Gwen blew on her latte. The delicious scent of hazelnut wafted over her.
“My favorite.” A deep voice to her left had her looking around, right into the azure blue eyes of Jay.
She swallowed. Gods, up close his beauty was even more shocking. She noticed how many of the human women were eyeballing him as he sat down and gave her a grin. His teeth were white and perfect. His smile dazzling in his tanned face.
“Cade’s getting parked and sorting out a ticket.”
“Ah, the mundanities of human life,” Gwen laughed.
“Indeed.”
Lara shifted to Gwen’s left, and she turned to look at her mother. Following Lara’s gaze, she saw Cade had entered the café. He looked almost ridiculous in this old-fashioned room with its low ceilings and sloping walls. He stood so tall he had to dip his head to pass under the beams.
“Look at that delicious specimen walking over this way,” a human to her left said to her friend. Dragon hearing meant that Gwen could pick up the whispered words. Cade probably could too. Gods, did these guys get this sort of attention everywhere they went?
“Hello, Gwen…Lara.” Cade dipped his head at her mother in a sign of respect and sat down.
“I ordered you an espresso. Should be here in a moment,” Jay informed Cade.
Fixing her with his serious gaze, Cade began to speak. “I hope it is okay with you, Gwen, but I asked our clan leaders to meet us here. I want you and your mum to hear from them how the clan has changed in recent years. How open it is now. We don’t have the same sort of hierarchies as the Scottish clan or Welsh. Not now, at any rate.”
“They’re coming here? To this coffee shop?” Lara sounded shocked. And Gwen supposed it wasn’t the kind of thing most clan leaders would do.
Cade nodded and thanked the waitress who set his coffee down in front of him before placing a latte by Jay.
“Yeah, they’re fine with it,” Cade said. “You’ll like them. Awen is ancient, and he’s like Rhyndor and Steffan in many respects. Because he’s seen so much, fought so much, he’s not as bothered by all the hierarchies and rules anymore. You tend to find, in my experience, that the younger Dragonea are moving away from the traditions, and the most ancient of our kind have grown tired of them. That leaves the middle-aged dragons, like Robert of the Welsh clan, to try to keep the old way of life enforced.”
“Not all ancient dragons are the same,” Gwen said. “Look at Nathan.” She’d never quite warmed to Claire’s male. Not in the same way she had to Steffan or Rhyndor. Nathan struck her as stern.
“Yes, Nathan does like his traditions.” Cade smiled, but then his face grew serious. “Still, a better male you’d be hard-pressed to find.”
Gwen blew on her latte and looked around. The café was full, bursting with people and life. Tourists and locals mixed, and conversations buzzed around them. They chatted for a few minutes about seriously boring stuff like the weather, and she wished her mother didn’t have to make this all so awkward.
For the first time in her life, Gwen found herself resenting her mum slightly. Not sure what she wanted with these men, she’d like to find out on her own terms. But then she looked at her mum’s gorgeous face, and her heart softened. She couldn’t be angry with her. Her mother only wanted the very best for her.
The door to the small café opened once more, the bell above it ding-a-linging. She looked up and saw two huge men. She glanced at her mother, wondering if these were the males from the clan.
Her mother’s eyes widened as she took them in.
“My gods, they are huge,” she muttered under her breath, and Gwen smiled.
The males made a striking pair, and as they closed the space between them, and their scent reached them, Gwen deciphered they were indeed Dragonea.
Her mother gave a small squeak and began to act in the oddest manner. She fanned her face with her napkin, half stood as if to get out of her chair, but then sat back down again heavily.
“Mum? Are you okay?” Gwen looked at her with concern, but her mother didn’t move her gaze from the men barreling down on them.
“Cade. Jay. Why don’t you introduce us to your lady friends here?” The one with extremely dark hair spoke. He was handsome, with his sparkling green eyes and pleasant features. But by gods, he was big. Taller and broader than Cade, she’d guess. The other one wasn’t much smaller, but he wasn’t quite as hefty. His face scared her, though. Rugged and harsh, it held a severity she didn’t like.
