Tangled Hearts: A Menage Collection

by Various

  The noise or movement, or both, woke Jenna, who opened heavy eyes. She saw him and smiled lazily before she screamed and sat up.

  “I can see you!”

  “So can I,” said Derrick, a brilliant smile bursting forth. “Isn’t it fucking awesome. Almost as awesome as being able to have you hear me say, hello, gorgeous.”

  “But how?”

  “Magic in your … kiss?” Derrick waggled his brows at her and laughed when she blushed.

  “B-b-ut what about Mark?” she stammered.

  “I guess you guys didn’t complete the deed.”

  “Oh, I’m pretty sure, he, um, did.” Could she get any more embarrassed? Her cheeks flamed so bright he bet they’d burn his fingers if he touched them.

  “You need to go back. Tell him to claim you like I did.”

  Jenna’s brow creased. “What do you mean claimed?”

  “You are our mate, Jenna. When I bit you at the height of my orgasm, I marked you as mine. Now Mark must do the same.”

  “Hold on a second. I never agreed to that!” she said indignantly.

  “We are fated to be together.”

  “I don’t even know you.”

  “You will. And you’ll love me. Love us. You’ll see.”

  “Us? As in, both of you? Are you nuts? You must be. Or I am. I mean, you’re not supposed to be real.”

  “Oh, I’m real gorgeous. Want to touch?”

  She clutched the sheet tighter. “This can’t be happening. I’m hallucinating. The house must have mold. Or there’s a gas leak. That’s it. I’m still asleep and imagining all this.”

  He leaned in and pinched her arm.

  “Ow!”

  “Still think you’re dreaming?” She glared at him. He laughed. “Lighten up. This is a good thing. A great thing. Don’t you see? You rescued me. And once you rescue Mark, we’ll start a new life together. The three of us. You’ll see. We’ll make you happy. Happier than you ever imagined.”

  “But what will people think?” she sputtered.

  “The town is used to my family’s ways. You will find many of the inhabitants around here are special.”

  “This is way too much, too fast. You’re making it sound like it’s a done deal.”

  “Because it is. You bear my mark. Get used to it, gorgeous. From here on out, we belong together.”

  “What if I don’t want to belong to you?” she stubbornly maintained.

  “I’m not averse to changing your mind. As a matter of fact, I’d love to get a chance to do so.” Derrick held her eyes as he stripped out of the clothes he’d worn for the last six years. At least in limbo they’d never gotten dirty.

  Her eyes widened with every piece of clothing he removed until he stood naked and erect before her.

  She swallowed and said hoarsely, “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to prove to you that we belong together.” Or at least he meant to until a cold breeze across his body made him shiver. It seemed Mark had emerged from the trance and noticed his change in circumstance. “You need to go back to sleep and rescue Mark.”

  “And if I don’t want to?” She crossed her arms stubbornly.

  Derrick smiled at her dangerously. “Then I will make love to you until you pass out with exhaustion.”

  She gaped at him, and once again her cheeks flushed with color. Derrick’s nose twitched when the sweet scent of her arousal drifted to him. Deny it all she wanted, Jenna was attracted. With a growl, he lay down on the bed beside her and latched a thick arm around her waist when she tried to scoot away.

  He pulled her into his body, spooning her, thankful she had worn pajamas to bed, else the feel of her soft skin would have proven too much temptation to resist. But before he could think of pleasure, he needed to free his best friend. Mark deserved freedom as well.

  And then, once they were together again in the flesh, they would take their new mate until the only protest that passed her lips was, “Oh god, I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me now.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jenna closed her eyes even though she knew sleep would elude her. Who could think of slumber with a hunky, naked stranger spooned around her? Okay, maybe not a complete stranger. After all, Derrick had haunted her ass and dreams since she’d moved in, but still, a ghost and dream lover was a far cry from the real thing. And now he wanted her to fall asleep and rescue his friend by letting him bite her. While making love to me.

