Tanner's Scheme

“Oh God, this is insane,” she wheezed, and she should have been outraged. But she wasn’t. She was getting wetter.



A tight smile curved his lips.



“You like that,” he purred. Oh my God, he actually purred.



He kicked his jeans free of his body, revealing the thick, heavily veined, luscious length of his cock.



Her thighs parted as she licked her lips.



“Kiss me too,” she moaned. “I need you to kiss me.”



His lashes swept over his eyes as his tongue licked over his lower lip.



He leaned closer. “Can you feel him watching you?”



It was turning him on. It was really turning her on.



“It turns you on,” she accused, her eyes trained on his lips. She needed that kiss now.



“I’m a helluva pervert,” he admitted, pushing her legs back as he jerked her to the edge of the bed.



Her breath caught as he bent forward, licking at her lips as the head of his cock pressed against the saturated, swollen folds of her sex.



“I can be a pervert too.” Her thighs strained against the hold his hands had on them.



He paused, a slow, rakish grin curving his lips.



“Good girl,” he purred, the rumbling sound raking up her spine with invisible claws of erotic pleasure. “Show me, pretty thing. Show me the wicked in you.”



His lips slanted across hers then, his tongue sliding past her lips, the taste of him exploding in her mouth. And he tasted so good. Wicked, erotic, a banquet of lust, irresistible and combustible.



She sucked his tongue into her mouth, her own twining with it, milking as she discovered the tiny, swollen glands at the side of his tongue and the rich, tempting taste that gathered there.



Moaning, certain she had found ambrosia, Scheme licked, sucked and drew more of it into her mouth. She needed that taste. She needed it to breathe, to live.



Her hands threaded into his hair as she held him to her, writhing beneath him as she tried to impale herself on the thick width of the cock still poised at the entrance to her desperate, needy vagina.



She ached. She ached until the need was a pain. She was certain she would go insane from the need to be fucked. But he didn’t fill her, except with his tongue. His tongue pumped into her mouth; his lips moved over hers; his kiss sent a fireball of sensation racing through her.



“Damn you,” she cried out weakly as he pulled back, staring down at her with narrowed, glittering eyes. “I need more.”



“You need to be spanked.” Whiskey-rough, purring with pleasure, his voice and his declaration had her hips jerking, her womb spasming.



“I’m a bad girl,” she agreed roughly. “Fuck me first. Then you can spank me.”



A wicked smile curled his lips. “Oh no, baby. First, I’m going to spank that pretty ass of yours. I’m going to watch it blush, smell your heat, and then maybe, just maybe, I’ll bank all those hot little fires burning inside you.”



Her eyes widened as he jerked back from her.



“Tanner, I can’t take this.” She was burning now, flames erupting beneath her flesh, searing through her as the wracking spasms of need shook her frame.



“Oh, you’ll take this, baby,” he growled. “And you’ll love it.”



Before she could fight him, before she could protest, he was sitting on the bed, pulling her over his knees. She was about to come from the heady dominance she could feel rising from Tanner—and the surprising pleasure her submissive position sent whipping through her.



Spankings were a tease. She had been spanked erotically before; it was pleasurable, but with no real clash and bang.



Then Tanner’s hand landed on her ass in a short series of sharp, burning caresses. She couldn’t call them painful. They were agonizingly pleasurable.



“Oh my God, Tanner. Please. Don’t do this to me.” Vibrations of sharp, near-orgasmic sensation tore through her womb.



Two more sharp little taps, each on the rounded curve, just above her thigh. They stole her breath. She was so aroused, so ready for him that the primitive submissiveness washing over her was like a heady drug.



His hand fell again. Again. One strike to each cheek, heating her flesh further.



Scheme tossed her head, flipping her hair from her face as her eyes opened and locked with the man standing in the bathroom doorway.



Oh God. She shuddered, feeling her juices easing from her vagina, heating her thighs. Cabal was Tanner’s twin in almost every way. Tall, hard, his expression savagely aroused, his jeans cupping and conforming to the impressive erection beneath. And he was watching. His arms crossed over his hard chest, his fists clenched.



A spasm shook her core, rippled to her clit, her womb, then shuddered through her.



Cabal’s gaze flickered to Tanner, then to Scheme’s ass.



“I won’t touch.” His voice was savage. “But I’ll watch.”



There was no denial from Tanner. His hand smoothed over the cheeks of her rear as Cabal’s green eyes glittered with hunger as he watched.



Tanner’s hand fell again.



“Mine!” he snarled. And once again she felt the declaration clear to her soul. Then she felt his possession in the next caressing tap delivered against her ass.



And it wasn’t enough. She needed it harder, hotter. She writhed on his lap, fighting his hold, her hands bracing against his leg as she fought him.



His hand landed harder.



“He can smell your need.” Cabal’s voice was guttural. “I can smell your need.”



Tanner’s hand landed again, burning against the cheek of her ass as she stiffened, her eyes drifting closed as savage pleasure swamped her.



Yes, this was what she needed.



A keening cry left her lips as his hand fell again. Again. She was riding an edge so sharp, so high, she was almost terrified. Almost. She needed it, she realized. The overwhelming need for a harder touch, a more savage possession had tormented her for years, leaving her dissatisfied, searching, reaching.



