4

WEEK TWO

As the second week of Alyssa’s vacation rolled in, Sebastian kept his questions about toys or virgins firmly quiet as he and Shane made all attempts to put a lock on their self-control and continued their slow seduction of Alyssa.

Arriving at her apartment several days after the episode with the toys, armed with sweet treats, fruits, and coffee, they let themselves in.

More often than not she was still asleep when they showed up early. Waking her was becoming a greater test in self-control each time. And they were becoming weaker by the day.

Depositing the sweets and fruits on the table, Shane turned back and locked the kitchen door before pausing.

His gaze swept over the kitchen, eyes narrowed as he surveyed the floor-to-ceiling windows next to the doors. They were easily eight feet tall and they were clean. So clean they almost shimmered without the various fingerprints and bits of salt and sand that sometimes clung to them.

Inside and out.

The kitchen table was closer to the windows, and on the wide deck …

“Son of a bitch.” He could feel every muscle in his body tightening in impending danger.

Sebastian stepped over; years of being raised together, working as couriers for the CIA between Spain and the United States, had given each of them a sixth sense for the other when it came to danger.

Shane felt the tension that suddenly surrounded Sebastian as he saw the problem.

“She’s five five at the most, if she wears those silly built-up sneakers she likes so well,” he suddenly growled. “And she’s climbing.”

“We’re six two,” Shane murmured. “These windows are easily eight feet tall.” Turning, he moved to the table with its rough stone top and surveyed it carefully. “She stood on a chair, ’Bastian. She put the fucking chair on a table, then stood on it.”

Visions of what could have happened to her began racing through his head. A fall to the floor, covered in stones matching that of the table, would have killed her. One crack of her head and it would have been over.

He found his insides shaking.

Together he and Sebastian stalked to the bedroom, worry, hell-fucking fear—riding them as they pushed inside the large, dim master suite to find Alyssa sprawled on her stomach, blankets kicked back, the boy shorts and snug T-shirt she wore doing little to dampen the lusts storming inside them now.

“At least she’s fucking breathing,” Sebastian pushed the words between clenched teeth.

Five five at the tallest, Shane thought. And she was climbing to clean windows clearly out of her reach.

Standing still, assuring himself she was fine, he watched as Sebastian eased closer, bent, and narrowed his gaze on her leg. When he looked up at Shane, his lips were thin, his eyes narrowed in anger.

Moving to where Shane stood, he inhaled hard. There, just below her knee on the side of her leg, a bruise the size of his fist. Black as pitch, the bruising deep and obviously serious.

Turning from the sight of it, Shane swiped his fingers through his hair, clenched his teeth, and held back his possessive, protective instincts. For the moment.

Just for the moment.

Turning back to the bed, he almost grinned at the sight of Sebastian on the floor next to the bed, his wrists resting on his upraised knees as he glared at the ceiling, cursing silently, though his lips were forming the words perfectly.

That was Sebastian. Playful as a fucking kid, even when he was pissed off.

“Spanking her ass. I’m telling you, Shane. Spanking it. Fucking it. She’s going to kill herself.” Then he was cursing in Spanish. Shane could only shake his head. When Sebastian began cursing in Spanish they had a problem. He’d never known his cousin to slip to this extreme over a woman before, though. Not that he blamed him; it was just unexpected.

Blowing out a hard breath, Shane watched as Alyssa’s legs shifted on the bed and she slowly rolled over, stretching out before him, the slender delicacy of her body holding him spellbound.

How the hell did she manage to do that to him?

His mouth went dry; his cock went from iron hard to painfully stiff. Have mercy. When Sebastian had called her a siren, he’d known what he was about.

One hand rested on her stomach, the other over her head, and when he made himself focus on her face he watched as her lashes drifted open drowsily.

“Morning,” she whispered, her lashes drifting over her eyes again.

His gaze moved to her breasts, watching them rise and fall, her tight little engorged nipples trying to poke through the cloth. “It’s too early to get up,” she breathed sleepily.

“If you don’t we’re getting in that bed with you, darlin’,” he assured her.

If they got in that bed with her, he doubted they’d get out of it for a very long time.

“’Kay.” Her lips curled with a hint of feminine satisfaction as Sebastian pulled himself from the floor to stare down at her.

