Instead, it was the knowledge that if Kat tried it, she’d have an ulterior motive. That excited him, the feeling of battle, the fact that Kat stood toe-to-toe with him. She wasn’t some delicate submissive who did as she was told—no, Kat needed a man who would stand up to her, who could prove he could handle her.
And Bradley sure as hell wanted that job.
Dean moved behind Kat, reaching for his slacks to unbutton them. He scooted away just long enough to slide them off, to remove his boxers, then reach into his pocket. He opened a condom and put it on, the motion quick and practiced as if he couldn’t stand the idea of waiting another moment before sinking into Kat’s heat.
Which Bradley understood. Something about Kat’s passion, her defiance and her strength could turn any man impatient.
She made a filthy sound around Bradley’s cock when Dean returned, when he shifted Kat so she was on her knees then plunged into her cunt with a rough thrust. She caught herself by setting her hands on Bradley’s hips, and why exactly did that excite him even more?
He’d never minded watching others, but he’d never been all that interested in it, either. At Sanctuary, he’d been the type to either participate or ignore most things—watching hadn’t seemed worth it. So why was it that the sight of Kat being fucked by Dean turned Bradley on so much?
It should have been the opposite, shouldn’t it? He should have some possessive anger at it, should want to punch the other man for enjoying Kat’s pussy, should feel like growling outminewhile knocking him away.
Yet, none of those feelings sprang up inside Bradley. If anything, he wanted to see more. He wanted to watch Kat come undone on Dean’s cock, wanted to see Kat cry out as the other man fucked her, as he took her in every way imaginable.
It confused Bradley, but he shoved that worry aside. What did it matter right then?
He slid his fingers in Kat’s hair and used the grip to control her movements, to force her to take as much of his cock as he wanted. Stealing even that little amount of control from her pleased him, made his cock twitch like some warning about him not lasting long.
But then again, who could blame him? Kat was plenty talented with her mouth, and she’d managed to wind him up with her little games as well. How could life be this much fun with this woman?
He pressed her in, rewarded when she gagged slightly, when wetness tracked down her cheek. She’d always had such pretty tears, the sort that made her eyes shine impossibly brighter.
Guess she takes all my control away, too.
He would have rather sat while she pleasured him, but the power he felt standing over her was worth the discomfort. There was something great about looking down at her, about seeing how small she looked trapped between them. It soothed that primal part of him that still wanted to take over his mate, wanted to own her, a holdover from back before humans thought themselves civilized. He felt like one of the animals on his ranch, something driven only by need and instinct.
And Kat was no different. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, her fingers digging into his hips, taking him deeper each time Dean slammed his dick into her and knocked her forward.
Bradley watched it all, not wanting to miss a damned second of it, not wanting to lose any of the moment. He’d learned the hard way that things don’t last as long as he wanted them to, and he’d already lost her once. If she left again, he wanted to at least remember this.
“You sure are close,” Dean said. “You like being used like this, don’t you? You pushed us so we’d do this. Bet you wanted to get held down, get your thighs spread and fucked by all of us, huh?” His voice was rough, like he was near his end. Well, at least the end of round one.
Bradley had a feeling they’d end up indulging a few times before the night ended.
Kat nodded, even with Bradley’s cock in her mouth. It was sexy in a way it shouldn’t have been, and he struggled to hold off just a little longer.
Which was pretty much a losing battle.
He tightened his fingers in her hair until her scalp had to sting and her eyes opened, until they lifted to him.Yes.He liked those eyes on him, liked the way she looked at him as if he were her whole damned world in that moment.
He pulled back and out of her mouth, his grip keeping her from following her despite her trying. “Don’t think so, Brat. You didn’t just want to get fucked—you wanted to come, and you wanted to taste us, right? Good girls get what they want—bad girls get whatever we say.”
She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out in an impossibly adorable way. Hell, he almost considered doing as she wanted before shaking his head to wake himself up.
“Mouth closed,” he ordered.
Kat obeyed, despite that bottom lip still sticking out.
He wrapped the hand not in her hair around his cock and stroked himself. It wasn’t as good as her mouth, but her saliva helped him glide smoothly and the sight of her waiting there, staring at him, was damn sexy. It was funny…he’d never given a damn about women all dressed up.
He couldn’t care less about a sexy dress and well-done makeup. Instead, he likedthis.He wanted to see a girl messy, to see her with tears on her cheeks and a flush to her skin. He wanted smudged lipstick and running mascara—the signs of a woman lost to pleasure.
Dean didn’t stop or slow, fucking her hard, as if he couldn’t help it. Each time he slammed home, she rocked forward despite the way she held Bradley’s hips, and Bradleylovedit.
It didn’t take long before he felt his own release crashing through him.
“Close your eyes,” he managed to order before coming, before painting her pretty face with his seed.