  His whole macho claim that he owned her, that they both would, should have appalled her, sent her running from the house screaming for help. Instead, she squirmed. She’d already gotten a taste of what a true ménage felt like. Could she honestly say she didn’t want to experience it again? Was she truly that afraid to fall asleep and seek out Mark, intent on letting him claim her? She could already imagine how it would be to bend over for Mark and let him pound his cock into her. To have him thrust into her as he bit her and made her his woman.

  Derrick growled against her ear. “Sweetheart, if you keep wiggling like that, I’m going to have to delay Mark’s rescue to make love to you.”

  Jenna stilled even as her libido screamed, ‘Take me!’

  Lying still took effort. Blanking her mind to forget all the naughty thoughts and fantasies even more so. For a while, as she listened to Derrick’s soft breathing, she doubted she’d ever fall asleep, so it was with surprise that she suddenly found herself in the field again with Mark waiting for her.

  “Thank you for coming back,” he said softly.

  “It’s not like Derrick gave me much of a choice,” she grumbled. Although, really, she would have done the right thing in the end. She just needed time to assimilate all the rapidly moving events.

  “I know this is quite a shock, and I assure you I did not know that in order to be free we’d have to claim you.”

  “So are you telling me that you wouldn’t have claimed me otherwise?”

  Mark chuckled. “Oh, never fear. I would have marked you as my mate one way or another. It just never occurred to me to do so in this form.”

  “What does this whole claiming thing mean anyway? I don’t get it.”

  “As you might suspect, Derrick and I are special. You’ve read about our ancestors, so you know for each generation there is an alpha, a beta, and only one woman. Together we form a mating circle, one that comes with powers. A bond that will last forever.”

  A protest rose to her lips. They barely knew her. How could they make that kind of promise?

  It was as if he sensed her doubt. “We are not like other men, Jenna. There is only one woman for us. We know her the moment we see and scent. That woman is you. I understand how strange that must seem. Frightening even. But you’ll soon see just how right it is. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel something when Derrick marked you? Feel a connection now that wasn’t there before?”

  How did he know? And was that what the fluttery feeling within her was? The odd sense of belonging that tugged at her so strongly when she was around these men? Perhaps the bond Mark talked about explained the reason why she lay down and let Derrick snuggle her instead of calling the cops and reporting an intruder.

  “I can see you do understand what I’m describing. And soon, if you’ll allow it, we’ll also share that bond.”

  “You know this is all well and good now. You’ve been ghosts for years. Any woman would seem like a treat I’m sure. What about in a few weeks or months from now?” Would they wake up one day and realize they’d made a mistake? Would they hurt her or leave her? If one breakup had messed her up, how would it feel to be dumped by two?

  He clasped her hands and forced her to look him in the eye. “There will never be another woman for us. When we mate, we do so for life. We will be a family.”

  Jenna gnawed her lip. It sounded so perfect. And she wanted to believe because she found herself drawn to the guys and fascinated, not only by the sex but the lifestyle they offered, the level of devotion they promised.

  Wasn’
t my journey out here a chance I took? A new start, a new life, a new adventure. She was so hung up on the negative possibilities, was she denying herself a chance for great happiness? She would never know if she chickened out.

  “Fuck it. This is probably the craziest thing I’m ever going to do. But claim me, bite me. Do whatever you need to do.”

  Jenna closed her eyes and waited to feel his teeth chomping her neck. Instead, she found herself enveloped in a hug. Mark chuckled softly against her ear.

  “Oh, sweetheart. I thank you, but if you don’t mind, let us have a little fun first. It will make our joining all the more pleasurable.”

  He claimed her lips in a sweet embrace that stole her breath. Gently, he laid her down, his heavy body partially covering hers, his erect cock pulsing against her thigh as he softly kissed her, his nimble lips working their way down her whole body, his tongue tasting her skin.

  As if they had all the time in the world, he aroused her slowly, easing her worries, softening her tension, stoking the heat within her. With languorous strokes of his tongue and nips from his lips, he brought her body to tingling life until she arched against him, silently pleading for more. When his fingers finally slipped between her legs, he found her wet and throbbing.

