Through the Veil

by Lacey Thorn

  He didn’t stop her as she moved her mouth over his chest and down his taut stomach, nipping and sucking along the way. Real, so real. She took his cock in her hand and eased down until her mouth hovered just over the glistening crown. Her tongue slid out to lick over the crest like a favored treat and his taste exploded in her mouth, making her crazy for more.

  She wrapped her lips around the mushroom head and sucked greedily, her tongue flicking at the opening, seeking more of his taste. She felt Taggart’s hands wrap in her hair, the caress of his fingers on her scalp. She moved her mouth down along his shaft, letting her teeth scrape his flesh as she took as much of him as she could. Still, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.

  “Reggie,” he moaned, “you’re killing me here.”

  She loved the way he moaned her name, loved the power she felt. This had to be real. He had to be real as did Jamison. Which meant that she had a lot to learn and understand.

  She felt hands at her legs positioning her so that she was up on her knees, her legs on the outside of Taggart’s. Jamison. She groaned around Taggart’s cock. Jamison was working two fingers into her dripping pussy and it felt incredible. She could feel his lips moving over the small of her back until he was nipping at her buttocks. His other hand spread her rear cheeks and she felt his tongue jabbing against her anus. It was wrong and yet felt so amazingly right.

  “Nothing is wrong between mates,” Taggart spoke. “Everything you desire is natural.”

  Her only answer was to moan around his shaft and the vibration seemed to make him very happy as he arched up into her mouth so that his cock butted the back of her throat. At her slight gagging sound he immediately pulled back until his cock popped free of her mouth.

  “I’m sorry, Reggie,” he said. “You make me lose my mind.”

  She couldn’t answer, could only moan again as Jamison continued to work his fingers in and out of her and his tongue kept up the steady jabbing at her anus. She was moving back into his touch, rocking on her knees. She bent her head to nuzzle along the shaft of Taggart’s cock. If this was a dream she never wanted to wake up.

  “No dream,” Taggart said. “When you sleep we will be here beside you. And when you wake up we will still be here. Loving you, caring for you and making sure that you want for nothing.”

  She lifted her head to look at him, wanting to believe and yet still not able to process it all.

  For now just feel, Reggie. It was Jamison’s voice in her head and she truly appreciated this new way of communicating as his mouth stayed busy pleasuring her.

  Husky chuckles filled her head and she smiled.

  Come here. Taggart held his hand out to her and as she moved up his body she felt the loss of Jamison’s mouth and fingers.

  Taggart helped her move up so that her pussy hovered over his groin. He used one hand to hold his shaft steady while the other cradled her hip, helping her lower onto him. The first thing she felt was the press of his cock head as he began to push inside. She closed her eyes as her channel pulsed and clenched around him. Inch by inch he filled her, keeping the pace slow and steady and making her catch her breath until finally she knew she held every inch of his length.

  Her hands were fisted on his abdomen as they both just held still, enjoying the feel of being joined in such an intimate way. This was real. He was real. She had never felt so alive, so vibrant. Her mind flooded with a million thoughts of things she would have to deal with, things she would need to understand and accept. For now she was going to do just as Taggart and Jamison suggested though, just feel.

  Taggart’s hands gripped her hips and helped her as she began to move up and down on his cock. It felt so amazing to have him inside her. Up and down she moved, keeping her pace slow and easy as she rode him. Taggart just held her, allowing her to set the rhythm. His hands went from stroking her hips to gripping them and then back to rubbing them.

  She leaned forward, changing the angle as she let her hands brace on the mattress beside his shoulders. She kept working her hips on him and his hands slipped down to cup the back of her thighs just beneath her buttocks. She found his mouth with hers and the kiss they shared was long, wet and deep. His tongue played erotically against hers in perfect simulation of what was going on with their bodies. Her nipples were hard points of pleasure where they rubbed against the hairy plane of his chest.

  Their breathing changed, coming in pants and gasps as the pace picked up, both of them moving faster as they sought the release of orgasm. Mouths parted and she rose slightly, allowing his mouth to find and suck a turgid nipple. Each pull of his mouth, scrape of his teeth seemed to pull an imaginary string that tugged at her cunt, making it ripple and squeeze his pumping cock. She could feel the rush of orgasm as it began to pull her in.

  It seemed her entire body tightened, every muscle clenching and holding tight as she reached the tip of the pinnacle. Then with a crash that forced a cry from her lips she was falling down the other side, free-falling into a cyclone of sheer pleasure. There was nothing to catch her, no parachute to slow her fall. Instead she tumbled, flinging headfirst into a whirlwind that left her breathless and sensitive to even the softest of touches.

  Taggart had joined her at some point and she could still feel the heat of his release inside her. His strong hands stroked down her back where she lay limp atop him. His touch was gentle, soothing and exactly what she needed as she shuddered her way back. She was just letting her eyes drift open when she felt another hand, another touch. Jamison.

  Can you take more pleasure? His question filled her mind as he touched her ass, running his hands over her curves.

