The Promise (Wolfe Creek Duet #2)

Wes

I force away the tears that are brimming. Our lifetime was cut short. I didn’t even get my first Christmas with him. But tonight’s not about the pain. It’s Christmas Eve and Wes would want us to be happy. I can do that for him.

My fingers pull at the bow until it falls away from the box. Lifting the lid, I find white tissue paper and peel away the layers. Somewhere in the middle, I see red, specifically a red bow. I hook my fingers under the bra straps and lift it. A little giggle escapes me. Grabbing the matching panties, I hurry to the bathroom to change.

It takes some maneuvering, but I’m finally in the lingerie set Wes picked out. In the mirror, I admire the festive design. The red satin ties in a bow across my breasts, leaving just a bit peeking out beneath to tease. The matching thong hugs my curves perfectly and I’m pretty sure I have a pair of heels that will go great with this.

I hurry to finish the look with a swipe of red lipstick. I’m eager to get back to my guys.

As I walk up the stairs, nervousness thrums through me. I don’t know why. I’ve been with these men so many times, but Adrian’s never participated in our group activities. That has to be the source of my anxiety. They haven’t seen how we fuck, not in person. I wonder if it’ll be too much for them.

Only one way to find out.

I peer over the lip of the flooring before I fully make my presence known. The three of them are lounging on the sofas in front of the fire. All of them with smiles. All of them laughing. There was a time I didn’t think that would be possible. I catalog this memory before ascending the rest of the steps.

My heels make my entrance not so subtle. The three of them snap to attention and I appreciate how each of them takes me in slowly, hungrily. “Merry Christmas boys.”

Sutton’s amber eyes flicker with desire in the firelight. Damian’s tongue swipes over his bottom lip. And Adrian’s fingers dig into the arm of the sofa. They’re all holding back, waiting, trying to be patient. It makes me want to push them. I want to see how much it takes to break them of their resolve.

I trace my fingers over the top of my cleavage and down between my breasts, letting my gaze drop to follow the path before peering up at them through my lashes. Raking my teeth over my lip, I stare at them with innocent eyes, knowing just how devious I actually am.

“Princess,” Damian says low and rough. Maybe he’ll break first. I have to hold back the smirk that threatens to ruin this sweet image I’m creating. “You look…”

“Heavenly,” Sutton finishes. I turn my attention to him, then glance down briefly as if his compliment is making me timid. “Baby, come here.” Two out of three.

My gaze shifts to Adrian. His jaw is set tight, and those dark eyes reveal nothing. I have no idea what he’s thinking. “Sparky?”

His mouth opens, but he doesn’t address me. “You two aren’t falling for this act, are you?” I stand a little straighter at his words. “She’s no angel.” Adrian pushes up off the couch and comes toward me. Fuck.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I’m supposed to be in control, and I was doing great until now. He closes the distance between us quickly until we’re chest to chest and he’s staring down at me. The dark hair hanging over his forehead casts harsh shadows that make him look ominous.

“Adrian,” Damian warns. Just as I’m nervous for them to see me with Adrian, to watch how we fuck, I’m sure he’s nervous too—even if he’s not showing it. He glances over his shoulder at his brother. Something in the look they share makes Damian change his mind and that shocks me. He sits back in the sofa and Adrian turns his attention back to me.

“You’re no angel,” he asserts. His hand comes up, brushing my hip lightly, making goosebumps rise along the spot he’s touched. Then, he begins to circle me like a wolf toying with its prey until he’s behind me. I can’t help that my breathing and pulse speed up. I swallow audibly which makes him chuckle. “Who knew the devil could get ruffled so easily?” He whispers close to my ear. His breath tickles my skin and the press of his chest against my back ignites my need.

I can’t let him win this easily.

