He got up on his knees and rubbed his hands over the firm cheeks of her ass. Then he reached under her and stroked her pussy, already hot and wet for him. He teased her clit, and she rewarded him with a spurt of liquid that coated his hand. He stroked his fingers along her lips until she moaned around Jonas's cock. She squirmed and wiggled her ass, letting him know she wanted more.
No question, she was in control here. He anchored her with a hand on her stomach and rubbed his cock against her slit, coating his shaft until it glistened with her moisture. He positioned himself at her entrance and entered her slowly. She gasped and pushed back against him.
"Relax," he murmured to her. "Let me take my time with you." Hot as he was, he hoped he could stick to the plan. He pulled back a little and entered her again. He molded his body to hers. She felt so damn good.
She started sucking Jonas harder.
"Jesus, I don't know how long I can hold off." Jonas groaned.
He wasn't sure he could last much longer either. The soft keening sounds coming from her throat reverberated along his nerve endings and drove him higher. Could she tell how much she affected him? He leaned over her back, one hand splayed over her lower belly, the other fondling a breast. He nuzzled her neck. He wanted this to be good for her. He barely moved. Instead of pulling out, he twisted his hips.
"Yes, like that," she mumbled around Jonas's cock. She reached a hand back to yank his hair. Jude kissed her back and murmured encouragement.
"Oh, Jesus..." Jonas groaned and pushed his hips up.
His brother seemed on the verge of release. He wasn't far behind. Sable made little mewling sounds and matched him thrust for thrust. He stepped up his pace. It seemed to drive her wild. He slipped a hand down and worked her clit, and she responded by moving back against him harder. She started making soft animal noises, guttural sounds in the back of her throat.
She worked Jonas harder, and he came with a shout. When she released his cock, he slid under her and latched onto a nipple. She let out a low-pitched moan that made Jonas suckle her harder. He released her breast with a pop and turned his attention to the other one.
She howled and came with an intensity Jude felt through his own body. He couldn't hold back, and he abandoned control to the most incredible climax of his life. He emptied himself inside her sweet pussy, and after a few minutes, he rolled to the side, taking her with him.
They lay still, he and Jonas flanking her.
He'd never understand women, and especially not this one. Yesterday she'd been an angry she-wolf. Today she was a beautiful passionate woman—his woman. At least that's how it felt when they made love. Yeah, love. He wasn't in love, not by a long shot. But, damn, it felt good being with her. All his protective instincts surfaced. Damn strange since she was probably a lot stronger than he was. She acted as if she wanted to be with him—them. And she wasn't even chained. The idea of her being restrained like that ticked him off. She deserved a little more freedom. He kissed the bite mark on her neck. "Jesus, Sable, I love being inside you."
She let out a contented sigh.
It felt right. Their bodies so in tune they were more like one person instead of two. Or three.
Chapter Eight
Late Summer 2009 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Karin Connor sat on the suitcase and bounced up and down a few times. Even with her baby weight, she couldn't get it to close. She'd been tempted to buy another set of luggage, but she just didn't feel like shopping for it. Besides, she'd never use it again. Once she moved back to Black Wolf Gorge with her new husband, she planned to stay there for the rest of her life. Trash bags would suffice for anything that didn't fit in a suitcase.
Karin looked up to see Malcolm watching her with a big grin on his face. She crossed her arms over her bulging belly and narrowed her eyes. "What's so funny, Mr. Connor?"
"Sorry." He tried to wipe the smile off his face but didn't quite succeed. "Who would have thought you had so much stuff. You're always in jeans and T-shirts."
Her mouth dropped open. "That is so unfair. You're not exactly Mr. GQ."
He raised an eyebrow. "Only married a few weeks and you're complaining already."
"You started it, and you just talked your way into buying me a new wardrobe after the baby is born."
"My pleasure, sweetheart," he said, turning serious. "Want some help?"
"Absolutely. Let's see you put those impressive muscles to work." She hopped off the case. "Please."
