Theirs to Claim (Claiming Series Book 2) Read online

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Disclaimer

  Theirs to Claim

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  Books by Lillian Cole

  His to Claim

  She can run but she can't hide.

  It was only supposed to be one night of passion. A fantasy brought to life. But their desire for her was too much to contain, burning so hot it nearly consumed them all.

  Then the unthinkable happened, putting her directly in their path once more.

  Only this time, they refuse to let her go.

  WARNING:

  This is an over-the-top, ménage à trois love story (MFF) that is full of filthy, kinky fuckery.

  If you’re not into that kind of shit, you might want to stop reading now.

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  1

  Jayla

  This just might be the craziest thing I’ve ever done. My finger twitches over the mouse, the cursor hovering with finality as it inches toward the send button.

  Fuck it.

  I click send and let go of a deep breath. I’ve never been one to shy away from anything before. There’s no way in hell I’m backing out now.

  Not after all of the dirty things he promised.

  I want to watch.

  You and her.

  Licking.

  Sucking.

  Fucking.

  Rubbing your slick pussies together until you’re both frantic and wild with desire.

  My pussy still clenches just reading those promising words.

  One night.

  That’s all they want.

  Which is perfect because one-night stands are my thing. Love and leave ’em. That’s all I have time for. I don’t do relationships. I’m too busy building my career.

  Besides, one night is safe.

  There’s no risk in getting hurt if you leave nothing behind except your scent on their pillow.

  The response is nearly instant, providing me with the address and time to meet.

  The Loft

  10 p.m.

  Don’t be late.

  This is one reason I’m glad it’s his wife I’ll be fucking and not him, because I refuse to be topped.

  Been there.

  Done that.

  No fucking thank you.

  I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love cock.

  A lot.

  But I like to be in charge and men like this one don’t take too kindly to that. I can already tell what kind of man he is.

  Alpha.

  Dominant.

  Bossy as hell.

  But you have to be a member. I reply.

  Members are allowed to bring guests.

  I can’t stop the smile from morphing on my face as I fire back my response.

  See you at ten.

  I’ve been dying to go to this club for months. Now my wish is finally coming true.

  It’s already seven fifteen. I have just enough time to run home, freshen up, change, and make it to the club before ten.

  I gather up my stuff and head out but not before telling my partner, Levi, goodnight.

  “You get those figures over to Simon?” he asks when I stop inside of his office door.

  He doesn’t even look up from his computer, focused on business.

  Always business.

  Levi and I met right after college. He was hungry for money. I was hungry for success. Together, we were unstoppable. We used some of his daddy’s oil money to start up this investment firm and now we can hardly keep up. We were able to pay back everything we borrowed within the first two years and now we’re turning a profit hand over fist.

  “Hours ago.”

  “And what’d he say?”

  “What do they all say?” I ask with a wicked smile.

  “They all tell you yes.”

  “And that’s exactly why you should pay me more.” My paychecks are insane but I love messing with him anyway.

  “Fifty-fifty, right?”

  “Give or take.”

  “Don’t forget about your new hire coming in on Monday,” he reminds me.

  Shit.

  I forgot about that.

  “Female this time.” He smirks. “No more swinging dicks for you, missy.”

  “Fuck off,” I say, flipping him the bird before heading out the door.

  His deep chuckle follows me down the hall. “Have a good weekend.”

  Okay, so my last three assistants didn’t work out. Probably because their cocks have all been worthy of some kind of Tumblr award. But I digress...you cannot mix business with pleasure.

  Period.

  I should know that by now. It’s been the demise of every last one of my assistants. It wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t get attached and clingy.

  I’ve gone through three since we started this company five years ago. But who has time for a relationship outside of the office when you’re a workaholic like me?

  That’s why I joined the dating website S&F (Seek and Find). It matches your needs with that of others looking for the same type of relationship you are. From male seeking female to male seeking male to four mountain men seeking a tight young virgin to sink their cocks and fists into.

  You know, if you’re into that sort of thing.

  That’s why S&F is so reputable. They’re not only good at matching based upon whether you are on the hunt for something kinky and fun, a long term relationship, or one night of passion, but they are also strict on their rules.

  S&F will help you achieve it. Whatever your desire may be.

  Listen to me, I sound like a walking, talking billboard right now. Well, I would know. This is not my first hookup. Even though it is my first threesome. I’m typically more of a one-on-one kind of girl. Kinda selfish that way. And I don’t really care if it’s male or female as long as there is only one person in charge at all times and that’s me. But I need something different. Something outside of my comfort zone.

