by Viola Rivard
That was impossible now, because despite what Asch believed, Caim understood the desire to take a mate. He had for a long time.
Caim could remember the very moment that he had first felt it. It was four years ago, the summer after they had formed their pack. He had awoken at twilight to find that there was absolutely nothing to do. The war was behind them and their territory was secure. Asch had already mediated any grievances the pack members had amongst each other. The females had already taken care of the hunt. And so, for the first time in his life, Caim had been at a loss as to what to do with himself.
As they often did, his thoughts had drifted to his father. Much like Caim, his father had also been a great alpha. His territories were vast and rarely contested. His pack was orderly and the females provided for him in all things. But he had never seemed bored.
The more Caim had thought about it, the more he had realized that what his father had spent most of his time doing was raising his pups. His father had eleven male and six female pups. He had divided his time between them equally, with the exception of Caim, whom he had always favored.
The idea of having pups of his own had intrigued Caim. He had wondered how many pups he would have. Would they look like him? What sorts of things would they do? Would he be a good father?
The questions had kept him up well past dawn. The thoughts had been so consuming that he had hardly noticed when Sable had brushed up against him, trying to entice him into rutting. He had taken her, but it had been nothing more than a release. The act had felt shallow and pointless.
Sable would never give him a son. Neither would Lotus, or Rose, or Kallie, or any of the females of his pack. For that, he would need a human mate.
It had been a prospect so unappealing that he had managed to compartmentalize the fleeting desire for fatherhood, burying it in the far corner of his mind where it could not trouble him. It had worked well, and after four years, he had almost completely forgotten about it.
But now the human was here and she was so much more than he had thought she would be…
Caim rose from the floor and shook his head. He was done thinking in circles about the human. He would go to her and, one way or another, he would have her again.
It was as simple as that.
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For all the confidence he’d had when Asch had lain Mila down on the bed, his control was rapidly disintegrating.
He had worked slowly down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of tender flesh that had been teased pink. He had stopped to linger at her breasts just long enough to make her pant, and then continued downwards.
Her dress was a thing of the past, and she lay splayed out on the bed like a pagan offering. She had tried many times to touch him, to caress him, to dig her fingers into his hair. He had rebuffed all of her advances and now her hands clenched and unclenched at her side as she strained beneath him.
The delectable scent of her arousal was driving him crazy and he couldn’t allow her to touch him. The man in him wanted to savor his first coupling with his mate. The wolf in him wanted to flip her over and mindlessly fuck her like the beast that he was.
That creature was straining at its chains.
Asch settled between her thighs, pressing a kiss over her pelvic bone. She bucked her hips against him, letting out a sexy whimper. He gave her a hard flick on the side of her ass.
“Ow!”
“Stay still.”
Mila propped herself up on her elbows to glare at him. She said something to him, but whatever it was it didn’t register with his brain.
She was magnificent.
Her hair was a beautiful disarray of dark-brown wisps, sticking out in every direction. Her dampened ivory skin was flushed from the tops of her breasts to her hairline and she breathed in shallow mouthfuls of air through swollen lips.
Asch would have many nights in which he could discover her. He would have years to cherish her body. Decades to take her in every way imaginable. Tonight, he couldn’t wait any longer. She was his mate and he needed to claim her.
His wolf broke its chain.
CHAPTER SIX
Mila had no idea what had come over him, but she wasn’t about to complain. One moment, Asch was between her legs and being completely insufferable. Then, in one fluid movement, he had sat up and hauled her back into his lap, planting her right onto his cock.
Asch gave a harsh groan, while Mila yelped at the abrupt invasion. After his long, drawn-out foreplay Mila had been drenched and ready for him. It didn’t change the fact that her folds were still hypersensitive from earlier. Sore as she was though, once Asch started to move inside of her nothing else mattered.
Asch’s hips were sinful. He rocked into her in deep, upward thrusts, impaling her over and over again. Her hands floundered momentarily, unsure what to hold on to for purchase. His own hands were on her hips, moving her like an instrument for his pleasure. She reached back and threaded her fingers behind his neck. Closing her eyes, she let her head loll back on his shoulder.