As he approached them, the severity only grew more pronounced. He reached the table and looked from Lara to Cade and back again.
Cade’s face paled, and he muttered, “Oh, fuck.”
What the hell was going on?
“Is this a fucking joke?” The severe male kept his voice low and didn’t move his stern gaze from Lara.
“I must go. I feel quite unwell.” Her mother stood up so suddenly her chair tipped back and hit the table behind them, sending coffee and tea spilling everywhere.
“You stupid cow!” A woman at the table leaped up and turned to Lara with rage coloring her face. “What have you done? You’ve ruined my dress.”
Gwen looked her up and down, and indeed, the outfit was ruined. The pale cotton was covered with an ugly tea stain.
“I-I’m sorry. It w-w-was an accident.” Lara flushed as her gaze darted around the café as if it were a prison cell.
Since when did her mum stutter?
“You owe me.” The woman stood with her legs apart, fists planted on her hips.
“Yes, of course. I am so sorry. And if I may, please allow me to replace your drinks. I will do so on my way out.” Lara tried to move around the woman and head for the till at the entrance, but the bitch moved and blocked her path.
Gwen gritted her teeth and started to stand herself.
“No, not for the poxy drinks, you daft cow. For this dress. It cost an arm and a leg, and you’ve wrecked it.”
“Here.” The serious male pushed his way around the table and got in between Lara and the mouthy woman. “Take this. Should cover it.” He thrust a load of bills into her hand.
The woman looked down and gave a pursed-lipped nod.
“Now, I suggest you sit back down, shut up, and stop making a scene.”
“Hey. Who do you think you are to talk to my wife like that?” A shaven-headed man with a huge beer belly stood.
A moment later, the other male, the big one with the nice eyes, appeared by Lara’s side. “He’s someone you really do not want to mess with. We’ve paid for the dress, more than. Now, why don’t you go back to enjoying your day? You don’t want to start any trouble. Trust me.”
The man looked at the two males, seemed to weigh up the situation and decide that, indeed, he didn’t want to start any trouble.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” The severe male took her mum’s arm, and she let him, which shocked the shit out of Gwen.
They all trooped out of the café, Gwen noting the stares aimed at them and not caring, too caught up in trying to decipher what was going on.
Once out in the fresh air, the male turned to Cade.
“Is this a fucking setup?”
Cade held his hands up. “I swear, Awen. I had no fucking clue. I would never do such a thing to you.”
Awen watched him for a moment then blew out a long breath. “No, you wouldn’t. Which means some sort of sneaky fate is at work here. What are the fucking odds?”
“What odds?” Gwen couldn’t be any more confused.
“Your mother, the absolutely lovely Lara here, is a perfect match for us.”
Gwen stumbled back at those words, but a warm hand steadied her, and Jay was by her side immediately. “It’s okay, honey.”
But it wasn’t okay. Now, not only did she have to choose, but so did her mother. And suddenly she understood with sickening clarity how her mum had been feeling these past days, because fear slammed into her hard. What if she lost her mother? What if these males took her away or wanted to separate her from Gwen. She’d heard of such things. Of males being possessive and territorial.
Holy shit, this couldn’t be happening.
***
Cade took control of the situation before either Gwen or her mother took flight and ran away.
“Awen, why don’t you and Lucien go back to the clan lands and let Gwen and Lara go on home and gather their thoughts?”
Awen stared at him, his gaze dark, simmering with anger. Crap. Their normally laid-back leader didn’t like being told what to do in front of his female. The truth was, Cade should back down, but he wouldn’t lose Gwen. And when it came down to it, he let Awen lead. Cade possessed just as much power and age and experience. So Awen needed to drop the superior act.
“Have you forgotten your place—or mine?” Awen raised one imperious eyebrow.
Cade snorted. “My place because I accept it as such.”