"Since you said please."
That fast, he muscled it shut and snapped the locks. He flexed his impressive biceps, and she pretended to swoon.
"My hero."
"And don't you forget it." He swooped her into his arms and kissed her breathless.
"I bet you need all those muscles to lift me and Junior. This baby is going to be a linebacker for sure." At first she’d been worried about the baby’s size, but Malcolm assured her that Lycan children grew fast and the women only carried them for seven months. According to her last ultrasound, she was eight months pregnant when, in reality, she was barely six. And Malcolm Junior was only half Lycan. Obviously, when it came to size, her son took after his father.
She could hardly believe that in only one month she'd be holding him in her arms instead of in her stomach. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world, reunited with her mate and getting ready to move back to the Pennsylvania Wilds to raise a family. It didn't get any better than that.
She'd fallen into the habit of calling him her mate so easily. He was more than a husband. He was her soul mate, her other half. She rubbed the bite scar on her neck where his mark proclaimed their bond. Even though they had a small civil ceremony with just her mother and aunt present, she felt the importance of his mark more than any piece of paper proclaiming them man and wife. They'd been together since the day he came to the city looking for her, and nothing would ever separate them again.
"A penny for your thoughts, sweetheart." He set her down.
"They're X-rated and worth a hell of a lot more than a penny."
"Now that sounds like an invitation." He made a move to grab her again, and she danced out of his reach.
"Believe me, there's nothing I'd like better, but I have too much to do." She caught his disappointed look. "Tonight, baby, I promise." She shook her head. "I just don't know where all this stuff came from? I haven't been back long enough to accumulate all this, and you didn't bring much with you. Maybe you should have leased a U-Haul truck instead of the Highlander."
"We'll take what we can, and if there's anything else you want, maybe your mother will hang onto it for us. She can send it on, or we'll come back."
"Good idea." Every time she thought about returning to the Pennsylvania Wilds, she got more excited. Despite all the painful memories, it was home, and she couldn't wait to get back. A new life waited for her, one she'd be sharing with the man she loved. She never thought she'd get her happily ever after, but this was a fairy-tale ending if there ever was one.
Malcolm gave her a quick peck on the nose. "I'm going to take the dogs out, be back soon."
She heard Ralf protest when Malcolm put the collar and leash on him. The hybrid was used to running free in the woodlands, but they couldn't take the chance here. He might be spooked by the heavy traffic in the city and get hurt or worse. No matter how much he protested, they refused to let him out on his own. Her tiny Yorkie was already leash trained. She wondered how Wolfie would take to the woodlands. Ralf would probably take him under his wing and show him the ropes. They'd become best buds. Good thing, too, because when the baby came, Wolfie wouldn't get as much attention.
She heard the apartment door open and then her mother's voice scolding Malcolm.
"Oh, come on, now, we're family. What kind of welcome is that? Don't I get a hug and a kiss?
Smiling, she left the bedroom to rescue him.
He looked at her, helplessly, over her mother's shoulder. At six feet four inches, he towered over her.
> "Mom, what are you doing here? We're not leaving until tomorrow."
"What? I can't spend these last few hours with my only daughter and her husband?" She clucked disapprovingly. "I thought you were back for good, and now this man is taking you away again—and my grandson." She wiped a tear from her eye.
"This man is family, remember?" She hugged her mother tightly, wondering what she would say if she knew her son-in-law could shift into a wolf whenever he chose.
"Oh, you know what I mean." She grabbed Malcolm's arm and pulled him in for a group hug. "I just wish you were all staying here."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Stone. We'll bring you out as soon as the baby comes."
"If not before," she admonished him. "And call me Mom. Family, remember?"
Malcolm fidgeted, and Karin grinned at his expression. His own family had been murdered fifteen years ago, and he'd been alone ever since. He wasn't used to being part of a family. Her mother would take some getting used to.
