by Celia Kyle
Chapter Ten
Rebecca woke to pure pleasure. Warm breath teased her skin, the breeze quickly followed by the delicious slide of a tongue over her flesh. The hair brushing her hip was long and soft, and she knew it’d be silky to the touch. Aidan looked scary as hell but had the prettiest hair. Those talented lips of his suckled her hotspot, her destroyed Mark heating and calling to her mate. Like a beacon in the night, it begged for attention.
If Aidan was tormenting her, then the hard body pressed against her side was Carson. His heat sank into her body, warming her and teasing her with his muscular frame. He touched her, yet didn’t. They were skin-to-skin, but he kept his hands to himself. She imagined he was hard and wanting, but she wasn’t sure since his cock was nowhere near her side.
There, but not.
Rebecca slid her hand down her abdomen, fingers ghosting over mangled flesh until she stroked Aidan’s skull.
“There she is,” he murmured against her flesh.
She hummed in response and rocked her hips, enjoying the sensations of his mouth. He left her Mark and drifted across her stomach, kissing and caressing parts of her until he came to her very center. She spread her legs wider, her thigh nudging Carson’s as she opened herself.
Carson whimpered, an honest-to-god whimper from the big, bad male to her right.
She opened her eyes, lashes fluttering and orbs fighting to focus in the darkness. The moment she could see, she met Carson’s gaze, saw the need and desire he carried.
He remained restrained, not moving as he watched. His muscles were taut and stretching his skin, bulging with the need to touch. She glanced down his body, noting the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the curves and dips of his trim form. And the cock straining against his boxers. She’d been relieved when he’d crawled into bed with those shorts. Then again, she’d been naked—her heart obviously overpowering good sense—so her desire for clothing was a bit weird.
Now, minutes—hours?—later, she wanted them gone. Especially when Aidan suckled her clit and teased her center with his fingers. She moaned and arched, rocking her hips against his mouth. He sucked hard on the bundle of nerves, almost to the point of pain, and then released her with a low pop. With the freedom came a battering wave of pleasure.
Her eyes wanted to flutter shut, to tear her attention from Carson so she could sink into the sensations without distraction. But she didn’t. No, she remained intent on the tense male, let him see her ecstasy.
“Like that, don’t you.” Aidan’s low chuckle sent warm gusts of air across her flesh. “Doesn’t she, Carson?”
Carson’s eyes flashed yellow, his wolf lurking near, and his voice was a rough growl when he spoke. “She does.” His attention skated down her body, his eyes seeming to stroke her with invisible hands. “She loves it.”
“She’d enjoy it more with another set of lips, of hands.” Aidan scraped his fangs over her inner thigh, and she whined. “Teeth. She likes a wolf’s bite.” Aidan sucked on her flesh, nibbling near her pussy but not quite close enough. “Give her pleasure, Carson.”
Rebecca froze, Carson right along with her, and she looked down her body to focus on Aidan. “Aidan? He…”
“Is an idiot, but he’s our idiot.” Aidan rose from his place between her thighs and crawled until he hovered above her, his hips snug against hers. She gasped when the whole, heated length of him settled along the lips of her pussy and moaned when he slid his hardness over her.
He captured her lips in a lazy, drugging kiss. His lips tasted of her, his tongue still harboring hints of her flavors, and she drew them in. He’d loved on her, given her pleasure, and now the eroticism of kissing him immediately after stoked her arousal. The gentle meeting of mouths ended and Aidan encouraged her to turn her head, to stare at Carson.
“Look at him. He wants you so badly. He’s an idiot. He knows he fucked up. We made our peace. The question is, do you want him, Rebecca? Can you forgive him so we can both take you and claim you?”
There was so much hope and longing in his gaze it nearly crushed her with its weight. She still needed to protect her heart. Hers and Aidan’s.
“There’s so much to work out.” She meant the words to sound strong, yet they were unsure and timid.