  “Yes,” she answered aloud. She couldn’t—no, wouldn’t—deny him the pleasure that she and Taggart had shared.

  She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees over Taggart and with his help moved to lie on her back beside him. Taggart came to his side beside her and just smiled and watched as Jamison moved between her thighs. Soft and slow but no less consuming. That was Jamison. His rock-hard cock slid deep as he bent to brush his lips over her. His tongue teased and rubbed, moving from the soft skin just behind her ear to lick across her jawline before nibbling down the column of her neck. Then it was a hot trail back up to her ear and nibbling kisses along her lobe before his tongue traced the sensitive shell.

  “Jamison,” she moaned and his husky chuckle brought goose bumps as it washed over her wet skin. Her hands slid beneath his braced arms and moved up his back to grip his shoulders, holding him close.

  Was it possible to feel real emotion this soon? To feel the beginning of love for not one but two men who were more than she’d ever known existed? She had nothing to compare this to. She’d never really known love before.

  Jamison’s mouth moved back to her neck and he sucked at the mark he’d left on her before. His pace quickened so that he rode hard and fast between her thighs, his cock pumping deep into her pussy with every thrust. Her nails buried in his flesh as she held on for the ride and her legs came up to grip the sides of his thrusting hips, opening her wider.

  She was panting, moaning and couldn’t believe that she was climbing another orgasm so soon after the first one. She wouldn’t have thought it possible. Her back arched from the bed, pressing her nipples into his chest as her head dug into the mattress. No sound left her throat this time as she flew the heights of release again but Jamison’s groan of pleasure echoed her feelings.

  She swore she felt the press of something inside her, as if another presence was awakening within her and beginning to stretch. Her wolf? Jamison and Taggart had told her that having gone through a final mating process with them that her wolf would begin to form and grow inside her. They had also said that she would shift as she had witnessed Taggart doing. All exhaustion left her as her mind exploded with questions.

  There were a million things she needed to know and understand before anything else happened. And it didn’t feel like she had a lot of time to get those answers.

  Jamison sl
ipped free of her body and moved toward what she knew was the bathroom. She heard him turn on water and sighed at the thought of feeling it wash over her skin. It seemed like days that she had swam in what they called the bridal pool though she knew it was only hours.

  “The water is running and ready for you,” Taggart whispered, leaning to give her a soft kiss. “Jamison has it all set for you. Take your time. We will talk when you are refreshed.”

  Her legs were shaky as she stood and moved from the bed. It was nice, the way they took care of her. She’d never really had that before. She had always been the caretaker and liked this new feeling. It was definitely something she could get used to.

  Chapter Six

  She stepped back into the bedroom to find both men sitting on the bed, looking refreshed as well.

  “We could hear your questions all the way out here,” Jamison said with a smile.

  “So if you’re ready we’ll do our best to give you the answers that we can,” Taggart added.

  Both men were still naked and she noticed how comfortable they were as if it was a natural thing for them.

  “What is more natural than your skin?” Taggart murmured.

  “I guess I’m just not used to it,” Reggie said as she moved to settle on the bed and to pull one of the covers up to tuck under her arms.

  Jamison nodded and moved to grab his pants and toss Taggart his. Taggart groused a bit but he put them on before moving back to the bed and settling in next to her. Jamison took her other side, putting her firmly between them.

  “I figured it would be best if we spoke aloud for now as you have voiced that you’re not so comfortable with our way of communicating,” Jamison said. “And Taggart has agreed.”

  Taggart nodded.

  “I thought we would start by telling you of what we know of the history of White Valley,” Jamison said, looking at her and only continuing when she nodded. “The valley has always existed as far as we know. It has been a home and shelter to our kind as well as the fae that reside here.”

  “Fae?” she questioned. “As in faeries?”

  “I don’t believe that they are as you are picturing in your mind,” Taggart said. “I’m not sure what this Tinker Bell is but she is not as the fae.”

  Reggie blushed and laughed. So Tink was what she thought of when talking about faeries.

  “They are small, yes, but not tiny enough to fly around you,” Taggart continued. “And the fae are the ones to control the magic that keeps our valley hidden and secure from strangers or anyone who would do us harm.”

  “The Lady Serena is the queen of the faeries and she is the one who has managed to open our border to a chosen few who may cross over,” Jamison said.

  “Like me?” Reggie asked.

  “Like you,” he agreed. “I’m not sure how she does this or how she picks but we were told that the queen was issuing a call and that you would be arriving.”

  “A song,” Reggie said. “I heard the most beautiful song and followed it here. I felt as if I would be safe if I could just find where the song was coming from.”

  “And you will,” Taggart stated. “No harm shall befall you now that we are together.”

  She nodded. “What exactly does that mean? That we are mated?”

  “It means that we will love and protect you for the rest of our lives,” Jamison vowed. “Only death can separate us. But even then the bond we share is unbroken.”

  “So no divorce, huh?” she jokingly said.

  “What is divorce?” Taggart asked.

  “It is when a man and woman decide that they shouldn’t be together and separate.” She did her best to explain.