“I beg your pardon?” The tiniest bit of steam came out of Awen’s nose. It shouldn’t have made Cade laugh because it meant, any moment now, Awen might go full dragon on them. Unfortunately, the steam made him look like an angry cartoon character, and Cade’s mouth twitched despite the severity of the situation.
“Are you laughing at me?” Awen demanded.
“No. Maybe. A bit. You had… Oh, forget it. Listen, the important thing here is how we move forward from this.”
“You’ve challenged me. Your leader.”
Cade blew out a long breath and prayed for patience. “Awen, what’s gotten into you? Since when did you care about protocol and such shit?”
“Since you fucking dared to come between me and my mate.”
“I’m no one’s mate,” Lara chimed in.
Awen turned the full focus of his fiery gaze on her. “Oh yes, you are. You’re mine. And Lucien’s. You belong to us.”
Cade stared at him and marveled at the lunacy finding one’s mate could drive a male dragon to. He turned to Lucien, and the other male shook his head. “He’s right, Cade. You’re wanting to protect the fragile bond you have with Gwen. But in order to do so, you need Awen to back off, and he’s not going to.”
“So, what? We fight this out? Like some ridiculous Western standoff? Pistols at dawn?” Cade drawled.
“You’d better hope not,” Awen snapped. “You might be powerful, but your bonded male is a mere baby.”
“Hey.” Jay stepped forward and got into the fray, but the wind went out of Cade’s anger. Awen made a good point. Jay didn’t possess anywhere near enough power to take on either Awen or Lucien, and Cade couldn’t fight them both.
“There has to be a way forward we can all live with,” Lucien said.
“The females are coming with us.” Awen took hold of Lara’s arm and started to pull her after him.
“Stop!” The command was so loud, people all around them stopped and stared. Lara wrenched her arm free of Awen’s grip and slapped him across his face.
For a moment, no one moved. Awen rubbed his cheek and looked at his hand wonderingly. Gwen stared at her mother with wide eyes. Neither Jay nor Cade moved a muscle.
“Now you listen to me.” Lara spoke with quiet determination. “No male manhandles me in such a way. Ever. You want me as your mate, Awen of the Cornish clan? You’re going about it entirely the wrong way. I need some time and space to process all this. I want my daughter near me, but I sense she’s creating a strong physical bond with these males and a need for them. I suggest we go back to the Cornish clan as you say, Awen. But I will stay with Cadan and Jago for now, if they will have me.”
“Of course we will. If you accept this?” Cade deferred to Awen because he didn’t need to get into a willy-waving contest right now, and gods knew the females didn’t need it either. He couldn’t believe his luck! Lara wanted to come and stay with him and Jay. He’d bet not entirely for the reasons she stated, but she’d feel safe from Awen simply turning up and taking her if she were in their home. Not that the male would go so far…surely. Still, it had all worked out rather nicely for Cade as now he’d have Gwen under his roof. Something he’d thought would take an age to achieve.
“Can we come visit you, Lara, in the morning?” Lucien asked.
She nodded briefly. “That would be nice. Perhaps we could take a walk.”
“I suppose that settles things for now.” Awen began to walk away, presumably toward his car, but Lara called after him.
“Awen?”
He turned and waited.
“I will see you and Lucien tomorrow, but if you ever drag me after you in such a manner again, you won’t see me again.”
Awen dipped his head in acknowledgment and pivoted on his heel, stalking off. Lucien gave Lara an apologetic smile, then strolled after Awen.
“Christ, what got into him?” Jay shook his head. “I’ve never known him act like such a dick. Awen’s always been a cool guy so far as I’m aware.”
“Stupid male hormones.” Lara tossed her hair and began to pace up and down. “This is why I’ve spent decades avoiding males. It’s why I kept Gwen away from them. You get one whiff of a female mate, and you lose your heads.”
“To be fair, we haven’t lost ours.” Jay smirked.