“There is.” Aidan nuzzled her, scraping her neck with his fangs. “But whether we’re destined for each other isn’t a question. He’s meant to be yours, Rebecca. Just as I am.” His moist lips brushed her ear. “He won’t touch you unless you give him permission, sweetheart. Do you want him?”
As Aidan spoke to her, she stared at Carson, the need shining in his features combining with the yearning to be with her, with them. She wanted him. More than anything, she wanted him. No, she wanted both men equally. They were her men.
“Yes.” She whispered the word, her eyes focused intently on Carson’s yellowed orbs. “I want him.” She reached for the male, the one who’d begun repairing his relationship with Aidan and, by extension, her. She stroked his cheek, running her fingers over his whiskered skin. She traced his lips, feeling the velvety softness beneath her fingertips. “I want you.”
“Are you sure?” His words vibrated up her arm, and she hated that this fierce male was hesitant.
“Yes.” She retraced her path, ghosting over his cheek and then circling his neck. She gripped him gently and eased him toward her.
Aidan still nuzzled her neck, his cock snug against her pussy, reminding her of his presence. Carson edged forward, and he followed easily, allowing himself to be encouraged until his lips were against hers, his mouth slanting over hers in a passion-inducing kiss.
Carson tasted different than Aidan, sweeter with a razor-edge of heat while his partner was muskier, dark forests. They complemented each other while acting as opposites as well.
His tongue traveled her lips, sliding into her mouth and tasting her, and she did the same, enjoying his flavors. They tangled and stroked, searching and learning while Aidan lurked within reach. Aidan constantly reminded her of his presence as she studied Carson. Lips teasing her, cock exciting her, body surrounding her in a cocoon of pleasure.
Slowly their kiss eased, Carson pulling gently away. “How much of me do you want, Rebecca? I’m yours, what do you want me to give you?”
She knew what he wanted, and she knew she craved the same thing. “Everything, Carson. Everything.”
*
The chains holding Carson in place shattered with Rebecca’s words, with her plea. The kiss… The kiss had been beautiful, passionate, and gentle in one, teasing him with what could be, while keeping him restrained.
Now, he didn’t have to withhold his need. He could unleash his desires for the lush beauty moaning beneath his Alpha partner.
So he did. It took no time and hardly any effort to nudge Aidan aside so he could lick and kiss their mate. Her skin was drugging, tempting and tormenting at the same time. Her breasts were smooth and sleek, her nipples hardened nubs that called for attention.
His cock was rock hard, aching to sink into her, take her and claim her, but that’d require Aidan. Later. He ached to taste her first.
Her stomach was gently rounded, and he imagined her swollen and pregnant with their pups. Someday…
The gnarled skin of her lower abdomen met his mouth, the wounds sending a spear of pain into his heart for the agony she must have endured. He laved her right hip, enjoying each gasp and moan that burst from her chest. He had the same sensitive area on his own body now; the location of her Mark would always be a spot that drove them wild.
Then he moved further south, on to lick her pussy, to savor the salty-sweet flavors of her juices and revel in her responses. She was delicious and gorgeous and theirs.
So very, very theirs.
His cock throbbed and bobbed inside his boxers, screaming to be released, to sink into her slick warmth. But he refrained. They had a plan. They’d perfected their approach when they shared a woman.
Rebecca isn’t just another woman, is she
?
She wasn’t. So he threw their history out the window and merely focused on Rebecca’s pleasure, on her breathy moans and shuddering whines. When the sounds became muted, he raised his gaze from her plump pussy and found Aidan kneeling beside her. Their mate, gaze glazed with passion, sucked his friend’s cock, teasing and tempting Aidan with her mouth, sliding over his length before releasing him to gently suckle the head. It wasn’t skilled or practiced. No, his mate simply enjoyed exploring his friend, unlike the women in their past. That’s what made her different.
She wiggled her hips, taking his attention away from the seductive vision of his partner and mate together, and back to her pink lower lips.
Carson grinned and lapped at her slit, drawing more of her juices over his tongue. “Is this what you want?”
She nodded, and he did it again, enjoying her shudders and moans. He could pleasure her for days, years. Endless years.