As if she had extended an invitation, Asch buried his head in her neck. He raked canines over the sensitive flesh and a strange, animalistic cry tore from her chest. He growled in response, the pace of his thrusts becoming frenzied.
It was not sex. It was so much more. Asch was marking her, not just with his teeth or the thrusts of his hips. She knew this, but she was too overwhelmed by pleasure to let it frighten her.
She gripped the back of his neck as she felt him begin to swell inside of her. The liquid need that had welled in her belly began to rise up her body, making her breasts swell, her throat close, her face burn, and her eyes fly open. She let out a cry as she came, white-hot pleasure searing her nerves.
For an indeterminable amount of time, she floated in a daze. Beads of perspiration clung to her flesh, and she was aware of a cool breeze that brushed up against them. She was aware of Asch’s cedary scent, which mingled with the combined scents of their arousal.
He wasn’t moving inside of her. She had assumed that he had come as well, but a spasm of her inner muscles made her aware of the fact that he was still hard and swollen within her.
With considerable effort, she pulled her head from his shoulder, turning to look at his face. He stared straight ahead, his chiseled features hardened. She followed his gaze to the entrance of her room, and froze.
Caim filled her doorway. Maybe it was just her vantage point from the floor, or the way that his gloriously-muscled chest was puffed out, but he looked even bigger than she had remembered.
Seeing him in the light of day, she realized he was more than just harsh angles and sharp planes. He was a warrior.
Faded scars crisscrossed his legs, torso, and biceps, accentuating his already potent masculinity. Biting her lip, she dared a glance at his face. His hard expression mirrored Asch’s, dark eyes narrowed on the other wolf.
For the second time that day, Mila was caught between two angry alpha males. She wrapped her hands around her chest. Her mouth opened and closed several times as they stared each other down. She desperately wanted to say something, but all she could think was ‘this isn’t what it looks like’, which was probably the most ridiculous thing she could have possibly said considering Asch was still fully inside of her. It wasn’t even that she wanted to excuse her behavior; they were so far beyond that by now. She just wanted to break the oppressive silence in the room.
But as her anxiety began to climb, the tension slowly eased out of Asch’s body. His fingers, which had been vise-gripped to her hips, loosened as he began to caress her in soothing circles.
He murmured in her ear, “Shh, it’s okay.”
Why was he trying to calm her? She was not at all freaking out right now. Nope, she was as cool as a cucumber.
While Asch nuzzled at her neck, Caim cleared the room in three long strides, crouching down on all fours in front of her. Even on his knees, with his back hunched, the alpha still dwarfed her.
Caim reached out, brushing asi
de a lock of her hair. The hard line of his lips twisted in displeasure when he saw her wound. Obsidian eyes captured her own.
“It was not my intention to harm you,” he told her. His hand lowered, fingers brushing against her cheek. “Do not be frightened of me.”
Mila glanced from side to side and then back to Caim. “Frightened?” She croaked. “Who’s frightened? I’m totally fine. With everything. You. Being here, right now.”
The room seemed to close in on Mila as she heard her heartbeat thrash in her ears. Fragmented thoughts splintered across her mind.
Why hadn’t Asch told Caim to go away?
This was a very private moment.
He shouldn’t be here right now.
Wasn’t she still mad at Caim?
She was naked and Asch was inside of her.
Caim really, really shouldn’t be here right now.
Asch gave her a hard nip on the neck. Evenly, he said, “Mila, relax. You’re starting to hyperventilate.”
He was right. She was not a cool at all. She was overwhelmed and intimidated and freaking out.
“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” she told them.
Caim reached down and pulled her arms away from her breasts. She thought she heard his breath hitch when he saw them. He brought his hands up to cup them, squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he did so. His brows knitted together.
“They’re pink,” he breathed.
Mila gaped at him. He was looking at her breasts with such acute fascination, it took her breath away. He rolled the rose-tipped buds between his fingers before lowering his head to press his lips over each crest. He didn’t look to her for approval before closing his mouth over one stiff peak and sucking hard. She moaned, her fingers digging into Asch’s thighs.