"Sure, Mrs. Uh, I mean. Mom," he stammered.
"That's better, son." She smiled at him then looked down, finally paying some attention to the dogs crouched at her feet.
Wolfie yipped hopefully, and she scooped him up for a cuddle. "I'll miss you, too." The Yorkie bathed her face with his tongue. She set him down and patted Ralf's head. "You're too big to pick up." They never told her he was half wolf. She thought the hybrid was a German Shepherd.
Satisfied with their greeting, the two dogs walked to the door and sat side by side. Wolfie eyed the leashes in Malcolm's hand and barked impatiently.
"I'm here to take you to dinner, so don't be long." She narrowed her eyes at Malcolm.
"Mother, we really hadn't planned on going out."
"I'm not taking no for an answer. This is your last night in Philly, and I want us to have dinner together."
Karin caught Malcolm's eye and shrugged. She knew he'd been looking forward to alone time and some X-rated activity.
He winked and flashed the sexy grin that said, You owe me.
No problem. Whatever his price, she'd be happy to pay up.
* * * *
"You were very sweet with my mother tonight."
"She makes it easy. She's a warm person."
"So are you, baby." She shooed Wolfie off the bed and snuggled closer to Malcolm's big body, as close as she could get with her round tummy between them. His wild, masculine scent and body heat sent her temperature soaring.
"You know you're irresistible." She looked into his eyes, relishing the fact that she could lie in bed with him every night and wake up with him in the morning. They were together—finally. All the time they were apart, she felt a vital piece of her had gone missing.
"I'm glad you think so, but I'm still not sure what your mother really thinks of me. I was afraid when we finally got to meet she'd read me the riot act. I sure as hell deserved it for letting you get away."
"My mother didn't ask a lot of questions. She told me when I was ready to talk, she'd be there. I guess she could see I was hurting and didn't want to press me." She stroked his cheek. "I don't blame you for anything that happened. In your shoes, I might have done the same. Being torn between love and responsibility is a tough choice. And being confronted by a woman you believed dead for fifteen years had to be a shock. You're a good man, and you tried to do right by Sable. She was so alone and vulnerable. I can understand why she didn't want to lose you."
"If I had confided in you from the beginning, we could have worked it out together. My own damn fear, that you wouldn't accept me, kept us apart and put you in a vulnerable position. If Sable had killed you, I'd never forgive myself."
"That's all in the past. Sable's dead. We're together, and nothing else matters." She planted a gentle kiss on his lips.
"I'm so lucky to have you, sweetheart. He turned her around, and she leaned back against him, giving him free access to her breasts. "I love you."
"I love you, too, baby." She whimpered at his touch. Did every couple generate so much heat between them? She didn't think it possible. Any man she knew before Malcolm paled in comparison.
"I think I'm going to miss these." He caressed her breasts.
"You liked them just fine before I got pregnant." Karin covered one hand with hers and directed it where it would do the most good, between her legs. "A little less talking, please, and a little more action."
"Your wish is my command." His deep, throaty chuckle sounded in her ear.
"That's much better." She gasped. "I'm not going to last long at this rate." His growing arousal twitched against her butt. "Neither are you."
She wiggled out of his grasp, got on her hands and knees, and presented her butt to her mate.
"Gods. Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?" He came up behind her and growled in her ear. "Sometimes I think my mark actually turned you Lycan."
"I wish it did," she murmured wistfully. "I'm going to feel awfully left out when Junior is born."
"Never happen. You know I can't stay away from you too long." He guided himself inside her moist entrance. "At this rate you'll be pregnant again as soon as Junior vacates."
"Oh!"
"Gods, Karin. Did I hurt you?" Malcolm's voice lost its lightness.
"In a good way, baby. Jeeez, don't stop now."
"If anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do." He breathed a sigh of relief as he cupped a swollen breast and rubbed his thumb over the marble-hard nipple. He stayed motionless inside her until she squirmed restlessly. Then he pulled out and, in slow, controlled movements, entered her again and again.