“Takes a devil to know a devil,” I retort before spinning to face him. “But this is what you like, isn’t it, Adrian? You love the things that can cut and burn and make you bleed.” My fingers trace up his chest delicately, then over his throat until I reach his chin. That’s when I grab him roughly. “Because then at least you’ll feel something real for once. At least you’ll feel human for a change. Right?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hear Sutton mutter behind me. It makes me smirk. They have no idea. They don’t know this part of us. But I think it’s time they see it.

Adrian doesn’t fight my grip like I expect him to. Instead, he pushes in closer to me, dipping his head so our lips brush. “Is that what you want right now? Want to feel something real, Havoc?” I nod, my mouth seeking his out, but he doesn’t let me have what I want.

Instead, he grabs me roughly by the arm and pulls me into the living room. I struggle against his hold, but his fingers are clamped down tight. He only releases me to throw me down to the floor. “Stay,” he commands harshly. I don’t argue. I only adjust to tuck my legs beneath me.

Adrian pushes the coffee table out of the way, leaving a wide-open space in front of the fireplace. Part of me wants to look at Damian and Sutton. I want to know what they’re thinking. I want to know if they are disgusted by this or think less of me. Those thoughts alone make me focus on the pattern of the rug beneath me.

Then, I feel two hands on me. My head snaps up and I’m staring into Sutton’s eyes. I’m worried that he’s going to try to stop this or rescue me. But he doesn’t. His mouth finds mine, eager to taste me as his tongue slips between my lips.

Pressure builds low and little zaps of electricity dance across my skin as he pulls me in closer to him. His lips move from mine, traveling over my jaw to my ear. He nibbles along the shell of it. “You look so fucking good, baby. Do you want this?”

He has no idea how much I want this. “Yes,” I answer breathlessly. “More than anything.” I know he trusts me because that’s all it takes for him to give in completely. He’s always put my pleasure above everything else and it won’t be any different now.

I’m lost in the feel of Sutton’s hands roaming my body and tugging at the ends of the bow across my chest when I feel the presence of someone behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I lock eyes with Damian. That iciness I’ve come to know isn’t there much these days. There’s a softness about him lately that I love. But right now, there’s a white-hot fire in his gaze that makes my pussy throb.

He unhooks my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, then tosses it behind him. Damian presses in closer. My body instinctively sinks back into him. He spreads his legs, and he slides in close to me so that my ass settles into his lap. I rock my hips, sliding the ridge of his hard cock between my cheeks. “Thea,” he moans out. “You make me feel so fucking good.”

I’m lost in the feeling of grinding against Damian while Sutton pushes his hand beneath the fabric of my panties, swirling his fingers over my clit. It’s not going to take long for me to come.

“What a needy little slut. Couldn’t listen to one command?” Adrian’s stern voice pulls my attention away from his brothers. I look up to find him standing over us. He looks pissed. But to be fair, that’s usually how he looks.

Damian’s hands snake up over my torso until he’s cupping my tits. “C’mon brother, she’s being so good for us. Don’t you think?” His voice is like velvet in my ear.

Adrian shakes his head. “No, she isn’t. She needs to learn her place and how to listen when she’s given instructions. You’re too soft on her.” I feel both Sutton and Damian still against me. He leans down, swallowing my jaw with his hand. “Desperate whores will be treated as such until they learn how to behave.”

I can’t hold my tongue any longer. “If you insist. I don’t mind treating you like a desperate whore, Sparky. Get on your knees for me.” My head tilts and my eyes narrow as I say it. A challenge.

A sharp grin cuts across Adrian’s face. His hand falls away from mine and I’m confident that I’ve won this round. That is until a palm comes across my cheek, just hard enough to leave my skin stinging a tiny bit. My breathes come out fast and my adrenaline spikes at the unexpected slap.

It’s not something I ever thought I’d be into. Then Adrian came along and fuck, it feels so good when he does it. I can tell his brothers want to jump in. They want to protect me, but I don’t need that. I need exactly what he’s giving me right now.

“Again,” I pant. Adrian’s onyx eyes gleam with excitement, then he smacks me again. Heat and need pulse through my body. I need them to fuck me.

