The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 by David Carter (best finance books of all time .txt) 📕

“Bad girl,” Lycan grits as he kisses my lips, his teeth tugging the lower one harshly as he pulls his fingers from my pussy. “We didn’t give you permission to come.” Desire and danger glint in his green eyes, and I’m sure I’m in big trouble now.

Lycan leaves me whimpering as he heads for a chest of drawers. He pulls open the top drawer and I watch as he finds what he’s looking for. He’s about to torture me, I’m sure of it. Darius grins when he sees the vibrator in his brother’s hand, and he moves to my breasts, sucking my nipples until they’re aching.

He taunts and teases, slapping my chest with swats that have pleasure and pain heating my blood with desire. Lust warms my belly, and it feels like lava when Darius slaps my pussy once, twice, three times before I feel myself nearing the edge once more. But he knows he can read my body, and he steps back just before I leap over and find another release which I’m craving.

“If you come again without permission, you’ll be punished,” Lycan warns with a small smile on his lips, and I’m sure he wants to me to break the rules. He craves it just like I do.

Darius chuckles. “I think she likes to be punished.” He grabs the crop while Lycan flicks on the vibrator which I realize is a magic wand and presses it to my throbbing clit. A cry of pure euphoria is ripped from my throat as the sensations send me soaring into an abyss of light and warmth.

He doesn’t relent though. He keeps the wand on my core, teasing it up and down my slit until I’m crying. Tears stream down my cheeks, and I watch both men as Darius uses the crop on my stomach, breasts, and my inner thighs.

My brain is a mesh of pained pleasure. My mouth parted with gasps of pleas as they tumble free. I want more, but I can’t take anymore. How is this real?

They don’t relent until I’m practically hanging from the cuffs at my wrists. When I’m finally free of the vibrating tingles at my pussy, I open my eyes to find those of the wolf staring at me.

“Such a pretty girl,” he tells me. “My wife is perfect.” The smile on his face is bright, nothing like I’ve ever seen before. Lycan and Darius slowly remove the cuffs from my wrists, and I stumble into Lycan’s arms, and he holds me to his naked chest.

He settles me on his lap on the dark wingback chair that faces the bed. I’m tired, but I’m still turned on. Lycan’s hands move down my thighs, and he slides them open to ensure my legs hang over the armrests of the chair. I’m open, bared to Darius’s heated stare.

“Only this once,” my husband commands, his voice low and gravelly with desire as Darius drops to his knees. “You can worship her perfection.”

And with that approval, Darius’s mouth lands on my pussy with hungry fervor. His tongue laps at my core, causing my back to arch, and Lycan’s mouth finds mine as his one hand trails up to my throat. He grips me harshly, possessively, there is no doubt he’s enjoying this situation because his cock throbs behind me.

The warm mouth, the fingers stealing my breath, and Lycan’s tongue stroking mine sends me into bliss. Suddenly, a slap lands on my thigh and I yelp into my husband’s mouth. He’s spanking me, and my nerves spark with electric need.

Behind my eyelids, all I see is white, black, and then nothing when the Darius moves away and a harsh swat lands on my hard clit causing me to cry out. Lycan steals the sound, and Darius’s mouth is back. They alternate until my arousal is dripping down my body, my thighs are soaked, and Lycan’s suit pants must be drenched.

I’m teetering on the edge, because each time I lean closer to my release, they both halt all movement. Lycan breaks the kiss, and my eyes snap open to find him looking down at me, a smile gracing his lips.

“Is my filthy girl needy?” he whispers along my cheek, sending waves of pleasure and desire coursing through every inch of me. Powerful hands brace my legs, Darius’s mouth at my core teasing its way up and down my inner thighs, but never making contact where I need it most.

“Please, let me come?” I plead with a whimper as my hips lift toward Darius, but he only chuckles at my display of wanton lust. I glance down at him, finding those green eyes, so much like Lycan’s, looking up at me. “Please?”

Even as I plead with him, it’s pointless because he’s not going to allow me an orgasm until Lycan’s agreed. They’re in charge, and they’re making it known I’m theirs to toy with as much as they’d like.

My body trembles as I moan when Darius trails his fingertips over my pussy, the wetness drenching both digits that trail along my lips. “I think this bad little girl needs to play another little game. One that she’ll enjoy,” Lycan murmurs behind me as Darius lifts his fingers to his mouth, tasting my juices.

Darius rises, and settles in another wingback chair which he pulls over so he’s facing us. “Want to play another game?” he questions from his seat, his gaze flicking to Lycan’s as if seeking approval. When Lycan nods behind me, Darius meets my gaze once more.

“What kind of game?” I whisper, while my husband circles my clit slowly because he’s enjoying just keeping me on the edge. He doesn’t finger fuck me. He doesn’t even push in slightly, he keeps his touch on the nub, ensuring I can’t come.

“A little game of Red Riding Hood,” Darius says, pushing to his feet, he sets his glass down on the cabinet before unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops. The heavy metal clinks as he loops it into