Desiree Holt - Caught in the Middle

Stafford looked to him a few times. When he seemed to realise Hayden had no intention of picking them up himself, Stafford grabbed the other man’s jeans and tossed them at him. “Put them on.”

“Why?” Hayden asked.

“Because civilised people don’t go around with their cock hanging out all day,” he snapped.

Hayden shrugged and pulled his jeans on with a long suffering sigh. They rode low on his hips, the legs were full of tears and rips.

“Couldn’t you find anything else to wear?” Stafford asked.

“What’s wrong with them?” Hayden said.

Stafford huffed and made no further comment.

Hayden looked across at Jasmine. Out of Stafford ’s line of sight, he winked at her.

The phone rang. Stafford ’s slightly faster reactions allowed him to pick it up before Hayden. He smiled, very smugly and went to the far end of what the handcuffs would allow.

Hayden beckoned her across to him.

“May I ask you something, sir?” she asked softly as she stood before him.

In the background Stafford went through the payment details on his credit card and confirmed the breakfast order.

Hayden smiled and nodded, pulling her close in so their bodies were pressed together. His free hand slid over her back, caressing her wherever his fancy took him as she rested her hands on the sharply defined muscles of his arms.

“What do you want to ask?” he whispered in her ear, rubbing his cheek against hers.

“You… you wind him up on purpose, don’t you, sir?”

Hayden’s smile grew. “Sometimes, yes. He has…” his brow creased as he began to think about the matter more carefully. “He has too many sharp edges. He has to learn how to get on with people if he is ever to be happy in a pack.”

Jasmine hesitated. She knew very well what correcting a master could lead to, but wrapped in Hayden’s embrace, somehow it seemed safe to say more than ‘yes, sir’ to him.

“Vampires don’t usually live in packs, sir,” she whispered.

Hayden looked past her at Stafford. “He should. He would make a good pack member. He is wasted on his own. Don’t you think so?”

Jasmine looked down. “It is not my place to tell masters how they should live their lives, sir.”

Hayden tucked his knuckle under his chin and made her look back up. “You don’t think your pack would listen to your opinion?” he asked, immediately concerned.

She offered him a small smile. “I gave up the right to have an opinion of my own a long time ago, sir.”

Hayden frowned down at her. Stafford hung up the phone and turned back towards them.

“What’s wrong?” Stafford asked.

Jasmine forced a smile. “Nothing, sir.”

“Then you should rest until breakfast gets here,” Stafford decided, with a nod to the bed.

Hayden nodded his agreement and took her by the hand. Stafford had no choice but to follow where the cuffs and Hayden led. For some reason Stafford seemed quite set on her lying between them on the bed despite the inconvenience of the cuffs and the chain crossing over her body.

The werewolf wasted no time making himself very comfortable and pulling her close.

Stafford, who’d left a gap between their bodies when he lay down, frowned. “She’ll rest far more comfortably if you give her some room to breathe,” he snapped.

Hayden glanced at Stafford and then to her. “You’re comfortable, aren’t you, Jas?”

She didn’t get a chance to answer.

“I know a damn sight more about women than you do,” Stafford snapped.

Hayden considered the idea for several long seconds. “No,” he decided. “You said before that humans are for feeding and sex, you don’t know any more about human women than I do.”

“You’d never even had sex with a human before last night,” Stafford accused.

Hayden grinned. “Doesn’t matter. I’m a quick learner.”

Stafford ran his eyes over the way he held Jasmine. “You haven’t learned anything.”

“I know Jas has the same pleasure spot inside her as a female werewolf,” Hayden said. “I know she likes to feel my tongue here too.” He slid his hand between her legs and brushed his finger tips across her clitoris.

Jasmine stopped turning her head to look from one man to the other as they argued across her. Her eyes dropped closed. Instant pleasure coursed through her. Part of the bliss from the previous night seemed to have lingered inside her body, it only took the lightest touch to rekindle the spark into a blaze.

“When you know what you’re talking about you’ll find those ‘pleasure spots’ are actually called a G-spot and a clitoris.”

Hayden shrugged, his fingers pressed more firmly against her clit with the movement. “Don’t need to know what it’s called to make sure Jas feels good.”

Jasmine blinked her eyes open, looking from one man to the other, trying to work out what the hell she was supposed to do now. “How may I serve you, sir?” she asked both of them.

Her question trailed into a low throaty moan as Stafford pushed Hayden’s fingers out of the way. “Like this,” he corrected the other man. His fingers played her clit to perfection, trailing the moisture gathering at her slit up to slick his carefully orchestrated movements. Jasmine bit down on her lip, desperately trying not to show favouritism for one man’s touch or another man’s technique.

She glanced at Hayden, but the werewolf didn’t seem to be the least offended, merely curious. Turning to Stafford, she saw the triumph in the vampire’s eyes.

Turning back to Hayden, she was ready to reach out and reassure him, when he smiled and ducked his head to push Stafford ’s hand out of the way with his cheek. Replacing Stafford ’s finger tips with an amazingly versatile tongue, he lapped enthusiastically at her clit.

A whimper escaped from between her lips, but that was as close as she could get to real words right then. Jasmine reached for the back of his head, trying to wordlessly beg him to stay where he was and to keep doing exactly what he was doing forever.

Stafford caught her wrist before her fingers touched Hayden’s hair. She turned to him, blinking her confusion as he pinned her wrist against the mattress. Moving slightly, she tested his hold, not trying to free herself, but wondering what he would do if she tried.

Her gaze met Stafford ’s and was instantly trapped. Hayden stopped licking. Without thinking she pulled at the wrist in Stafford ’s grip. He wouldn’t allow her to reclaim her hand, but he made no objection to her moving her other hand and tangling the fingers of that hand into Hayden’s hair.

“Don’t do that,” Hayden said. Blond eyebrows almost met as a frown descended on his normally happy continence. “You’ll hurt her.”

Stafford dismissed his objection. “I know what I’m doing.”

“If you have to hold her down, you’re doing something bloody well wrong,” Hayden growled.

“Do you like being held like this?” Stafford asked her, turning all his attention away from the werewolf. “Do you like to be held tight so you know that the man you’re with will always keep you safe and close to him?”

Jasmine looked back and forth between the two men, trying to work out what answer would please both of them.

“The truth,” Hayden ordered.

“I like it, sir,” she whispered.

Hayden’s frown remained as he took hold of the hand she’d wound into his hair and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. Looking back to her eyes, he offered her a small smile and licked the skin next to his grip, giving the pleasure she took from being held his blessing.

She smiled tentatively back at him, and then at Stafford.

“You like this too, don’t you?” Stafford said as his free hand caressed her breast, his finger tips quickly making her nipple peak and plead for attention.