by Talyn Scott
“I love that little space beneath your lip,” Archer said, his fingertips moving down her throat and brushing just inside the neck of her shirt. “It’s so sexy and soft, just like the rest of you.”
“Kiss it again,” Mason demanded, his hand still palming her sex though taking a decidedly different twist by stroking with firmer fingers. “It gets me hot watching you kiss Kalen.”
Jude knelt next to her, his large hand sliding beneath Kalen’s jaw and cupping the back of her neck. He urged her foreword gently to Archer’s awaiting mouth. Archer resumed kissing her, tickling the space beneath her mouth with the tip of his tongue while Jude and Mason watched on, their breaths becoming as ragged as hers. Talk about going down in flames! Her clitoris tightened, straining to bring her to climax when Mason’s fingers took another swipe across it.
She wiggled against his hand and his erection, unable to escape this burning… “I need.”
“You need?” Jude asked but didn’t give her a chance to answer, instead, bringing his mouth to hers after Archer pulled away. His tongue slid over hers, dueling, conquering. She reached up and gripped the broad expanse of his shoulders, sensing the great strength in his muscles as they strained to hold Jude back from pouncing on her.
Archer brushed more hair from her face, watching in avid fascination as she accepted Jude’s kiss. Meanwhile, disappointedly enough, Mason’s hand left her sex and slowly traveled back up to her stomach, this time going under her shirt. More goosebumps broke out as Archer traded again with Jude, resuming the delicate kissing and nips at her lips. She wanted to feed from them, though not from hunger. She figured it was a way of relaxing her to take them on.
Mason shoved up her shirt at the same time Jude pulled down the blanket. Someone’s breath blew a sweltering breeze across her already puckered nipples. Mason or Jude? She didn’t know who, but something in the back of her mind said it didn’t matter. It told her the four were one. That hands were hands, and she shouldn’t distinguish between the sets when they came together as a whole.
Mason’s fingertips brushed the underside of her right breast before lifting it in an offering to Jude. “Can he taste you here, Kalen?”
Archer pulled away from her mouth, glanced down at her breasts and groaned, then met her eyes again. “Answer so we know you’re okay with this.”
“We’re not pushing, my lass, just say when to stop and we will stop.”
Mason’s hands squeezed gently but firmly around her aching breast, causing it to swell all the more. Even if she didn’t make love with all of them, Kalen needed relief from this roaring fire. Mason’s hand went back to her sex, this time sliding inside her panties, but he kept it still while waiting for her to answer Jude and Archer.
“Kiss me again, Jude.”
“Where?” he asked, trailing his thumb over the sensitive skin beneath her nipple, puckering it. “I need you to be specific.”
She gasped when Mason suddenly parted the swollen lips of her pussy with two fingers, and teased her opening with his thick middle finger. Kalen tried to push down so it would thrust inside, but he pulled back swiftly.
“He said,” Mason whispered against her ear, “be specific.”
Then Jude trailed his thumb atop her nipple, stoking the current whirling between her legs. She moved her hand from Jude’s shoulder, sliding it slowly up the throat she wanted to tag with her fangs, and yanked on his silky hair the color of drizzling caramel. “Kiss my nipples, Jude Faden.” She pulled his face to her breast, her eyes rolling back when he captured the full nipple between his teeth, flicking it with his roughened werewolf’s tongue. “Yes,” she groaned, holding him securely against her breast, “don’t stop.”
“None of us want to stop, Kalen,” Archer said as Mason brought his middle finger upwards an inch or so inside her vagina. Next Mason nipped at the tender place on her shoulder, where he wanted to leave his mark. “So tell us if Archer and Jude can watch me take your virginity, Kalen.”
Jude sucked hard on her nipple, rushing flames all the way to her groin where Mason’s fingers twirled and stroked. Though Mason never penetrated her fully, staying far away from the barrier he’d felt on the first night she’d arrived.
Archer maintained eye contact, his fingers still steadily stroking her throat. “By watching, Kalen, we’ll share the experience through you and Mason. You have no reason to be afraid we’d hurt you.” He cupped her face, watching her mouth as short pants left her. She was so close, so damn close to coming that his beautiful face was all but a blur to her unfocused eyes. “We are the males who will kill anything that even thought to harm you.”
