen, flushed breasts and cherry red nipples.

  “Do you wish he was here as well?” he asked, grimacing in hunger at the thought as he cupped the silken weight of her breast. “That both of us touched you?”

  For a moment something so hungry and tormented flashed in her gaze before it was gone.

  “Does it matter?” she whispered, her voice filled with need. “He’s not here.”

  Her nipples darkened, became harder at the thought of it though.

  “If he was,” he told her, “we would hold you between us and both sweet nipples would know the hunger we have for them.”

  His head lowered, his lips covering one hard peak, teeth raking it, then his lips closing on it as he sucked the tempting morsel into his mouth.

  The low strangled cry was not quite enough to draw Raeg’s attention. But it would be, Falcon swore. Very soon, it would be.

  Keeping her arms stretched above her, he sucked, nibbled, teased her nipples. Suckling kisses were given to the tight little buds, each caress drawing her deeper into the hunger building between them, loosening her restraint and her fears of being overheard.

  Control was always the issue for Falcon when taking a woman alone, especially one he knew would begin instinctively fighting the need for pleasures she had never imagined hungering for. Restraining her kept her focused on her own pleasure rather than pleasuring him. She had no choice but to let her senses fill with each sensation.

  Gripping the tender nipple between his teeth and exerting just enough pressure to create that pleasure-pain that shocked the senses, he licked over it, adding to the sensations before he released it and sucked it firmly. The taste of her skin, the hardness of the little bud against his tongue, the throb of reaction a little pulse in the tip, making him hungrier for her.

  He’d known she’d respond to that edge of sensation between pleasure and pain. That place where a woman’s sensuality became far too curious and her inhibitions surged free.

  Summer’s moans went from strangled to unrestrained. Her head tossed against the bed, her body shuddered, perspiration slickening her flesh as he alternated his caresses, soothing, fierce, sucking hard and tight against the sensitive flesh, then licking it, easing it before making it burn again. From one nipple to the other, he tormented each in turn, wondering how much more she would have loved it had Raeg been there to concentrate on one breast as he had the other.

  Soon, her cries echoed around him, and still Raeg was not there.

  Regret and disbelief that his brother could be so stubborn filled him. Summer wasn’t the only one who would fight what she knew would complete her. Even Raeg, it seemed, was determined to wage that battle.

  * * *

  It was her cries.

  Stepping from the bathroom into his bedroom, a towel around his hips, Raeg felt his dick go rock-hard instantly at the sound of them.

  Iron. Spike. Hard.

  Hungry, desperate cries. The faintest sound of them, hoarse and resonating with such pleasure it couldn’t be contained, hit his senses like a sledgehammer. It was a sound he thought he’d never hear, from a woman he’d tried to convince himself he couldn’t have.

  He knew that sound, knew the edge of confusion, of dazed uncertainty that filled each cry. He knew, and he was helpless against it. It was a sound that had filled his fantasies, his darkest dreams, and filled every hungry desire he had for Summer.

  Leaving the bedroom, Raeg walked to Summer’s room, the open door an invitation he couldn’t resist. Didn’t resist. He then stepped into his greatest fantasy.

  Summer, spread on the bed, her wrists captured in one of Falcon’s hands, the hard tip of a breast being sucked firmly as Falcon drew her slowly into a pleasure she couldn’t know was coming.

  “Now,” she demanded, breathless, that edge of desperation in her tone an assurance that the need Falcon had struck a match to, she was going to instinctively fight it. Raeg could hear it in her cries, her plea that his brother take her now. She would fight each level of pleasure she would be drawn into, and that struggle would only intensify his and Falcon’s pleasure in taking her.

  And he knew Falcon. His brother would struggle against the demands, but his hunger and hers would make it difficult to pull her into that dark edge where she’d begin craving sensations one lover alone would find difficult to harness.

  As he watched, Falcon’s free hand moved slowly over her thigh, the silken, slick bare flesh between her thighs drawing his touch. He couldn’t resist it, not alone, not without a reminder that it wasn’t quite the time for a deeper, more intimate touch yet.

  “Falcon.” Raeg spoke firmly just before his brother found the sweet, heavy juices spilling from her. “It’s too soon.”

  Summer shuddered. Raeg saw the hard, rippling response to the carnality and nearing orgasm that nearly exploded inside her at the sound of his reminder.

  His brother released the hard, reddened nipple, his blue eyes several shades darker with the needs he was fighting.

  “Do you require a third?” Raeg asked, desperate to touch Summer, aching for it. Every muscle in his body was strung tight, tension radiating through him as his hunger burned hotter than he could ever remember feeling it burn.

  “A third?” Falcon snapped, his voice darker, deeper with the struggle to hold back his lusts. “I don’t need a damned third, I need an equal.”

  A commitment to Summer, to her pleasure, to the woman and the needs waiting for them to unlock inside her. An integral part of the relationship, free to take her with or without his brother. She would be as much his as she was Falcon’s. And the thought of that was like a heady drug rushing through his senses.

  “Very well,” he agreed, barely hesitating. “An equal.”

  The second he acknowledged it he felt a shift inside him, a knowledge he simply couldn’t face at that moment. Later, he decided. He’d consider it later, when his mind wasn’t clouded with his needs as well as Summer’s.

  Moving around the bed as Falcon shifted position and moved behind her head, Raeg met her violet gaze with a slow smile.

  “Is she going to fight it?” he asked his brother as he dropped the
towel from his hips and watched the haze of sensuality intensify in her expression.

  “Every step of the way,” Falcon assured him, the obvious satisfaction in the knowledge echoing in his voice.

  Still holding Summer’s gaze, he let his hand slide up the inside of her thigh. Reaching the saturated flesh between her thighs, he let a single finger slide through the heavy juices. Finding her clit, Raeg exerted just the slightest pressure, nearly pushing her into release, and held it there.

  He had every iota of her attention now.

  “One word will stop this,” he told her. “One word only. When you say it, we’ll both walk away. Understand?”

  Defiance flashed in her eyes.

  Glancing up at Falcon, he watched as his brother’s lips quirked. He had caught the look as well.

  “All you must say is no, love,” Falcon assured her. “If you are frightened, if anything causes you pain, then you tell us. But when you say no, this ends. It will mean you do not desire what we hunger for. What we know you hunger for. That your fears are greater than your need.”

  * * *

  Just “no.”

  They wouldn’t hurt her. She knew they would never hurt her. Not physically. There were worse ways they could hurt her though.

  “I believe she understands,” Raeg stated softly, lifting his finger from her clit and causing sensation to streak through the tender knot of nerves.

  Her hips lifted with an involuntary cry, a tremor racing through her as she fought to find the wave and let it carry her into release.

  “She’s far too close,” Falcon’s voice was strained, as strained as she knew her own would be if she attempted to speak.

  “No, she’s fine,” Raeg assured him, kneeling between her thighs and watching her closely, the heavy length of his cock throbbing imperatively. “Aren’t you, sweetheart?”