Shane toed the casual leather slippers from his feet. He didn’t dare undress. Damn, he wanted to feel her naked skin against his own. But, the loss of self-control would be instantaneous.

“Alyssa darlin’,” he drawled, stretching out beside her, wanting her so bad he could barely stand it. “What were you doing last night after we left?”

Sebastian eased into place on the other side of her.

A frown flitted across her brow. “Was I s’posed to do somethin’?” A little stretch and shift had his breath catch and raging hunger building.

“Perhaps there was something you shouldn’t have been doing,” he suggested, watching as Sebastian lifted the hem of her shirt just enough to lower his head and brush his lips over her stomach.

Bastard. He had even less self-control evidently.

“Hmm, feels good,” she mumbled, lifting closer to his touch.

“Answer, siren.” Shane wasn’t about to let her off the hook this easily. “What did you do that you shouldn’t have?”

“Shh,” she urged him. “Not yet.”

She stretched again, arching against Sebastian’s lips as they continued to brush over the silken flesh of her stomach.

“I could make him stop until you answer me,” he suggested gently. “Want me to do that, baby?”

A little pout pulled at her lips.

“Alyssa,” he added a warning note to his voice.

“They didn’t fit anyway,” she muttered. “Told you they wouldn’t.”

Sebastian’s head jerked up, his expression tightening, turning savage with need. Shane felt his own control beginning to slip. The bruise was forgotten for the moment in light of that little statement.

“Say that again,” Sebastian groaned. “One more time.”

A breathy little sigh left her lips. She peeked up at Shane with a little glare as a flush washed from her breasts to her hairline.

“I said they didn’t fit. You were playing a prank on me.” Ire sparkled in her eyes. “And you woke me, Shane. That was a really nice dream I was having.”

He couldn’t breathe. The thought of her stretched out in the bed, trying to use the intimate toys, as she thought of them, had every cell in his body burning to take her.

“It wasn’t a prank,” he told her, his voice rough.

“You’re lying to me.” The accusation held no doubt whatsoever.

“God help me.” He drew in a hard breath. “No, no joke. Actually, I bought smaller than our own. I had no idea…” He cleared his throat. “I knew you were innocent; I didn’t know you were a virgin.”

They bought smaller than their own?

Alyssa licked her lips nervously. “Smaller?”

“Sorry, baby.” He wanted to grin, but he was too busy trying to breathe.

“Well then, that’s too bad.” The disappointment in her gaze was sincere. “They wouldn’t fit. There’s no way.…” A moan slipped past her lips as Sebastian lifted her top over her hardened nipples.

“Take the shirt off,” Shane demanded, the sight of those little nipples destroying him with the need to taste them.

“There’s no way you’ll fit,” she protested breathlessly, though she took the top off.

Swollen, firm, the satin flesh of her breasts was so damned pretty, those tight nipples making his mouth water to suck them. Just for a minute.

He needed to touch her, needed to taste her.

Sebastian wasn’t waiting. His head lowered, his lips claiming an engorged peak. Shane gave up. The battle was lost and his hunger for her took over.

“Oh my—” Alyssa lost her breath.

She lost her mind.

Before she could curl her fingers into their hair they each caught a wrist and secured it above her head, never once easing the incredible sensations surrounding her nipples and intoxicating her senses.

Nothing should feel this good.

Nothing should be this destructive to a woman’s senses, to her ability to think.

The sensitive tips were surrounded by such intense pleasure she had no idea how to handle it. Sensation upon sensation whipped through her, heat building beneath her skin and racing to the more tender flesh between her thighs.

As she arched to them, incredible pleasure tearing through her with fierce crashing waves had her crying out, though whether in protest or in a plea for more she wasn’t certain.

“Oh God. What are you doing to me?” She arched again, the feel of their teeth raking the sensitive tips; then their mouths suckling her once again, firmer, more heatedly, held her spellbound by the storm rising through her. Their tongues licked, lashed at the tips, as their fingers stroked over her stomach, her spread thighs.

She hadn’t expected this. The slashing arcs of electric heat were dizzying. They whipped through her in maddening waves of demand that she had no idea how to ease.

It was too much.

The whipping storm of pleasure and gathering tension would destroy her … change her.

Struggling against the sensations, Alyssa tried to dampen them. She tried to protest, to beg one of them to stop, to ease. The tightening of the heat in her belly was stealing her breath, the sensations centering there, burning outward.