“We want you to feel safe with us, because you are,” Jude said as he kissed his way to her navel, stopping and twirling his tongue there. She cried out as the sensation echoed deep inside her womb.
“I think…I want to, but you’re all so…intimidating when you’re together, surrounding me.”
“This is when you should feel the safest, baby,” Mason said as he left the wetness of her core and brought his fingers to Kalen’s mouth. He brushed her arousal over her lips and dropped his hand to do the same over her nipple. Archer and Jude groaned in unison, looking hungrier than any males should have, and dove at his offerings. Mason watching on as Archer licked and tugged at her wetted lips, Jude suckling nearly frantically at her nipple.
“Oh, my,” she said on a groan, her core contracting so hard that she feared it would shatter. “Oh…”
“Relax and feel the pleasure you deserve as our mate,” Mason coaxed her as he reached back inside her panties and thrummed her clitoris in werewolf speed, “the pleasure you should experience every damn day.”
“I can’t…take any more.” Her heart thudded as her body pounded, the sound reaching her ears. Kalen’s thighs tensed, involuntarily squeezing around his hand, but it didn’t slow his rapturous thrumming one iota.
“You can, baby,” Mason insisted on a growl, his cock pressing rhythmically against the crevice of her ass with Jude and Archer kissing and teasing her breasts.
Her head thrashed on his biceps, her eyes seeing nothing but stars yet she couldn’t go over. She hissed, willing her fangs to drop, and reached out blindly for the nearest male. Archer growled his approval, his big hands wrapping around her and Mason, the flesh of his neck between her teeth as she licked and sucked over a throbbing vein she intended to tap.
Someone moved her panties down her hips and thighs. She didn’t know who, but when the scrap of silk made its way past her toes, Kalen’s sex spasmed.
She bit Archer’s throat with a shocking ferocity.
In a sudden feeding haze, she worried absently she’d hurt him, but his answering moan reverberated against her mouth and chest. So she brought him closer, to steady her prey, and sucked harder, filling her mouth with his crimson nectar, his spicy taste similar to that of Mason but somehow bolder.
“Shit,” Archer growled low, “take it all, Kalen. Take everything.”
Mason lifted her leg over his thigh, easing the very heart of her open for the other males to see. A finger, probably belonging to Jude, rimmed the opening of her sex. “You are breathtaking here,” he rumbled in his broken brogue, “the most beautiful creature born, and you are mine.”
Jude lowered his mouth to her core as Mason held her lower lips apart for Jude’s tongue. Mason reached behind her and pulled out his cock, threading it between the globes of her ass. Without penetration, he started swiping in ernest, groaning in her ear as his bare flesh met hers in a fiery friction.
With Archer’s blood in her mouth and Jude working her clitoris tenderly with the tip of his skilled tongue, she hissed in ecstasy, swallowing more urgently with her internal pressure coming to a head.
Kalen moaned as white-hot waves rushed over her body, one after the other. She gripped Archer’s throat, licking frantically at her bite to close the wound, but he pulled away and covered his mouth with hers to absorb her screams of pleasure.
Jude moved away
from her sensitive clitoris and lapped up her orgasm, murmuring his approval, though she had no clue what he was saying. Archer finalized their kiss with a tug at her bottom lip with his lowered canines.
In a flash Jude moved away and Mason was on top of her, settled right between her legs. His hips rocked forward, the tip of his cock brushing her entrance. “Yes, or no?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sure breaking your barrier is going to hurt some, too, so do you want me to go into your — ”
She cupped his face and met his eyes, glaring at him sternly. “Don’t you dare take the pain away. I don’t want any part of our first time together diminished. I want vivid memories, Mason, not foggy ones.”
Jude’s hand found her hair, brushing it behind her ears. His mouth met her ear, his tongue flicking around until he noticed an especially sensitive spot that caused her body to go into some sort of sexual convulsion. She opened her mouth on a silent scream and Jude thrust his tongue inside, twisting and dueling the way he enjoyed.