As if picking up some unintentional cue from her, Asch began to move inside of her again. His pace was slower than before, but she could feel the muscles beneath her hands straining and she knew that it must have been a huge effort for him to stop thrusting.
Both men pleasuring her as they were, she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t enjoying it. The anxiety she had felt still lurked around the edges, making her nerves tingle. It only heightened the experience for her though, reminding her that what she was doing was so wrong, even as it felt so good.
Bracing her hands on Caim’s shoulders, she arched into both males, flexing her hips against Asch while thrusting her chest into Caim. Asch increased his pace, his breaths becoming ragged. Caim continued to ravish her breasts, his hungry mouth moving to her other nipple. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as his tongue flicked out to draw circles along the dusky flesh of her areola.
The air was thick with the smell of heated, male flesh. She could smell earth and rain, pine and cedar. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to become fully immersed in the two alphas.
Her world spiraled into a haze of sensations. Asch’s thick length penetrating her. Caim worshipping her breasts. It was all too much.
Her orgasm rocked her to the core and a scream tore from her chest. Asch snarled and bit down hard on her neck as he came with her. She could feel his rigid flesh pulsing as he poured himself deep within her.
No sooner did Asch’s mouth leave her neck, Caim was pulling her from the other alpha’s lap. She caught a glimpse of his dark, feral eyes before he was turning her around. To her surprise, Asch helped him. Still breathing hard, he put his hands under her arms, encouraging her to wrap her arms around his neck.
She understood what they were doing and knew that it was necessary. They all needed this.
No longer afraid, she buried her head in the crook of Asch’s neck while Caim lifted her hips, shifting her so that she was on her knees, her backside fully exposed to him. Asch stroked her hair as Caim positioned himself behind her. She felt the blunt tip of him bearing into her tender, outer folds.
She prepared herself for the inevitable pain of his entrance. By his own admission and her very vivid recollection, Caim was extremely large, and he had all the finesse of a battering ram.
The pain was minimal though. Caim carefully inched into her silken passage, hissing as he came fully inside of her. He rocked into her, his movements slow and deep.
She had never imagined it could be like this. They were her alphas, both of them, and they shared her so perfectly.
Caim’s pace quickened as he began to swell within her. She could feel the tension in him as he prepared for his release, and she urged him on, clenching her inner muscles in a way that made him growl.
She had been too sore to come again, but she felt a profound satisfaction when she felt him shudder, his hot seed jetting inside of her.
Without the sounds of pleasure or skin smacking together, all that was left to fill the room was their heavy breaths. They stayed still for a moment, panting, before Caim pulled out of her with a groan.
Asch eased her down onto the bed. Suddenly anxious again, she looked up at him, searching his handsome face. Eyes soft, he leaned down to place a reassuring kiss on her forehead. She went boneless with relief, melting back into the soft mattress.
Caim settled in to lie on her left side, throwing one of his hard legs over the lower half of her body in a possessive gesture. Asch pulled a blanket over her and then wrapped his arm around her middle. He buried his nose in her hair and let out a deep sigh.
Neither male said a word, and by the time her mind had stopped reeling they had both fallen asleep. Mila envied that they could fall asleep so easily, and decided it must be a wolf thing.
She could hardly believe that an hour ago she had wanted to run. Some women searched their whole lives for a white knight or a dark prince, while Mila now had both.
Maybe that was romantic of her. They weren’t without their flaws, but neither was she. Mila was impulsive, indecisive, and commitment-phobic, but as she looked between both of the splendid males beside her, she realized that maybe that was exactly the kind of mate they needed.
CLAIMED: PART THREE
Asch and Caim may have agreed to share, but neither of them seems to be able to play nice. Between Asch’s sudden possessiveness and Caim’s ever-growing list of obnoxious stipulations to their arrangement, Mila is at her wit’s end. With the mating thrall just days away and neither alpha making any concessions, it falls on her to find out what both males really want, and how to give it to them.
Coming 3/17/14
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