“Only because, he—” Lara paused and pointed right at Cade’s chest “—is a clever one who knows full well if he comes on strong, Gwen and I will be gone. He’s playing the long game.”
“He is also right here.” Cade struggled to maintain his control in the face of Lara’s rudeness. Gods, today had been testing.
All he wanted to do was to grab Gwen, throw her over his shoulder, take her with him back to his lair, and fuck her senseless. Her scent drove him insane. Instead, he stood here in the street, arguing with her mother like some stupid fool.
“Are you coming back to our home?” He bit out the question.
Lara huffed out an annoyed breath but gave a curt nod. “We will need to stop for some clothes.”
Oh no. Cade knew if they got into their own home, they’d more than likely panic and second-guess the idea of staying with the clan. “No need. We’ll send a member of our staff to collect whatever you wish for. Write a list.”
“Come.” He strode toward where he’d parked their car, not wanting to give the females another minute to overthink things.
Cade only began to relax once they reached the road leading to the home he shared with Jay. Humans could never find it; they’d get lost repeatedly if they tried because of the powerful magic of the clan Warders…and Awen. Perhaps he shouldn’t have pushed the male so much, after all. Cade could probably match him in a straight-out fight, but he didn’t possess the sort of magical trickery Awen did. Nothing Cade could do ventured beyond the sort of magic a male of his age and prowess normally possessed, whereas Awen could do things normally only the Warders could. And he seemed to have a good knowledge of the different spells and potions typically only used by their wise, elder females.
What if he put some sort of cursed spell on Gwen as revenge for Cade’s rudeness in front of Lara?
Cade shook himself. Christ, he needed to get a grip. Awen was his friend, and he wasn’t about to do anything nefarious to Cade, Jay, or Gwen.
The females were silent in the back of the car. They didn’t chat to each other, and every time he glanced in the rearview mirror, they were staring out of their respective windows, taking in the scenery whizzing by with set jaws. Great. He hadn’t even touched his mate yet, and he might as well be a century into the relationship for all the baggage that came with it. Perhaps the humans were onto something with all their mother-in-law jokes because, right now, he could do without the added hassle of Lara.
They reached their home, and he pulled into the driveway. Looking at the house from the outside, it didn’t seem particularly impressive. A single story, whitewashed abode made of local stone. But once inside, it was splendid. The place wasn’t old like the other clan houses, but it was built in a sympathetic style to fit in. The interior had all the modern amenities and comforts, but they were housed in a shell that fit the landscape around it.
The place blended old and new well. The state-of-the-art kitchen looked like something from the next century. Whereas, the bathrooms all possessed an old-world glamour with their Victorian claw-footed tubs and old-fashioned sinks.
When you ran the hot tap, you had limitless warm water from the brand-new boiler, and the shower heads gave a power shower as good as any you’d get in a spa.
He hoped Gwen would one day come to see this place as her home, but for now, it didn’t hurt if she found herself impressed by it. Hopefully, if he stuck to the more lived-in rooms and didn’t attempt another fancy meal in their formal, little-used dining room, she’d warm to their home.
With a sigh, he got out of the car and went around to open Gwen’s door for her. Jay did the same for Lara.
“Here we are again.” Gwen gave him a soft smile, almost shy, and his anger melted away.
Just like that. She only had to look at him, and Cade softened. He swore she’d have him wrapped around her finger in no time. The thought ought to terrify him, but it didn’t. He kind of liked it.
They got the females inside and offered them refreshments and then dispatched two servants to go and get their things.
“I’m tired. It’s been a somewhat wearing day as you can imagine.” Lara sipped her tea, sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen.
“I’ll show you to your room, and you can have a rest if you wish.” Jay put his own cup down and went to stand by Lara.
She gave him a faint smile and stood. “Do you mind, Gwen, if I go and rest awhile?”
“Not at all. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Lara gave a small laugh. “I will be, darling. I need a bit of time to get my head around the events of today.”
Jay and Lara left the room, Jay chatting to her about something inane, and Cade turned his attention to the only female he truly cared about. Gwen.