But first she had to be claimed, by him, by them.
Carson flicked her clit, rubbing the pleasurable nub in rapid succession before speaking again. “Do you want to belong to us, Rebecca? Are you ready?”
A long, deep groan accompanied her rapid agreement.
That was followed by Aidan’s hoarse voice. “God, man, don’t ask her questions like that. Nearly came in her mouth, and I don’t wanna do that until I’m inside her.”
Aidan withdrew, his cock slick with Rebecca’s saliva, and a bolt of jealousy struck Carson in the chest. The man had enjoyed their mate’s mouth before him.
Then he remembered and reminded himself she was theirs to share forever. They would enjoy her numerous times over the years. Tonight was the first of many.
Aidan remained kneeling beside her head, while Carson remained settled between her thighs. He’d already fucked up once, he wanted her to be crystal fucking clear about what she desired.
“How do you want this? Will Aidan be in your ass? Your pussy? Where do you want me?” He tried to keep his tone level, not giving a hint about what he desired.
Her gaze flicked from him to Aidan and back again, as if asking for permission and confirming they were both on board with what was about to happen.
Fuck yeah, he wanted it, wanted her. More than anything in the world, he desired her.
“I want you…” She blushed, the pink hue belying the sexuality she’d shown moments before. She had no problem sucking cock while he sucked her clit, but saying the words seemed beyond her.
Carson would say them for her. He rose to his knees between her spread thighs. He slid his palms over her skin, making his way to the juncture of her legs. With one finger, he circled her pussy, skimming her soaked warmth. “Do you want me here? Or”—he let his touch travel south until he stroked her hidden rosette—“here?”
Rebecca shook her head.
“So that means this pretty pink pussy is mine,” he growled, the wolf pleased they’d have the first chance to impregnate her. The animal was base in its desires. Rebecca. Pups. Caring for Rebecca and their pups.
Rebecca nodded.
Aidan stroked her cheek. “That means I get that lush ass, doesn’t it? Carson’s gonna lay back, and you’re gonna ride him while I prepare you for me.” His friend rubbed his thumb over her lip, and she sucked it into her mouth. Damn, he wanted to fuck those pretty lips. “Then I’m going to push my cock into you and you’ll scream. You’re gonna beg for more and beg us to stop, and when you can’t take anymore, we’re gonna claim you. My bite’s gonna be here.” Aidan stroked their mate’s left shoulder. “And his will be right here.” His partner stroked the right.
It was how they’d discussed it. How they’d imagined claiming their mate. Not necessarily positions, but their desired locations for their claiming bites.
Aidan went left, Carson went right, and then their mate would be locked between them.
Soon…
*
It’d be soon. Soon Aidan would push his cock into the tightness of her ass and then she’d be theirs.
Soon. Soon. Soon.
But not soon enough.
While his partner settled in, Aidan bolted and snared his bottle of lube. They’d brought several tubes on the off chance they did meet their mate at the Gathering.
By the time he returned, Rebecca was straddling Carson’s thighs, rubbing that slick pussy of hers along his length. His friend’s hands gripped her hips as he encouraged a gentle rhythm that had her gasping and moaning in equal measure.
“That’s so fucking pretty.” His mate, lost to the pleasure, was gorgeous.
“Aidan…” Passion glazed her eyes, making her gaze unfocused.
“Take his cock into you, sweetheart. Lemme see you take him.” Aidan didn’t recognize his own voice, the wolf getting in on the action.
But Rebecca heard him because she rose up, putting space between her and Carson. His friend repositioned his cock and then she was sitting, taking his partner into her body with a soul-deep moan.
“God damn, that’s beautiful.” He couldn’t hold the words in.
“Feels fucking amazing. God, hot and tight.” Carson gasped when she rocked her hips.
“What do you think, sweetheart?”
Rebecca leaned back, and he dipped, nuzzling her from behind. “So big. So good.”