  Still he teased her, though, tweaking her clit between his fingers, sliding them into her channel, which she clenched tight.

  “Please, Mark,” she begged.

  Only then did he finally settle himself between her legs, the thick head of his cock probing at the entrance to her sex. Impatient, and needy, Jenna grasped his buttocks and pulled at him as she angled her hips up. His shaft penetrated her, filling her, stretching her delightfully. Jenna squeezed her channel around him, and he groaned.

  “Oh, sweetheart.”

  Despite his excitement, he didn’t turn into a beast. The man possessed incredible control. He pumped her slow and steady, drawing out her pleasure until, like a taut wire pulled too tight, she snapped. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she screamed with the pleasure of it. But Mark wasn’t done. He continued to pump her, stroking in and out, drawing out her climax, triggering a second one to ripple through her.

  Only then did he finally let loose and come within her as his mouth sought and found the hollow of her neck. He bit down sharply, the sudden pain nothing compared to the odd sensation as he sucked at her blood, bringing on yet another shuddering moment of bliss. She clutched at him, hugging him to her, only to feel his body turn insubstantial. When she opened her eyes, he was gone, with only the painful throb in her shoulder and moisture in her still-shuddering sex to prove she’d not imagined him.

  But still. A girl wanted to be held after being properly sexed and claimed. Claimed. Oh god. She’d done it!

  The realization startled her enough that she woke and found herself alone in her bed.

  Maybe it was all a dream. A vivid one.

  Or not.

  Movement caught her attention, and she looked over to see the two guys she’d met while asleep, hugging and slapping each other on the back. I think I solved my haunting problem.

  But what about their contention she now belonged to them?

  Now belonged to a pair of very big, very male, all-too-real hunks.

  Is it too late to run?

  As if her very thought drew them, they turned to face her, and neither bothered to hide the hunger in their gaze. A hunger her body responded to despite her recent dream experience.

  A flush spread through her, moistening her sex, hardening her nipples. Feeling vulnerable and self-conscious, and yes, a little scared, Jenna crawled off the bed.

  Now what? She couldn’t hold them to their vow to keep her as their mate. They were ghosts when they made it. Well, Mark was at any rate. In their place, she would have said and promised anything to break free. There was only one thing to do. The right thing.

  “Well, um, I guess I’ll pack my stuff up so you guys can have your place back.” Jenna bit her lips to hold back unexpected tears. She’d grown quite fond of the place, but she couldn’t in good conscience keep the place. She wouldn’t hold them to their dream declarations. Anybody in their right mind would have said anything to get out of that prison.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” said Derrick, stalking toward her with purpose.

  “But this is your house.” Warmth coiled in her stomach as Derrick stopped just in front of her and placed his hands on her waist to draw her near. Stranger or not, she couldn’t resist, not when his touch felt so right.

  “This is our house,” said Mark from behind her, his body brushing up against her back.

  Before she could open her mouth to say another word, they sandwiched her with their bodies and claimed her mouth.

  If she’d thought their dream lovemaking was erotic, it was nothing compared to the reality. Jenna sagged in their embrace, the myriad sensations too much for her to handle.

  She didn’t know whose arms scooped her up, but the next thing she knew, she found herself on the huge four-poster bed. Derrick knelt between her legs and regarded her with flashing green eyes. As he pulled at her pajama bottoms, Mark, who’d taken a position at her side, tugged at her top.

  “Wait. Shouldn’t we talk about this?” Jenna protested out of a sense of propriety. Surely this is wrong.

  “No. We already discussed this.”

  “In a dream.”

  “A dream that doesn’t change the facts. You’re ours, Jenna. We knew it from the moment we saw you.”

  “We’ve claimed you. Marked you. And now we’re going to take you,” promised Derrick in a low voice.

  “Both of you?” she squeaked. Having it said out loud for some reason made her heart beat faster.