She walked out of the room and into the corridor, and for a moment, he thought she’d go follow her mother. But instead, she turned and wandered the hallway looking at their art on the walls. She stopped by his study, the door open, and went inside.
He liked her in his space. Too much.
She stood by the windows looking out over the garden and beyond to the wild, rugged moorland and the cliffs above the sea.
“Gorgeous view you have from here,” she mused.
“Isn’t it just?” He wasn’t talking about the scenery, though. He stared at Gwen, so lush and curvy. Today, she wore a long skirt, hippie-style, it even had damn bells on the bottom, so it tinkled when she walked. With it, she wore strappy, flat, brown leather sandals and an off the shoulder white top. Her shoulders were tanned with a smattering of freckles. He wanted to bite the flesh there and then lick up her neck.
Being bold, not caring if it scared her, wanting in some ways to push her further, he walked up right behind her. Not touching her, Cade leaned in so close his breath blew on her neck. He clocked the tiny shiver she gave in response, and he did it again.
Almost imperceptibly, she leaned back, moving into him. A tiny move, but for him, she might as well have crossed continents.
“You’re so beautiful.” He placed one hand on the window in front of her, getting closer as he did.
“I’m okay.” She laughed, and the soft sound stirred something in him. Not only his libido, which already raged, but something deeper. More to do with his heart than his cock.
“You’re gorgeous. I like your style.” He meant it too. Not normally that interested in clothes, he loved how eclectic and unique her dress sense was.
“I’ve got mum to thank for my way of dressing. She always wore these sorts of clothes when I was young, and I suppose it rubbed off on me. These days, she’s more into the vampy, fifties look.”
“But not you?” He liked how she’d stuck with her original style because it meant, while she loved her mother, she also made up her own mind about things.
She shrugged one gorgeous shoulder. “I like these clothes. They’re comfy and…”
“Sexy,” he supplied.
“Not by intention,” she shot back. Almost defensively.
“No, not intentionally, and that’s what makes you so damned hot.”
She gave a throaty chuckle, and his cock throbbed in response.
“I’m not hot.”
“Yes, you are.”
Sick of using words when actions spoke so much louder, Cade stalked over to the door and pulled it closed. He waved one hand over it, using a little of his power, and made sure no one would come in. The door burned hot to the touch. It meant Jay couldn’t join them right now, but he knew his bonded male would give the door a good kick and shout to be let in if he wished to be with them. Their servants, though, would leave well alone.
Gwen still stared out of the window, seemingly unaware of what he’d done. He wondered how strong her own magic was. Most latents had at least some Dragonea gifts. The ability to create fire and to stop it as well. Some could do so much more, like those Havsa sisters popping up all over the place.
He frowned as he thought about how many of his kind were finding mates these days. And he’d bet good money the female Warders were behind it to some degree. It couldn’t be a coincidence that the males who had found females were among the strongest of their kind. He would not be surprised to find that somewhere, in one of their clans, a female, or a group of them, worked to try to bring about an increase in matings.
Frankly, though, he didn’t care what had brought Gwen into their lives. His only focus was on getting her to be theirs. As he approached her, he breathed in her scent. Gorgeous and fresh, she smelled of flowers and something else. Something a little warmer, sexier. His own scent strengthened in response, and he relished the moment she took a breath in, and the way her body melted a tiny increment more toward him.
Reaching her, Cade put both his arms out, bracketing her between him and the glass in front of her.
“I know you aren’t sure where this is going for you. But you can’t deny you want us. Physically, at least.”
“I won’t deny it. I have no reason to.” She continued to watch the waves crest in the distance, not turning to look at him.
“So why the coy act?”
Now she did glance his way. And her eyes were full of fire. “It’s not an act. I’m no prick-tease, and don’t accuse me of being one. I want you. Both of you. But I’m not sure beyond that. I didn’t have a great experience with dragon males growing up, and I don’t want to be controlled.”