She pressed back against him, grinding her hips and murmuring nonsensical words of pleasure that elicited another growl from her mate. He was earthy, uninhibited, and so damn sexy he took her breath away. And he was moving much too slow to suit her. She thrust her hips back harder, encouraging him to pick up the pace. He got the idea and matched her rhythm. His deep, hard penetration drove her crazy. She felt her inner muscles contract around his cock and knew her climax loomed just out of reach. When his finger circled her swollen clit, her ardor built and her blood rushed red-hot through her veins. So much pleasure, almost too much to bear.
She drew a deep breath as his warm mouth closed over the mark on her neck and shivers coursed through her body. His teeth broke the flesh and wild excitement coursed through her, igniting powerful spasms. Mindless, she surged back against him, wanting to be closer still. He held her quivering body, released his seed inside her, and uttered a howl that went straight to her soul.
Chapter Nine
Jonas leaned against the doorframe watching his twin and Sable sleep. Jude spooned her, one arm around her waist, a leg thrown over hers. Since their threesome, two days ago, Jude had slept in Sable's room. The bed was small, but they didn't need much space. Sable's sleek, sensual body molded to Jude's as if she were part of him.
Although the men were twins, they were polar opposites in their preferences, especially those that concerned women. Jonas had never before considered his brother a rival—until now.
Common sense warred with lust. Sable's inviting curves begged to be touched. It should come as no surprise that they both wanted her. But the feelings of jealousy and possessiveness were a shock.
He could so easily slip in beside her and hold her warm body in his arms again. They wouldn't mind. They would even welcome him. Jude had asked him outright why he kept his distance. He claimed work overload, but it was a lie. He hadn't been working at all. It just seemed like Jude and Sable meshed so well together, he felt like an outsider. Almost as if he was infringing on his brother's territory. How fucked up was that?
Truth was really stranger than fiction. Every time he looked at the bite scar on Sable's otherwise unblemished skin, he wanted to put his own mark on her. This ridiculous need to mark his territory and stake out his own claim made him no better than an animal. He needed to keep his distance in order to keep his sanity.
Sable stirred but didn't open her eyes
. In one fluid move, she turned as Jude slid his leg off hers. Now her leg crossed his, and she twined her arms around his neck as he guided his cock inside her. Damn! It was like a fucking ballet.
The room smelled like a whorehouse. The heavy odor of sex stimulated his senses like an aphrodisiac, and his swollen member begged for attention. He slipped a hand in his shorts and fisted his stiff cock.
Jude's steady thrusts grew harder. Sable whimpered and matched his rhythm. Jonas pumped faster, his balls tightened as release loomed.
Fuck!
He felt like some pervert at a peep show. He would not get off by watching his brother fuck the woman he wanted. Just for the sex, of course. He had a real woman in his life. One he would marry someday. Jude didn't, so why not let him have Sable. And the way he was riding her, she'd be pregnant before long.
* * * *
Drifting between sleep and wakefulness, Sable felt Jude's warm body against her bare back, and she snuggled closer. She liked the feel of his arm wrapped possessively around her waist and his muscular leg draped over her thigh.
His growing erection nudged her bare bottom as if it had a life of its own. Desire rose in her veins, and she turned in his arms. He moved instinctively to accommodate her, and his cock found its way to her center like a homing pigeon. They were made for each other, no doubt about it. She moved against him, rubbing her clit against the coarse hair at his groin. He cupped her butt, burying his hard shaft deeper inside with each thrust. He touched a place no one had ever reached before, physically and emotionally.
The small room smelled of their sex, but under it, she detected another scent, Jonas's arousal. He was close by. Maybe he'd join them. Sex with Jude was heaven, but Jonas could take them even higher. Disappointment flooded her when his scent drifted off. Screw him. He was probably just checking up on them. Jude didn't want her chained. At least not when they were together. Jonas didn't like it, but he gave in.
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