  Once I get home, I pour myself a glass of wine and sip as I browse my closet for something to wear. I remember the hot little red dress I bought a couple of years back when Kaylee and I went on a little shopping spree for her trip to Fiji. I curse the bastard for stealing my best friend but I cou
ldn’t be happier for her. She’s wanted him for as long as I can remember and she deserves all the happiness in the world.

  I take a quick shower and reapply my makeup, making sure to lotion up with my favorite flavor. Then I put on the dress, sans underwear and bra, and slip into a pair of strappy black stilettos.

  That’ll do, I think to myself as I twist side to side, looking in the mirror. I snag my clutch and make my way out the door and on to a night I hope I won’t soon forget.

  2

  Nash

  “Don’t be nervous,” I tell my wife as we wait for our guest to arrive.

  “I’m not.”

  I give her a raised brow.

  “Okay, fine. I’m nervous. But only because I want her to like me. What if she doesn’t like me?” she asks, fidgeting her hands in her lap.

  I lean in and plant a kiss on her neck. “She’ll love you. Besides, I don’t want her to fall in love with you, I just want her to love your cunt,” I say, dipping my hand beneath the table to make sure she’s still good and wet.

  My fingers brush through her silken lips as she moans. “That’s my sweet girl. Always wet and ready.”

  A flush creeps along her neck and cheeks. “I want to please you.”

  “You always please me, my beauty.”

  I know Julie has wanted this for a long time. It’s always been a fantasy of hers, but I needed to make sure we were solid before I ever allowed something like this to happen. You can’t just bring someone into a relationship, even if you both agree it’s strictly physical, and not expect some emotion to get involved. Especially with my wife. She’s not built like me. She wears her emotion like a transparent coat. You can see it in her eyes, in her smile, in the pink staining her cheeks.

  And you can certainly hear it in the gasp of her breath.

  “Please tell me that’s her?” Julie whispers, bringing my attention to the woman standing just beyond the VIP area where we’re sitting. She’s dressed to kill in what can only be described as the tightest red dress I’ve ever seen.

  Cut deep.

  No bra.

  Hard nipples.

  No panty line.

  Bare underneath.

  This woman came to play.

  Her eyes scan the bar slowly, making their way across the crowd before finally landing on us, and the sexy smile that spreads those hot red lips hits me square in the gut. Unlike my wife, I don’t wear my emotion on my sleeve, and when I do express emotion, it’s reserved strictly for her. But it’s hard not to be affected by the woman heading our way. Her profile picture does not do her justice whatsoever. She’s far more beautiful in person.

  Absolutely stunning.

  Long, dark hair. Big expressive eyes. She’s all legs and curves and the way she walks and carries herself...you know she’s a confident woman.

  A strong woman.

  A woman who bows down to no one.

  I laugh to myself. That’s why she’s perfect for this, because there’s no way in hell I would ever allow my wife to submit to another man, but a woman like this, I can handle that.

  I stand up and offer her my hand. “Jayla, I presume.”

  “At your service,” she sasses with a wink, never breaking eye contact. Definitely not a submissive but damn I’d love to see her break for me.

  Where the hell did that come from?

  She’s not for you. She’s for Julie, remember?

  “Nash Hawkins. This is my wife, Julie.” Julie stands up but instead of shaking her hand she leans in for a hug. Jayla holds open her arms and when the two women embrace, even for the briefest of moments, my cock begins to stir.

  Thoughts of their naked bodies writhing and slick with sweat filter though my head.

  “You’re every bit the dream I hoped you’d be,” Jayla tells Julie as she takes the seat across from us. My wife tucks back in next to me as the waiter approaches.

  “What’s your poison?” I ask.

  “Glass of red, please.”

  The waiter nods and turns to walk away. She places her small clutch on the table and glances around, curiosity and heat flaring in her eyes. The downstairs is mild compared to upstairs, but she’ll find out all about that soon enough.

  “So how long have you guys been members here?” she asks.

  “What’s it been, babe, about four years now?” I ask Julie, grazing my fingertips across her smooth shoulders.

  “I think so.” Julie answers with a shiver, pressing her thighs together.

  Jayla’s eyes shift to the movement of my fingers before returning her gaze to mine, a flash of jealousy sparking in her hazel eyes. The waiter returns with her drink and she slowly takes a sip before she speaks once more.

  “So, what do you say we get down to it?”

  I smile at her boldness. Admire it even. But if she thinks she’s going to taste what’s mine so easily she’s got another thing coming. She looks like a woman who’s used to getting what she wants and getting it when she wants it.