I turn to look at Sutton, my eager hands twist around his back and my mouth crashes against his. Despite his brother’s roughness, he matches my desire, thankfully. The worry that they won’t be able to handle how Adrian and I fuck starts to fade.

Pushing my palm against Sutton’s chest, I urge him backwards until he’s laying down and I’m on all fours between his legs. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his sweats, I pull them down along with his briefs.

The sight of him naked and eager for me makes me smile.

Running my hands up his legs, I work my way from my ankles until I reach his hips. My mouth presses to his inner thigh, teasing him with soft kisses and flicks of my tongue, edging as close to his cock as I can without touching it. “Damnit, baby. Please,” he begs which only makes me want to prolong this.

Adrian was right. I’m no angel.

From behind me, I feel two hands on my backside—squeezing, then teeth. My breath whooshes out as they sink in deep. I pull my mouth from Sutton to look over my shoulder. Damian’s devilish blue eyes are locked on mine while his mouth is locked onto the flesh of my ass.

I turn my attention back to Sutton—he’s looking at me down the length of his tone torso. I slide my fingers over his defined abs, then drag my nails over them, making him arch up into my touch.

“That’s enough of being a tease,” Adrian’s sharp voice cuts through my lusty haze. I’m about to throw an insult at him when his fingers slide through my hair and yank my head up. I meet his demanding dark gaze just for a moment, then his mouth is on mine.

His teeth bite at my lips, drawing blood, before his tongue invades me, pushing the metallic taste deep inside my mouth. I’m lost in his ravenous kiss, but from behind I vaguely feel my cheeks part and then a familiar pressure.

I want to look back at Damian, but Adrian’s hold on me prevents it. Instead, he pulls his mouth away and pushes me down toward Sutton who’s propped up on his elbows watching all of this with heat in his gaze.

“Let’s put that mouth to good use for a change,” Adrian rasps in my ear.

I smirk and throw a barb right back. “So come suck his dick then.” The words are hardly out before Adrian’s other hand grabs my mouth, pressing hard into my cheeks until I’m wide open. He forces me the rest of the way down, guiding Sutton’s cock inside.

I could fight against it, but I don’t want to.

Wrapping my lips around him, I let my tongue swirl over his hardness. Then, Adrian uses the grip on my hair to move me up and down on Sutton’s cock. Something about him helping me with this turns me on in a way I haven’t felt before. The building need inside of me coils tighter, eager for release.

But I don’t think I’m getting it any time soon.

That pressure behind me increases and suddenly, I feel something slide into ass. It makes my movements on Sutton stutter. The urge to look back rises again, but Adrian won’t let me. All I can do is use my senses to figure out what Damian’s doing.

He’s not fucking me. I would know if his dick was inside me. He’s prepping me because that’s the plan eventually. Right now, it’s his fingers working to stretch me out so I can accommodate him. The thought of that and his thrusting leaves me breathless. I can hardly concentrate on Sutton. I want to, but there’s too much going on.

“How fucking pathetic. Can’t even do the one thing you’re supposed to be good for.” My eyes slide to meet Adrian’s unforgiving gaze. Now he’s pissing me off—in the best possible way.

I take control. Forcing my focus ahead, I don’t let Adrian determine my movements. My hand wraps around the base of Sutton’s cock, sliding it up as my mouth pulls away from him, just to slide back down as I push him down my throat. I do this over and over. Pumping and sucking and pumping and sucking until all I hear are curses and pants pouring from his mouth.

Against my will and probably Sutton’s, I’m pulled off of him. “Someone jealous?” I taunt despite the drool on my chin. I wipe it away with the back of my hand, keeping my narrowed eyes on Adrian as I do it.

I expect a response, instead, he glances at Damian. I don’t know what’s silently exchanged between them, but almost as soon as it happens, the pressure behind me eases. Damian’s cock slides inside my pussy. The unexpectedness of it makes my breath catch.