“No one wants to control you, honey.” He rubbed his nose up the length of her neck, letting her curls tickle his cheek.
“Bullshit. You want to control everything, Cadan. You and Awen and other males like you have it in your DNA.”
He laughed a little because she was right. But she was also wrong. The only way he wanted to control her was to keep her safe. End of story. He didn’t care what she wore, ate, read, listened to. If she wanted to decorate their house in nothing but gilt and pink velvet, he’d let her. The only thing he needed to do on a base, biological level was protect her.
“Darling, you come be with us, and you do what you like. I don’t care. You can paint this house purple, dye your hair green, and cook nothing but vegan food, and I’ll roll with it.”
She turned to him fully now, so close he saw all the gorgeous flecks in her amazing eyes.
“The only time I’ll get controlling on your ass is if it comes to your safety.”
Her gaze hardened. “But, see, that’s the thing. Nathan only cares about Claire’s safety, apparently, but he keeps her on a pretty short leash.”
A deeply unsexy snort escaped him.
“What?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Frankly, with the sort of powers those sisters possess, they should be the ones keeping their males safe. I bet if they put their heads together and practiced hard, those females could be the most powerful Warders we’ve ever seen.”
“I’m not them, though, am I? My magic isn’t strong. What if I want to go off and surf or go to a club?” She jutted her chin at him.
He seethed at the mention of her clubbing with the trash that descended on the party resorts during the summer.
“I’d say no,” he growled.
“Then get out of my way.” She shoved at him, but he didn’t budge.
“Would you want me to go clubbing with human females?”
She pouted but didn’t answer him. Her non-reply was all the confirmation he needed. Of course she wouldn’t.
“Cade. Let me pass.” She pushed at him again.
“Okay. For a price.”
“What price?”
He gave her a suggestive grin. “A kiss.”
“You’re impossible.” She stomped one foot and shook her head. “This is like dealing with some stupid boy on the playground.”
“Then you shouldn’t be afraid to give me one kiss, should you?”
He was being childish and he knew it, but damn, he enjoyed teasing her.
“Fine.” She pecked his cheek and went to move around him.
In one smooth move, he caught her by the upper arm, held her in place, and with his other hand, tipped up her chin.
He claimed her mouth, and he didn’t gentle it. He might be playing with fire, but he let all his lust for her, all his power, come to the fore. He recognized the moment she felt it as she began to shake, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him in deeper.
Yes. This was what he wanted. Gwen wasn’t some wilting wallflower. She was a feisty, formidable female, strong magic or not. The first time she’d felt his power it would have been a shock, but now she’d be used to it a little. He swept his tongue into her mouth and groaned at the taste of her.
Small, deft fingers skimmed down his body. Below his belt, to cup him right where he needed her. And just like that, in one moment, Cade lost the advantage.
He couldn’t have been more shocked when Gwen dropped to her knees and pulled down his zipper.
“Wait. What are you doing?”
She looked up at him and licked her lips. “I’ve wanted to taste you since the first moment I saw you.”
A momentary jolt of panic hit him. This wasn’t how he’d seen this going. He’d meant to seduce her. Have a little fun. Give her an orgasm and leave her begging for more. If she did this, would he be able to keep a lid on his explosive need for her?
She watched him with sparkling eyes, amusement dancing there. “What were you saying before about not always having to be in control? You pushed for this, but you only wanted it on your terms. Well, I’m taking it on my terms. Taking what I want and need.”
Without saying anything else, she took him out, and as soon as the air hit him, he hissed, he was that damned sensitive.
“Wow. You’re a big boy everywhere.” There was a light, teasing note to her voice but no malice.
She flicked her tongue out and licked his swollen head, and he moaned. To his surprise, she did too. And that only revved his engine more. She acted as if the taste of him alone was enough to turn her on beyond belief.
She began to lick and then suck at him, taking the tip of him in, and gods help him, but he wouldn’t last long.
