Dane smiled. “You’re welcome. Get whatever you want. I don’t want you going hungry.”
She scoffed. “No danger there.”
Amber’s gaze dropped to the menu without seeing it, and her cheeks warmed when she felt his eyes drilling a hole into her with his silent stare of displeasure.
“Do you make remarks like that often, Amber?”
“Remarks like what?”
“Demeaning remarks about your gorgeous body.”
Embarrassment and appreciation played tug o’ war inside her. “Sometimes. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do it again. It saddens me,” Dane told her.
“It irritates me,” Carson put in, setting two glasses of water in front of them. “If you make shit comments about those hot-ass curves again I’ll turn you over my knee and paddle that ass.”
She blushed, shifting in her seat when her cunt dampened in apparent approval over the idea. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it would bother...” What both men had said finally registered. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
Dane gave a quick nod, scooted in her direction, and then gently rubbed her shoulder, stirring heat and longing from within. “You are.”
“Thank you.” His compliment touched her deeply. She looked up at Carson. “You said I was hot?”
Carson nodded, taking their menus. “That shouldn’t surprise you, but it’s sweet that you’re humble. What are you having?”
“A spring roll, please.” She swallowed when he raised an expectant brow at her. He had to know she was hungry and wanted more food. “Those sweet and sour pork thingies and some chicken fried rice please.”
Carson seemed pleased. “Good choice. I know what you like.”
Dane nodded once. “Where is Kyle?”
“The coffee bean queen came in and he insisted on waiting on her himself. I told him he could,” Carson explained.
“Brenda?” Amber guessed.
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll bring your food.” Carson noticed Kyle walking toward him. “Actually little man here can do that. What, did the barista eat half an egg roll and then leave?”
Kyle frowned. “No. She got a to-go order.”
“I’m sure she’ll come in to sit down and eat sometime,” Dane reassured him.
“That’s tough luck, little man, but I know something that will cheer you,” Carson said with a sardonic edge. “Sweet and sour pork, chicken fried rice, two spring rolls, some of that hot mustard shit, Kung Pao chicken over rice—”
“White or brown rice?” Kyle asked.
“He’s a man. Get him white rice,” Carson answered.
Dane took a drink of his water. “I prefer half and half.”
Carson snorted. “Fine, get his highness a fucking medley. Oh, and bring a couple of fortune cookies and some tea back, would you?”
“Crap, where’s my notepad?” Kyle padded himself in search of it.
“I believe in your brain. Now get to it, man.” Carson gave him a light push.
“You expect me to remember all that?”
“I have faith in you. Now get.”
Kyle left and Carson turned to face them. “Let’s hope he’s a better cop.”
“I think Kyle’s doing fine,” Dane said. “Tonight is just hectic. Shouldn’t you be helping Nathan and the others in the kitchen?”
“Trying to get rid of me, are you?” Carson tossed a wink at Amber and started to leave. “I’ll be back.”
The flirtatious gesture made her warm and tingly.
Dane scooted his chair closer to hers so he sat right next to her. “I want you to tell me everything about you, Amber. Don’t leave anything out.”
She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or hug him when she realized he was serious. He seemed genuinely interested to learn everything about her.
When their food came they talked and ate, making her more relaxed in his presence. After dinner she broke open her fortune cookie, enjoying the light, sweet crunch in her mouth while she chewed and read her fortune. She nearly quit breathing.
The little strip of paper read, “You will go home with Dane and Carson tonight.”
Her full stomach suddenly felt hollow and her palms clammed. The prophetic cookie tempted her, but she couldn’t give them what they wanted, as much as she wished to.
Dane broke open his cookie and the fortune read, “You will kiss a beautiful woman tonight.”
Amber gave him a shy smile. “You guys custom design the fortunes?”
“We do.” He ran his fingers through her hair, making her feel precious and cherished. “We make our own fortune cookies and print out a bunch of random fortunes. Some are funny, some romantic, or ambiguous. Every now and then we’ll make some head-fucking ones like ‘they’re always watching you’ or ‘we know your secret.’”
She grinned. “That’s so cool. I love it.”
“So what do you think, girl, is it an accurate fortune?” Dane queried.
She bit her bottom lip, feeling shaky and feverish with anticipation. He’d called her girl again. She loved that. It was so endearing and possessive, and kind of dominant in a way.
Her guardian would kill her if she went to bed with Dane, and she’d never get her inheritance. However, it was probably dark outside by now or it soon would be, and there were many sexual delicacies to sample outside of penetration.
“You want me to go home with both of you?” she whispered.
Dane nodded with an almost caring smile. “We really like you, Amber, a lot.”
“We’re shape shifters and you’re our mate,” Carson blurted, standing near her now.
His confession threw a wrench in her composure and made her eyes bug out and her mouth open. “W–what?”
Carson plopped down next to her, ignoring the irritated glare she sensed Dane throwing at his brother. “We’re shifters, baby doll, and you’re our predestined mate.”