He thrusts into me once, twice, then pulls out. “What the fuck?” I groan. I need him to keep going. But before I can say anything else, he’s pushing back inside of me. This time into my ass. And I can’t breathe for what feels like too long.

“Oh, c’mon, Havoc. Don’t act like you don’t want us to fill all of your holes.” I’m panting, unable to throw anything back at him. “Isn’t that what you want? You want us to fill you up?” I’m fixated on his swallowing eyes and that smile that’s carved into his face. That’s exactly what I want.

Somehow, I manage to get the words out. “Fill me up.” His grin gets wider. “Please,” I add, pleadingly. I’ll do anything at this point to get what I want. He must want it as badly as I do, they all must, because they jump into action.

Damian stills, then wraps his arms around me, pulling me upwards against his chest. Sutton slides down lower, so that Damian and I are both straddling him, then he guides himself inside me. The feel of both of them at the same time is so intense my body can hardly handle it.

Sutton pulls me back down to him, then grabs my hips, forcing my legs to spread wider and for me to sink lower onto his cock. A moment later, they both start fucking me, finding a rhythm that alternates between one of them thrusting in while the other pulls away. And I’m lost in my building release.

My eyes fall closed as I’m pushed closer to the edge.

“Oh, you’re not done yet.” Adrian’s voice grabs my attention. He’s kneeling now, completely undressed. The ink on his body captivates me, but it’s when I look lower that I notice he’s taken his piercing out. That usually means one thing—he wants my mouth. “One more hole to fill.”

I lick my lips, ready for what he has to give me.

Adrian pushes in closer, gripping his cock and guiding it to my mouth. My eyes never leave his face. I watch as he focuses on pushing himself between my lips. I watch as the emotions he only lets me see play across his face. Most people might mistake it for pleasure or desire. That’s there, of course. But there’s so much more.

I see the way his mouth relaxes a little because he trusts me. I see his jaw unclench because he knows he’s safe with me. I watch the crease between his brows smooth because his past falls away with me. And I watch his eyes soften because he loves me. Then, his gaze meets mine and they soften even more. He smiles, not cutting or carved. Adrian smiles kindly. Genuinely. In moments like this, his mask falls away completely and it makes me happier than he’ll ever know.

Just as quickly as it happened, it leaves. Only him and I are aware of it.

Adrian fists my hair once again, moving my mouth over his cock while his brothers fuck my ass and pussy.

Just when I think it can’t get any better, a hand wraps around my throat. Damian’s. “You’re taking us so well, princess,” he pants out. “That’s it, be a good girl and come for us.”

His words push me closer.

“No, she’s not,” Adrian argues. He stares down at me while he says it. “Tell her she can do better. Tell her she can take more.” His words make my body tingle. But I’m nervous him and Damian are going start bickering.

The hand around my throat tightens a little as he thrusts into my ass. “Such a good girl. My perfect princess.”

Adrian pushes farther into my throat. “You can take more. This is pathetic. Show me what you’re made of.”

Their opposing words do something to my brain that makes it overload. I want to do better. I’m doing so good. Better. Good. Pathetic. Perfect. The words pummel me, ignite me, drive me right to the edge.

But it’s Sutton that sends me over as he takes my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over my sensitive skin. His teeth graze me before he pulls away and urges me closer. “Come for me, baby. Come on. You’re almost there. Baby, please.”

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh my God.” My words spill out around moans and whimpers and screams that echo off the high ceilings of the living room.

The three of them don’t let up despite my body shaking and my protests. They keep fucking me until I come again. And then again. And again. They fuck me until I’m limp, exhausted, and every hole is filled and dripping with each of them.

When none of us has anything left to give, we curl up on the rug in front of the fireplace, pressed close together and basking in the afterglow.

I’m in trance, watching the flames lick at the logs in the hearth. As my eyelids grow heavy, I find my gaze traveling over the mantle to the picture of Wes that sits there. He’s always watching over us. I think he’d proud, in so many ways. It’s the last thought I have before falling asleep in the arms of the men I love.