After a few moments, he pulled her away gently. “You need to stop.”
“Why?” Big, guileless eyes looked up at him.
“Because I’m going to come.”
She grinned. “Kind of the point, Cade.”
And she swallowed him down deep. So deep. He couldn’t help himself, he began to thrust into the glorious warmth of her wet mouth. He didn’t want to think about where she’d learned to do this, so he pushed the thought away.
Soon he didn’t have to try to push thoughts away, because he couldn’t think anything. There was only Gwen, on her knees, with her glorious mouth around his cock, sucking the very life out of him.
He came with a cry, pulsing down her throat as she took it all.
When it was over, his yearning for her wasn’t calmed at all, but inflamed even more. He pulled her into him and kissed her hard, loving the taste of him on her.
He lifted her up and placed her on the desk. Spreading her legs, he pushed her gypsy skirt up until her plain white panties came into view, and then he ripped the damn things right off her.
A knock at the door made them both start.
“It’s me,” Jay said from the other side of the burning-hot wood.
Cade passed his hand in an arc in the direction of the door, and a moment later, Jay walked in. Gwen squeaked and went to close her legs, but Cade held her thighs open, her glistening sex on display for both to see.
“Fuck me, I leave you two alone for a few minutes, and this is what you get up to.” Jay prowled across the room to them and stared right at Gwen’s wet pussy.
“I’m tasting her first, and then you’re going to make her come.” Cade ground out the order, and Jay swallowed hard as he nodded.
Dropping to his knees, Cade buried his face right where he wanted it to be. He didn’t finesse her or take his time. Instead, he pushed his face into her warm, wet haven and sucked and licked as if he were dying of hunger and only her pussy could sustain him.
“Oh, shit.” Gwen pulled him closer into her by his hair, and he loved the sting against his scalp.
Cade liked it rough, and if Gwen did, then so much the better.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
He stopped what he was doing and stood up. Jay came forward, about to kneel down, but Cade shook his head.
Pulling Gwen up, he turned her around so that she faced the desk. He pushed her forward onto it and glanced over at Jay.
“Eat her this way.”
Jay shrugged and got onto his knees as he began to eat her pussy from behind.
Cade waited until he saw her thighs trembling and heard her breath come in heaving gasps, and then he brought his palm down on her backside. Hard enough to give a sharp sting but not enough to truly hurt. If his instincts were right and she liked it rough, then this would make her come even harder. The female liked to live on the edge, and he’d bet good money she wanted the same in her sex life. Perhaps that was one of her fears when it came to settling down, that it would mean lots of boring, vanilla sex?
He spanked her again, three more times.
“Shit,” she shouted.
“That’ll teach you to be such a fucking little minx.” He gave her one more swat.
With a cry loud enough to be heard by their servants, she came. Shoving back against Jay, she humped his face as she came and came and came.
Fuck. Cade was as hard as nails again.
As Gwen righted herself and Jay got to his feet, Cade began to work his cock.
“Yes, please.” Gwen smiled at him and then turned to Jay. “You too. I want you both to come for me.”
Jay took out his own cock, his face serious as he did so, and Cade realized why a moment later. Jay barely touched himself before he began to come. His hips were pumping the air as if he were fucking someone hard from behind, and he shot his seed in a high arc.
The sight of it, the sounds, the scents of all them together proved too much for Cade, and for the second time in mere minutes, he came.
The moment it was over, they all looked at one another, and an awkward silence descended.
Crap! What if Lara had heard? They’d hardly been discreet. Still sated, with powerful hormones coursing through his veins, Cade found he could hardly bring himself to care. But he didn’t like the stilted silence between the three of them. They’d just proved they’d be incendiary together, so why the atmosphere?
“I…erm…I need to go and get a shower and check on Mum. I’ll see you guys later. For something to eat, right? Okay. See you soon.” Gwen headed toward the door, pulling her skirt down and balling her ruined knickers in her hand.
Why did it feel as if she were running away?