Dane draped the rabbit pelt over her shoulder and then dragged it slowly down her back, across her buttocks, and finally down and back up her thighs. Amber moaned and spread her legs, letting the bunny fur seduce the nectar from her excited pussy.
Carson ogled her nude sex with a lecherous gleam in his eyes. “Hot naked cunt.”
“I know,” Dane agreed from behind her. “She looks so gorgeous and fuckable. I can’t wait to sink my cock up her pussy.”
She gulped and licked her lips.
Not for several months, gentlemen.
Carson unscrewed the lid to each thermos. “You want hot or cold first?”
“You pick...Sir.” She remembered the title when his predatory blue-green eyes warned her.
Her obedience gratified him, and he took a drink from the thermos she supposed to contain a hot beverage judging by the foggy steam that rose from it.
“Is that tea?”
“Mmhmm, herb tea.” He exhaled in a sexy, masculine way that plagued her with need. “What are you supposed to call me, sub?”
“Sir. Sorry I forgot.”
Carson bent over and latched onto her nipple with his searing mouth. Amber’s mouth fell open and she pushed her tit into him, delighting in the steamy caress he lavished on her.
Next he took a drink from the thermos that contained a cold beverage, probably water. He sipped her other nipple erect with his chilly mouth, making her breath hitch and a shiver snake up her spine.
“Interesting, isn’t it?” he asked.
She gave him a shy smile. “I like it...Sir”
“Then you’ll love what’s coming, but not until I’m ready.”
Such a tease.
Dane pulled the rabbit fur away. “I’m going to use the tawse now. Are you ready?”
She nodded, trembling with anticipation and a dash of dread. “I’m ready, Sir.”
He brushed the cool leather over her butt cheeks, either preparing or taunting her.
Carson lavished her first nipple with a frigid kiss and icy suckling this time to shock the lax nub from its warm slumber. The bud sprang to attention, stiffening and puckering with chills in his cold mouth.
Dane took light taps and minor swats at her bottom, warming her up and sending tremors of excitement and trepidation rolling through her.
Carson took another drink, this time from the heated thermos. He wrapped his lips around her left breast and warmed the cold-afflicted point with an herbal bath of seduction. His swirling oral ministrations dominated the formerly hard nipple and made it lie down and submit to the conquering heat.
He took a swig of tea and consumed her mouth in a steamy kiss that unleashed an herbal medley on her taste buds. While she was still woozy and enraptured by the lingering feel of the kiss, he took several gulps of ice water and then captured her mouth again with his. This time he subdued her with a blizzard-cold assault that was equally sexual and deadly.
When Carson broke free of their oral mating, Dane delivered the first adult strike of the tawse. It woke her butt the hell up and sent a stinging heat into her skin and deeper into her bloodstream when he hit her bottom again.
The pain was temporary and supplanted by gentle rubbing with his hand over the warmed-up flesh he’d tampered with. The light massage was followed by the soothing caress of rabbit fur nuzzling her heated ass cheeks.
Carson’s eyes sizzled with carnal intent as he knelt on the ground in front of her and took another drink. In the storm of sensation play she’d forgotten exactly which thermos he was drinking from. Her answer came in a glacial kiss on her labia that shocked her with cold when he started licking her sex lips. He took another long drink and proceeded to suck her cunt into his mouth, slurping wet, frigid knowledge into it.
Amber gasped and danced on her toes, slapped with heat from behind and scourged with numbing cold in the front. It was pure, heavenly salacity. When Carson’s tongue ran circles around her vagina she grew cautious but hid her uncertainty well. The virginal ring sparked with sensation from his cold frontal rimming.
Dane whacked her bottom hard, driving stinging pain and fiery heat into her skin. The harder he swatted her backside the longer it took for the fire to burn out and the sting to dissolve into a harsh but invigorating memory.
Awareness became heightened and somehow deadened at once as they continued their confusing paradise of pain and pleasure, heat and cold. Time stood still as the sun sank lower behind the snow-capped mountains. A sheen of sweat glistened on her body as extreme temperatures and the lines between suffering and enjoyment were blurred.
It was a mental thing. She knew it was. If any random man had wanted to strap her she doubted she would like it. But here with the men she trusted, willing herself to take the pain for them and being rewarded when they magically turned it into pleasure was a sexual utopia she reveled in.
Carson devoured her pussy with a scalding herbal bath, enticing her cherry with the desire to burst. He didn’t break her hymen, but as his tongue dipped into her vagina, fucking sinful heat up into it, she imagined herself surrendering her chastity to them and forfeiting the money she was entitled to. Normally the idea sent her into a defensive frenzy, but in this dreamlike moment with them it was the biggest turn on. Pretending they were stealing her riches away from her and reducing her to a shameless, writhing woman to sate their needs made her cream hard.
“Remember, you have to ask permission to come,” Carson reminded her, his voice sounding distant like he spoke through a tunnel.
“Please, Sir.” She felt lightheaded and like she was flying.
“You may come, sub.”