A male groan of incredible pleasure vibrated at her nipple as broad calloused fingers slipped beneath the band of her panties.

Alyssa parted her thighs farther, her hips arching. Yes, she needed this, needed touch there where the painful pleasure was gathering in a spiraling storm.

Then it was there. A hard male palm rasped over the swollen bud of her clit—

“No.… No.…” The whipping storm gathered, tightened. Then shattered.

Sensation spiraled outward, exploded with such force it stole her breath and drew her body tight. It encompassed the clenched inner flesh of her vagina, to her torturously swollen clit, and every sense was held suspended by the ecstatic force.

She was lost. There was no escaping the lashing inferno of exploding sensation. It pulsed through her, each surge blending, burning, and throwing her higher into a realm of pure ecstasy.

There was no stopping it.

There was no controlling it.

There was only the whipping, terrified flight she had no idea how to control or ease.

There was a certainty, though, that somehow she had lost part of herself.

* * *

She was going to kill them and Sebastian knew it.

Sitting on top of the wood picnic table his aunt Landra was so fond of, he stared at the beach below. The lazy roll of the waves, the sun worshipers as they took up nearly every available space along the beach.

Alyssa was a bit uncomfortable among the crowd, he’d noticed. She went out when the sand wasn’t as crowded and came in as it began to fill. She would enjoy the private beach he and Shane preferred that the De Loren property bordered. She could lie beneath the heat of the sun without the bikini she wore, brief though it was. The rays of the sun could kiss all her flesh, giving it that lovely lightly golden hue that made her appear a sun goddess.

Their siren. And she was killing them. She would kill them. It couldn’t be healthy sporting a hard-on that never seemed to soften. To be so fascinated by a woman, a virgin. An instinct no man should feel warned them that she wasn’t quite ready for their possession.

He’d never felt something so sure and so powerful before rise up inside him. Sebastian looked at his cousin and saw the confusion and wonder on his face that he was sure was stamped on his. Alyssa was indeed a siren. Beautiful. Magical. She was stealing their hearts. If they weren’t very careful, she’d mark their souls as well.

The door opened behind him and he swore the scent of her wrapped around him. Feminine, so soft and sweet, as intoxicating as the most potent wine.

“’Bastian?” She said his name softly, uncertainly.

Turning to her, Sebastian couldn’t help reaching out his hand and, when she took it, drawing her to him. Pulling her to sit between his spread thighs, he propped his chin at her shoulder, his gaze returning to the beach.

“I’m sorry.” The regret in her voice should never be there, he decided.

“If you’re sorry for climbing on these damned tables and nearly falling, then I think I should tell you, the next time it happens, I’m paddling your ass,” he informed her. “If you’re talking about the moments you allowed us to give you such pleasure, then I will definitely paddle your ass. Never apologize for that, Alyssa.”

She swallowed tightly.

“Well, I was perfectly safe—”

“Should I give you that paddling now?” he asked.

“Well, perhaps we should wait awhile on that,” she sighed. “I have a feeling it would be far too enjoyable, and I’m not certain I’m ready for that quite yet.”

“Then perhaps you had better keep your feet off tables; otherwise, I promise you, you will refrain from climbing once I’ve finished explaining the hazards of it,” he grunted.

Turning just enough to give him a little moue of mock retribution, she smiled a moment later.

“So fierce.” She wrinkled her nose enchantingly. “I’ll give your warning due consideration should I ever want to clean the windows again.”

He was definitely going to end up spanking her. But not today. He simply didn’t have the self-control.

“I’d give it more than consideration if I were you,” he pointed out. “Now, did Shane mention dinner while he was giving you his own warning about the windows?”

“His bribe, you mean?” She laughed.

“His bribe?” He had obviously lost his mind.

“If I promised to never climb again then he’d give me his share of his ranch in Texas.” She laughed at the thought. “What the hell would I do with a share in it? I told him; when he could give the whole thing I’d think about it.”

Oh hell, there went his own share in the damned place.

“Siren,” he murmured, shaking his head. “What are we going to do with you?”

Turning back, she leaned into his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Just hold me, Sebastian,” she whispered, and he swore he heard a note of sadness in her voice. “Right here, right now, just hold me.”

Holding her was easy; he had a feeling letting her go was going to be rather more difficult.