  Wolfish grins answered her, and even amidst her trepidation, her body trembled with desire. Their hot mouths traveled all over her body, searing kisses that soon had her writhing on the sheets. A heavy body straddled her upper torso, and she found her hands pinned above her head. Helpless, she opened her eyes and stared at Derrick.

  “Hey there, gorgeous. You have no idea how many times I imagined you like this. Us like this.”

  “Hanging out?” she teased.

  “Not quite. In my fantasies you were sucking me,” he said in a thick voice. He inched his hips forward, and Jenna opened her mouth to accommodate his cock. She had no sooner started sucking than a wet mouth latched onto her pussy, and she almost bit down as she bucked hard with the pleasure. A pair of strong hands held her lower body down, thank goodness, because the torture of her sex continued with Mark licking and sucking her clit while Derrick pumped her mouth, keeping her busy.

  With so many blissful sensations assaulting her all at once, it didn’t take long for her arousal to build. Pleasure coiled in her, and she found herself on the brink of orgasm. To distract herself, and hold out a little bit longer, she sucked Derrick’s shaft harder, bobbing her head as well as she could in her position. But when Mark slid his fingers inside her and pressed against her G-spot, she lost it. As waves of bliss shuddered through her, she screamed around the cock in her mouth.

  The stroking didn’t stop though. The fingers in her channel continued to rub her sweet spot, and before the quivering had stopped, her lover brought her back to the edge. She wanted to cry out that she couldn’t take it anymore, but with her mouth full, all she could manage were moans.

  When she finally found her mouth empty along with her sex, she almost cried, the pressure in her body begging for relief. Hands manipulated her, and she found herself astride Mark, his swollen cockhead pressing against her nether lips. With Derrick’s hands on her waist guiding, she sat down on Mark’s shaft, his thick hard length impaling her.

  Jenna almost swooned. Thankfully, two sets of hands were there to hold her up and move her. Mark’s hands grabbed at her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Derrick’s hands moved to her hips, and he rocked her back and forth atop Mark’s rod.

  Jenna keened at the pleasure. Her clit rubbed against Mark’s pu
bes, and his cock thrummed inside her, stretching and probing her pleasantly. Having found her rhythm, Derrick slid one of his hands from her waist down the crack of her ass. Jenna didn’t tense up until he probed at her rosette. She opened her mouth to protest, but Mark suddenly tweaked her nipples hard, and she cried out instead. Derrick used this moment of distraction to penetrate her virgin hole with his finger.

  The unexpected tight feeling pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm rolled over her in a powerful wave, her channel contracting and squeezing blissfully as both cock and fingers pumped her, drawing out her pleasure.

  The hands holding Jenna up moved, and she slumped forward onto Mark’s chest, limper than a cooked noodle. But Mark wasn’t done. He thrust into her, deeper than before, and with a cry of “Mine!”, he came, his rod shooting hotly inside her. Then his mouth latched on her neck, and he bit down. Sharp pain as he sucked at the wound made her pull away in surprise.

  But the pain disappeared quickly to be replaced with a strange vibrating energy, one that made her gasp. She didn’t have a chance to ask about this odd sensation because she found herself on her back again, her legs up on Derrick’s shoulders. With a hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside her still quivering channel.

  Jenna cried out. Surely, her body couldn’t take anymore. But as Derrick plowed her, in and out, his thick shaft plunging deep, she got caught in another trembling, aftershock orgasm.

  Overcome, she barely registered when Derrick bellowed his own claim of “Mine” and spilled his seed inside her. And she lacked the strength to protest when he bit the other side of her neck. Jeez, what do they think they are, vampires?

  That thought and others drifted from her tired mind and body. She fell asleep as they spooned around her protectively.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jenna woke to the feel of two bodies pressed against her. For a moment, mortification made her cheeks flush red. Oh my god, what did I do? But the remembered pleasure made her body tingle, and wetness gushed between her thighs. As if that were a signal, distinctly male fingers stroked through her curls.