Then Mason lifted her knees and entered her in one relentless push.
Jude and Archer pulled away slightly so she could make eye contact with Mason, but they kept their hands on her, rubbing and soothing her trembling frame. The sudden sensations owning her body were so foreign, so unexpected, Kalen knew of nothing to ease the pain and the combined eroticism building inside, other than to arch up her pelvis to bring him higher within her.
This lodged his cock to the hilt, his balls smashing against her ass. She grabbed at him until he landed completely on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows, and thrust his tongue into her mouth the way he’d shoved into her pussy. This was incredibly intimate, this skin to skin contact like nothing else, and she couldn’t believe how long she’d waited to share this with Mason.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she said with another arch of her hips. “I want you to move.”
Sweat beaded across Mason’s brow. “You sure?”
She looped her index fingers in his nipple rings and tugged. “Now.”
Leaning slightly, he began a shallow thrusting inside her, his Tribal Inflixx rolling up and down the ridges of her walls. Already, she could sense a spasming toward release, but much stronger than anything she’d experienced.
Mason’s eyes completely transformed to his werewolf, the glow casting a blue ray across her body, and his canines slipped over his chin, but his claws stayed sheathed as he gripped her hips more forcefully and picked up speed. Her fingers left his hoops to travel across his smooth chest. Then her nails found his biceps and dug in, undoubtedly breaking the skin because she scented blood in the air.
A hiss escaped her, her fangs dropping in reaction, but she didn’t want to lose herself in feeding. No, she wanted to lose herself with her males. Archer brought his mouth back to her breast, his words not registering. Jude was at her ear, licking and whispering encouraging nonsense.
“I am given,” Mason grated in the Beta Beast’s voice but maintained his most human form. “I love you, Kalen.”
If not heading out of her mind with pleasure, she probably would have cried. “I love you, too.”
His words, his thick cock, and his beautiful body sent her right over the cliff. She exploded in a burst of inner light, white sparkles dancing in her vision as she cried out. “Mason!” Her body seemed to expand for him, welcoming his cock higher.
“That’s it baby, I can feel you milking my juice.” Mason went faster and faster, his balls hitting her ass, before he completely stilled and gripped the back of her neck. Opening his mouth wide, he aimed right for her neck. “You. Are. Mine!”
A searing pain met the tender spot between her throat and right shoulder, his canines penetrating her to place a mark that would last for an eternity, if she were to accept him under a full moon mating. He released his semen at the same time, the hot jets spurting against the entrance of her womb so fiercely that she experienced an immediate orgasm on the heels of the last.
He released his bite after the final thrust, his mouth resting against his mark, his hot breaths sawing in and out.
Archer’s voice was sex-husky when he demanded, “Let her rest for a while.”
They dotted small kisses all over her body, rubbing her arms and legs, even the back of her shoulders and neck before they pulled away one by one. She had no idea how long she stayed with the blanket wrapped back around her and resting, Kalen felt safe, at home.
Not so lonely anymore.
And then the night took over, welcoming her into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Fresh from Sven’s Spa, Kalen sat in the back of Tatum’s suburban. Her hair was too eighties and her makeup too bright, and she was fighting not to tug down a neon lime dress she would have never chosen for herself. The entire thing crocheted, it was a vintage reprisal with absolutely no skirt and no back. Though the designer hadn’t skimped on shoulder pads. Ugh! She crossed and recrossed her legs, shifting so no one could see her undies. Kalen couldn’t believe they’d talked her into buying this thing. “This wasn’t the right choice.”
“That dress is perfect. Your legs look fantastic,” said Molly as she returned a phone call. “You have to admit that Renee has an eye for throwback fashion.”
“And for cats who use potted house plants as their litter boxes.” Tatum made a face while tapping her toe and jingling a multitude of sparkly anklets. “Ardan discovered that little detail during his last visit to Aunt Renee’s house, kept saying something about the Play Dough being stinky. Upon closer inspection, I saw the only color Ardan had to work with was brown.”