  “There is no separation here,” Taggart said. “When you are blessed by the goddess with a mate you do not question. Already I know that if needed I would die for you. You are a woman to be treasured and cherished. There is no questioning, only embracing.”

  “Are women so easily discarded where you come from?” Jamison asked softly.

  “My father left my mother when I was but a child,” Reggie admitted. “It is not uncommon for a woman to rear her children alone.”

  “I am sorry for what you have known,” Jamison stated softly. “No child of ours shall question a father’s love. Nor shall their mother.”

  “What place would allow such treatment?” Taggart asked with anger in his voice. “Do they not understand the treasure they are given? To know a woman’s love, to be given the gift of heart and body and then throw it away? What could possibly make a man do something so callous? What type of man is that?”

  Reggie shook her head. She had often wondered that as well. “Sometimes people change, physically or maybe intellectually, emotionally, and it just doesn’t work anymore.”

  Taggart swiped his hand through the air in anger. “Excuses and nothing more. Change is to be expected. We all grow. The key is to be around to grow together. To watch and share in the journey.”

  Reggie nodded. She agreed with him.

  “So is there a physical bond that we have formed that makes us mates for life?” she asked, wanting to get back on track and relieve some of Taggart’s anger over what occurred on her side of the veil.

  “When we bit you, made love to you, our hormones passed into your bloodstream and began to make changes within your body,” Jamison said.

  “How is that possible since I am not from here?” Reggie asked. “How can you know that I am compatible and able to accept your hormone?”

  “Long ago there were shifters who decided that they wanted more from life than what our valley offered,” Taggart said. “The story says that they crossed the veil, knowing that they would be unable to return and embraced the life of those they lived among. The wolf spirit was repressed until finally it was forgotten and called forth no more.”

  “So how is it possible for me?” she asked.

  “Women do not make the hormone on their own,” Jamison said. “Even those few who still are born within the valley do not change until they are mated and their mates’ hormones are introduced to their systems.”

  “Okay.” Reggie did her best to process all of this. She was mated to two men who were werewolves and lived in a valley hidden from those on the other side of the veil. They had always existed and many of the people from her side were descendents. It was a lot to digest. “So how does the queen know who to call and who not to call?”

  “That is a question that only she can answer,” Taggart replied. “Perhaps someday you will see her and be able to ask her yourself.”

  “You don’t see her?” Reggie asked.

  “The fae keep mainly to themselves,” Jamison answered. “Our races do not mix much.”

  “So no fae-werewolf matings?” she asked with a laugh.

  “It’s forbidden?” Taggart said.

  “Why?”

  “It just is,” Jamison said. “We have never questioned the why of it.”

  “So how exactly is this going to work?” she asked and she could feel her heartbeat accelerating. “How will I shift, so to speak?”

  “There is nothing to fear,” Jamison said, reaching to take her hand in his.

  Taggart did the same with her other hand. “We will be here every step of the way. It is a natural process. The body takes over and you’re just along for the ride.”

  “Does it hurt?” she asked softly.

  “There is some discomfort as your body shifts, as bone structure changes,” Jamison answered. “But it is not pain as you are thinking of pain.”

  “Okay,” she said. She was still as scared as hell of what was going to happen. “How long do I have?”

  “Each person is different,” Taggart said. “With the final mating the change begins. Already you should be able to feel the spirit of your wolf growing inside.”

  Reggie nodded. She did feel it and was a little terrified of it.

  “There is nothing to fear,” Jamison did his best to assure her. “Your wolf is there to guide and protect you as
well. Listen to her voice within. She will be your friend and comrade.”

  “My wolf awaits the arrival of yours,” Taggart said softly. “He calls to you even now. He longs to race with you, to show you his world and all it has to offer. He longs to mate with your wolf and claim her as his, just as I have claimed you as mine.”

  “So we wait here until that happens?” she asked.

  Both men nodded. “The cabins are here for use by mating couples to allow them privacy to aid their mate in her first change and run,” Jamison said.

  “And then what?” Reggie asked.

  “We will take you back to our home and introduce you to everyone,” Taggart said.

  “Where is that?” she asked. “What is your home like? Do you live with family?”

  “No, we have a home of our own,” Jamison replied. “Once we reach our maturity at twenty-three years we are given a gift from our family, a shelter of our own, a home as you call it.”

  “Shelter?” she asked. “Like this cabin?”

  Taggart laughed. “No, our shelter is much more than this mere cabin. It is a place to take our mate and some day to rear our children.”

  “Ummm,” Reggie blushed. His talk of children brought up another question for her. “We didn’t use anything.”

  “Use?” Jamison asked.

  “You feel the need for something more than our bodies?” Taggart asked.

  “No,” she shook her head. “That’s not what I mean. I mean that when we had sex…”

  “Made love,” Taggart corrected her with a fierce look on his face.

  “Made love,” she reworded, “there was nothing between us to keep your seed from me.”

  “Why would we need something to separate us?” Jamison said. “Our seed is required for you to change.”