  Not today, sweetheart.

  I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes. “Greedy little kitty, aren’t you?”

  “More like a starving lioness.”

  Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have this lioness at my feet, bringing her to heel next to my sweet little kitten. She doesn’t appear to have a submissive bone in her body, but I’d be willing to bet deep down she wishes she did.

  “Ground rules first,” I say, watching her shoulders tense.

  She does her best not to let it show but I can smell her fear all the way over here. She doesn’t like not being in charge any more than I do.

  Taking a sip of her wine, she leans forward. “I’m listening.”

  “Like we discussed in our messages, it will only be the two of you. I only want to watch. I will not participate sexually in any way.”

  “I’m completely fine with that.”

  I can’t deny the disappointment that comes with her easy reply.

  “But I’m in charge. You do what I say, when I say it, and we both get what we want.”

  “And if I can’t agree to that?”

  “Then you get a free drink and I find someone else who will.”

  She moves to stand up, abandoning her drink on the table and reaching for her clutch. “Nice to meet you two, good luck.”

  Julie looks at me frantically, silently pleading for me to do something.

  “Before you go, perhaps you’d like to see what’s on the menu?”

  She stops in her tracks, spinning slowly to face us. Keeping my eyes trained firmly on Jayla, I lean down to whisper in Julie’s ear. “Spread your legs wide for our guest, sweetheart. Show her that sweet little cunt.”

  3

  Jayla

  He’s good.

  Too good.

  He knew the moment he told his perfect submissive wife to spread her creamy thighs for me, I wouldn’t be able to walk away. Her pink pussy is glistening, and I crave to know how hot it will feel against my tongue. How delicious her flesh tastes. When we hugged earlier, she smelled amazing.

  Like lilac and sin.

  My mouth waters as I take a step forward. Nash’s left hand moves between her legs, his deft fingers sliding back and forth, spreading around her juices.

  Fuck she’s so wet.

  “You want what’s mine? You play by my rules.”

  “I kneel for no one.”

  “I won’t make you kneel.” My eyes flash to his. “Unless you want me to.”

  His fingers dip lower as he pushes one, then two inside of Julie’s welcoming hole. She moans louder, spreading her legs wider, eyelids fluttering as he fingers her.

  “Come closer,” he says, his voice deep and husky.

  My feet have a brain of their own, following his command. When I’m standing in front of them, Nash lifts his fingers to my mouth, and I don’t hesitate. I grab ahold of his wrist and bring his slick fingers into my mouth one by one, her unique taste exploding on my tongue. His nostrils flare, our eyes locking for a silent
moment before pulling his hand away.

  “Do we have a deal?” he asks.

  That same hand goes right back down to her pussy, rubbing back and forth. I’m so goddamn jealous of those fingers I can hardly see straight.

  My mouth moves before my brain ever gives permission. “Deal.”

  “Then let’s take this somewhere a little more comfortable,” he suggests.

  Nash leads us to the private area of the Loft, making sure to keep Julie next to him while I follow behind. He’s possessive of her. Which makes me wonder how he’ll ever be able to sit and watch, because I know if she were mine, I wouldn’t share her with anyone.

  All of my senses are in overload as we reach the top of the landing. The sounds of skin slapping skin, slurping, gagging, and squelching flesh leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.

  There’s a blonde to my right who has a dick in every hole. Being completely owned by three huge men. And when I say huge I mean it’s a wonder this chick is still whole because they have stretched her beyond belief, but you can tell by the satisfied look on her face that she loves it. Being degraded like that. So completely used. I long to let myself go like that but I can’t seem to relinquish that kind of control.

  I find it hard to tear my eyes away from them as we make it to the next room and a gasp tumbles from my lips when I see a naked woman tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross. Her Dom wields a riding crop, using it to paint her skin a delicious color of red. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy.

  Complete and total surrender.

  Secretly, I’ve always longed to give myself so freely to another, but after my relationship with Devin, I promised myself I would never relinquish that kind of trust to anyone.

  Nash eyes me curiously over his shoulder, gauging my reaction. I straighten my shoulders and lift my chin, hoping to appear unaffected by it, but I can tell by his narrow gaze that he’s not fooled.

  We enter the room at the end of the hall, Nash closing and locking the door behind us. The room is bare with the exception of a bed located in the center, a black satin sheet covering the mattress with a few pillows. There’s an oversized chair tucked away in the corner. The lighting is subtle, dim.

  Sexy.