She wasn’t searching any longer. Each slap on the cheeks of her ass sent her higher, built the fires hotter.



“Damn, your ass blushes pretty.” Tanner’s voice was a primal snarl. “Soft and silky and such a pretty burning pink. Like sunrise.”



She was hotter than sunrise. She was blazing like a comet.



“Like a peach,” Cabal whispered then, his voice almost reverent. “Ripe and ready to bite into.”



Scheme whimpered as the lust suddenly spiked hotter, brighter. She had never done that, that she knew of. Never had sex while she knew another man watched.



The hollow shame wasn’t there, as she would have expected. The discomfort that she had to fight was absent.



This wasn’t about the sexuality alone. She could see the need in Cabal’s eyes. He had been such an integral part of Tanner’s sexual life for years, immersing himself in the pleasures his brother allowed him to share in, that he needed this.



She could feel it as sharply as she felt Tanner’s hands on her rear. Cabal needed at least this much. Just for a while.



And she needed it. Something to wipe away the memory of years of shame, the knowledge that what she had with Chaz hadn’t been love, but a degrading enforcement of control.



This wasn’t about control. Tanner had somehow sensed her needs from the start, and he was giving her what she craved.



She writhed on his lap, crying out in pleasure, each slap sending her higher until she was nothing but a mass of lust, need, hunger.



She was dying in his arms in the midst of a pleasure she couldn’t control, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t want to control.



Scheme gave herself to the whipping ecstasy rushing through her system. Tanner’s sharp caresses were firm, then soft, gentle then burning. Each slap vibrated to her clit, causing it to swell further, throb, ache. Her hips writhed over his thighs, clenching together, forcing friction against the little bundle of nerves as she felt the spirals of release building in her womb.



She was going to come. She could feel it. She was going to explode.



“There you go, pretty girl.” Tanner’s voice was so rough, so graveled, it was primal. “Feel it burn. All the way into that tight pussy. Feel it, Scheme.”



The sharp caresses were more rhythmic now, a steady, hard vibration of flames that began to pulse in her clit.



“You’re so wet I can feel it on my thigh,” he snarled. “So fucking hot you’re going to burn me.”



Slap. Slap.



“Come for me, baby. Spill all that sweet cream. When you do, I’m going to lap every drop of it up.”



She exploded. Cords of lightning wrapped around her clit, electrifying her, tearing her senses from her mind and sending her into an explosion of fiery, desperate release.



She heard her own strangled scream as she arched in his arms, feeling his fingers force their way between her thighs, plunging into the impossibly tight confines of her cunt.



She was losing her senses. Dying. Her vagina convulsed, raining the silky spill of her release to those thrusting fingers and jacking her higher into her orgasm.



She was limp, shuddering violently, and she needed more. Oh God, she needed more.



CHAPTER 25



The animal was free inside Tanner. As he felt the wash of her release soaking his fingers, smelled the complete submission to her pleasure and the burning, desperate need inside her, the animal tore free.



It was a part of himself he had always feared. He kept it locked away, hidden, fearing that releasing it would return him to the creature he had been before Callan had saved him.



There was no locking it away now.



Lifting Scheme from across his legs, he laid her back on the bed, knelt on the floor and buried his lips between her legs.



God, her pussy was sweet. Like cream. Like syrup. It clung to his lips, drew his tongue and made him drunk on the taste of her.



He loved eating her. Licking her, sucking at the pearly clit, feeling the soft, silky curls covering her pussy. Rounded thighs clenched on his cheeks, and he loved that too. The way she writhed beneath him and he had to clench his fingers on her hips to hold her still.



She didn’t want gentleness; she needed all of him. He could feel it, smell it. She wanted the animal taking her, and it was a damned good thing, because he couldn’t restrain it.



Lapping at her, he drew the sweet taste of her cream into his mouth, growling at the addictive sweetness as she shuddered and bucked beneath him again, spilling more. She was all soft, liquid heat.



The glands in his tongue were throbbing, so engorged and swollen it was painful. He needed her kiss. He needed her sucking the hormone from him as he fucked her.



He had to fuck her. His cock was so engorged, so tight he was in pain. Delicious pain.



Dragging himself from the delicacy he was consuming, he pushed her further up the bed before settling himself between her thighs.



He was growling and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to stop it. His lips had pulled back from his teeth, and the rumbling animalistic sounds were pouring from his chest.



Rather than terrifying Scheme, as it should have, her brown eyes glittered with another surge of lust. Her hips lifted to him, her lips opened, and the world exploded in a haze of incredible, incurable lust.



Tanner slanted his lips over hers, spearing his tongue into the heated, hungry depths of her mouth as he thrust his cock into the milking depths of her pussy.



Sweet heaven. It was good. It was nirvana. It was ecstasy. He worked his hips, circling, rotating, pushing his dick inside her as the muscles clamped on it, sucked at it. Just as her mouth, hot and sweet, sucked at his tongue.



Her hands clamped on his ass, her body bowing toward him, gasps of primal hunger leaving her throat as she forced him deeper.



God, he didn’t want to hurt her. He didn’t want it like this…



A rumble of a snarl left his chest as his hips slammed forward, burying every hard, desperate inch of his erection inside her. To the hilt, his balls, tight and hard, pressing against her ass as he tore his lips from hers to breathe.