“If I have to hear that story one more time,” Molly stopped and cringed. “Not you, Granny,” she said into the phone. “It was, never mind. I got your message to call, so I’m calling. What’s going on?” Molly’s pink lips drew into an immediate snarl. “I did not break your stroke mirror!”
Kalen asked Tatum, “Stroke mirror?”
“Granny keeps a mirror handy to see if one side of her face is drooping unexpectedly. I have no idea if she follows a schedule, or if she makes random checks,” Tatum explained. “But I say she’s nearly a hundred.” She waved her hands. “What’s not going to droop at this point?”
“So she does this all day?”
“Uh-huh, and it’s all Dru’s fault, too.” Tatum nodded. “Facilitated the whole damn thing, if you ask me. You see; he bought Granny one of those rolling walkers with the seat in the center. The middle lifts up for storage, so that’s where she keeps her stroke mirror.”
“Convenient,” Kalen said, stifling a laugh.
“If she didn’t carry around such a colossal handbag filled with every liniment known to man or Beast - I swear she’s either a witch doctor or is trying to pickle herself - Granny would have had more room inside the compartment for her mirror.” She tapped Molly on the arm. “Tell her she broke the damn thing herself when she shoved her big-ass purse in. Go on. Tell her seven years of bad luck are all on her.”
Molly held out the phone and looked at the screen. “She barked something about me going to CVS and hung up. Like I’m going to find a mirror straight out of a 1950s hair salon that’s painted metal-flake pink.”
Tatum nodded thoughtfully. “I think that’s more of an online auction thing.”
Ten minutes later, one of Tatum’s body guards opened the car door for Kalen in front of Mason and Jude’s house. The burly werewolf looked this way and that.
Kalen’s rental car sat in the driveway, calling her to explore. She flicked open her purse and pulled out her keys.
Tatum cocked her head, as if sensing something. “No one is home.”
“They didn’t expect me home so early. I have an appointment,” Kalen explained. “I’ll buy lunch next time, girls.” She slid from the car, discretely checking her watch. It was nearly four in the afternoon, so if she wanted to ferret out available properties after she met with her realtor, Kalen would have to act fast. Going out
at night here by herself was out of the question.
A hand stopped her. Kalen looked down to find Tatum’s fingers tugging at her forearm. “Why don’t you reschedule your appointment for when one of your males can go with you and come back to the house with me, Kalen? One of your males can pick you up when they’ve finished with work.”
“Thanks, but I won’t be out after dark.”
“I hope not.”
“I’m considering moving down here,” Kalen lifted her phone to scan the addresses the realtor she’d called had sent, focusing on the one topping her list. “So I’m looking for a small restaurant or cafe to purchase.”
Her eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re not considering Fort Myers, are you?” Tatum explained, “Because that territory is iffy for Pack.”
Kalen eased away from her hold, fixing her keys in hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll stay away from iffy territories.”
Tatum nodded. “Bren owns The Blue Pelican. Do you want me to ask if he knows of anything opening up?”
“That would be great.”
“Maybe we’ll catch you tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Kalen agreed with a nod. “You’ll find me with Jenny.”
Tatum slipped back into the Suburban. “Are you sure you’ll be back here before dusk?”
“Definitely,” Kalen assured. “And, Tatum?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s nice to have someone concerned about me.” She started backing away from the car. “Thanks.”
Kalen watched them drive away as she hopped into her rental. She adjusted her sunglasses, peering out of the windshield as she headed to meet the realtor, with hope rising in her chest.
Her phone rang. “Hello, Archer. Miss me already?” Neither he nor Jude had made love to her, both thinking she needed to take it easy after Mason took her virginity. Kalen, on the other hand, didn’t want to take it easy at all.
She wanted it rock hard.
Right between her legs.
She wiped her sweating forehead as she listened to Archer wax poetic about her body. And any other time she would be in heaven listening to his words of lust and possession, but she was distracted when she passed her Dad’s old stomping ground, the golf course, which was where she’d learned to play with clubs her father had whittled down to fit her seven year old hands. Kalen, however, had never picked up another golf club since she’d left this place.