“It’ll feel better when I’m in your ass.” Aidan reached around and cupped her breasts, enjoying the weight of her mounds. So large and full and more than filled his palms. He couldn’t wait to suckle them again, draw a pebbled nipple into his mouth.
Which meant Carson couldn’t either. “Lean down, sweetheart. Let Carson taste your pretty tits.”
Rebecca whimpered, and Carson groaned, a look of pain chasing over his features. He imagined their mate clenching around his friend, tightening with her pleasure.
“She likes that idea. A lot.”
Aidan chuckled and nudged her. “Give him a taste while I explore this ass.”
Another whimper. Another groan.
But she did as he asked, leaning forward, and the two of them became a mass of gentle shifts of body and breathy moans. He should be jealous, but then he stared at her little pucker waiting for his cock and realized: 1) he’d get a chance to fill her pussy later and 2) he really, really wanted to claim her ass.
With slick fingers, he listened to her pleasure-tinged sounds, some accompanying his movements and others with Carson’s. It didn’t matter who caused her breathy whimpers. His only focus was ensuring none held a hint of pain.
No, when he stretched her ass, preparing her for him, there was nothing but desire coating her.
It felt like hours, his cock throbbing and pulsing, seeming to reach for Rebecca before he determined she was able to take him without pain.
And yet, he still needed to make sure, confirm she wanted to join her life to theirs and tie them together.
“Do you want this, Rebecca?” he murmured, knowing she’d hear him.
She whimpered and nodded, but it wasn’t enough.
“I need the words, sweetheart. Do you want to belong to us? It’s your last chance to say no. Once the wolf grabs me, he’s going to want you.” Eyes locked on the curve of her shoulder, he stroked her spine. “It’ll crave your blood and he won’t be happy until he has it.”
“Yes.” She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him. “Make me yours, yours and Carson’s.”
That was all he needed, all his wolf needed.
Aidan stroked his cock, imagining being inside her. He saw Carson’s cock already embedded in her pussy. He’d be there someday, but he always loved a woman’s ass. It was tight and warm, but above all, it showed trust. Pure trust that he wouldn’t hurt her, that he’d take care of her as he possessed that vulnerable hole.
He rose to his knees, hand gripping the base of his dick as he pointed it toward her entrance. The head of his shaft popped through the outer ring of muscle first, drawing a sharp gasp from his mate. He petted her lower back, easing some of the tension she carried
. He fought to remain still, to hold back the desire to enter her in a swift thrust.
“You okay?” He kept his voice low and soothing.
“Fuck yeah, she is. About to strangle my cock. She’s squeezing so hard.” Carson’s words were tight, and Aidan grinned.
Rebecca nodded, her hair sliding over her back.
Taking her action as permission, he eased deeper, groaning and gasping with the tightening sensations. Hot velvet encircled him, pulled him farther into her body. Her ass blossomed and opened for him, accepting him with ease. His mate wanted this, wanted him inside her, and he ached to grant her every wish.
Slowly, so scared of hurting her, he pushed onward, filling her with more and more of his cock until his hips finally came to rest on her ass. He was inside her, possessing and claiming her like no other would again. This body, her pleasure, belonged to him and Carson now.
Forever.
Aidan stroked her back, kneading her muscles, touching as much of her as he could before he returned to her plump ass. They’d had their share of bony women over the years, but they always came back to females with soft curves that would cradle them and, eventually, their pups.
Someday soon… Carson spoke into his mind, the first time since they’d blown up at each other.
Soon… Aidan agreed.
“Are you ready for me to move?” He kept his voice low and soothing. “You need to lay there, let us pleasure you?”
“Do you want that?” Carson echoed him.
Rebecca nodded.
“Not enough, sweetheart.” Aidan squeezed her globes tight. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want—” Aidan traced her hole where it stretched around his cock, and she gasped, shuddering before she tried again. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to come in me, and I want you to bite me.” He loved her little tremble, so he repeated the action. “Please.”
“Anything for you, Rebecca.” Then, withdrawing slowly and then pushing in with just as much care, Aidan gave her what she desired. “Even if it kills me, I’ll give you anything.”