Desiree Holt - Caught in the Middle

“She belongs to us now,” Hayden said. “She is our pack, not yours.”

“She is a human, and until both she and I are satisfied the life you two can give her is what she wants and what she needs, I retain the right to call her back to the contract she signed with me at any time, and she retains the right to ask either or both of you to return her to me at any time too.”

“No,” Stafford ’s grip on her arm tightened.

“Ours,” Hayden said.

Mr. Washington didn’t even blink.

“Do you really think you can stop us?”

“Yes.”

Stafford ’s eyes narrowed.

“The council will accept my contract with her as proof of ownership of Jasmine.”

Hayden shook his head. “She is not part of your pack, she doesn’t belong to you.”

Stafford’s eyes hadn’t left Mr. Washington. “Come along, Jasmine,” he said. “We’re leaving now.”

Jasmine looked across at Mr. Washington. He nodded to her, giving her permission to leave. “One week,” he reminded her and them.

She could feel the cold fury pouring off Stafford and the confusion surrounding Hayden. As the two men turned away from Mr. Washington, she saw him roll his eyes at the two younger men.

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him express his exasperation with them. While arranging the challenge he had made her well aware he thought they were both idiots. Although, she’d only once heard him admit he vaguely remembered being just as stupid as they were when he was their age.

Jasmine bit back a smile at him and turned away from him to follow Stafford and Hayden out of the club. When they reached the car Stafford put her firmly in the back and tugged Hayden back when he would have got in there with her. Hayden grumbled but he got into the front passenger seat.

“Since you left the hotel, has any man hurt you?” Stafford asked, catching her eye in the rear view mirror.

She shook her head. “No, sir.”

“Have you submitted to anyone?” he asked. “Had sex with anyone?”

She shook her head again. “No, sir.”

“Good girl.” he said, more to himself than her if she was any judge. Some tiny part of the anger bubbling inside him seemed to settle.

Hayden twisted in his seat and looked past the headrest at her.

Stafford nudged him. “Turn around.”

“Why?”

“You can look at her as much as you want to once we get home.”

Hayden gave a long suffering sigh and turned around. Something between them had changed since she’d last seen them, their tentative truce seemed to have deepened into some sort of understanding, but by the time they reached the apartment, each man was watching the other one somewhat warily.

“How may I please you, sir?” she asked as knelt on the floor half way between them.

“Not sir,” Hayden said suddenly. “I don’t want you to call us sir.”

“Speak for yourself,” Stafford said.

“She calls everyone sir, we aren’t everyone.”

Stafford looked across at her. “Master, would be more suitable,” he decided.

“Yes, master.”

“Alpha,” Hayden said.

“Yes, alpha,” she responded, looking back and forth between one of them and the other.

Neither of them seemed quite sure what to do with her now they had her. Mr. Washington was right, neither of them had owned a submissive before-that much was obvious. And they were still young enough to be worried about looking like a fool in front of the other man if she should rebuff any advance they made towards her.

“How may I serve you?” she asked.

Hayden crouched down and stroked her cheek. “Come to bed?” he asked.

“You have no idea how to treat a woman with respect,” Stafford snapped.

“You want her too. Scent doesn’t lie, and she wants us as well, don’t you Jas?”

He smiled at her as Stafford frowned at them both. Then Stafford gave in and held out a hand, helping her to her feet. “Perhaps the simplest ways are sometimes the best,” he allowed. “Come to bed. There will be time enough to talk later.”

Their clothes dropped away as they walked. Once they were all naked in the bedroom, Stafford turned to her. He reached out and stroked her lips with the tip of his fingers.

She smiled up at him without needing him to put the order into words. “Yes, master.”

He took her hand in his and walked backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed. He sat naked on the edge of the bed, leading her to kneel at his feet. She automatically leaned in and pressed a lapping kiss to the tip of his stiffening cock.

Hayden crouched down besides her and touched her cheek.

Stafford glared at him. Jasmine looked from one man to the other. She could practically read what the vampire thought right then-fairness suggested the man who went second yesterday would go first today, but the vampire wasn’t inclined to give a damn about fairness right then.

“He doesn’t like that,” Hayden said.

It wasn’t at all what she expected him to say.

Jasmine hesitated and pulled away, looking up at the two men for further instruction. “I’m sorry, master,” she said. “I thought…”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Stafford demanded, turning to the other man.

“You said you don’t like people to do that,” Hayden reminded him.

Stafford rolled his eyes and sighed. “I don’t like men. The statement is hardly relevant to Jasmine, is it?”

“Because she is female you don’t mind.”

Jasmine looked back and forth between them, wondering what exactly had gone on between the two men while she had been out of the way.

Stafford touched her cheek. “Ignore the pup. This is exactly what I want.”

She nodded and pushed the matter aside, leaning in to take the tip of Stafford ’s cock into her mouth. Wrapping him in the wet heat between her lips, she felt him quickly stiffen. Her tongue flickered and swirled over the head of his cock, seeking out all the most sensitive points as she made the most she possibly could of everything she had been taught over the years.

Hayden sat patiently on the bed next to Stafford, watching every movement of her lips against his cock, apparently content to wait his turn again. Then he suddenly seemed to realise it wasn’t essential for him to wait and he got off the bed. Jasmine tracked his movements as he walked around behind her. The other man ran his hands down her back, casually caressing her and she felt annoyance suddenly surge inside Stafford.

Hayden’s hands left her back. Dipping his head, he lapped at her clit. Jasmine murmured her pleasure and let the vibrations shoot straight through her mouth and into Stafford ’s cock. He stroked her cheek, telling her to look up at him when her eyes drifted closed.

His expression told her very clearly that she was his. Right then, she could tell it didn’t matter to Stafford that the pleasure she whimpered around his cock was given to her by another man. In that one moment, she knew she belonged to him and nothing would ever change that.

Hayden stopped licking her clit and she felt him move away from her for a moment before the blunt pressure of his cock pressed against her slit. Stafford kept looking into her eyes as Hayden pushed into her. She couldn’t hide anything from him right then. She knew he saw all the emotions flash across her eyes.

Jasmine did her best to keep working his cock in her mouth. She was so desperate to please him-to prove to both men that she could please them both, that she could belong to them both, at the same time.

Stafford touched her cheek and she knew she had failed. One glance up and she dropped her eyes again. Mortified at her failure to be able to please them both, she let his cock slip from between her lips.