by Abby Blake
“Jay…”
“Don’t, babe. Don’t deny us what we both need.”
She hadn’t really been certain what she’d intended to say, but his admission that he needed her had liquid heat coursing through her veins.
“He said I was frigid.”
“He’s a fucking idiot,” Jayden said as he shifted so he could run his fingers through the lips of her pussy. He lifted his hand to her mouth and touched a wet finger to her lips. “Does this seem like the reaction of a frigid woman?”
Her tongue darted out, licking her lips and tasting her own essence as she watched him suck her juice from his fingers. He smiled wickedly as she writhed under him, suddenly desperate to belong to this man.
He rolled onto his side, turning her as well so that she was once again spooned, with her back against his chest. He used his jean-clad thighs to trap her legs, the knee between hers holding her open to his marauding fingers. She gasped as he found her clit, toying with and teasing the rapidly swelling nub.
His other arm wrapped around her, held her tight against him as his hand plucked at her already stiff nipple. The feeling of helplessness, of being trapped, was doing strange things to her mind. Somehow she trusted this man like no other. He was her best friend, and in his arms, even when she was unable to move, she trusted him wholeheartedly.
He pushed a finger into her pussy, then two, gently fucking her with them as he ground the heel of his hand against her clit. She writhed, every thought in her head focused on only this man and how he played her body. Raw passion surrounded her, burned through her, washed over her.
“Come for me,” he said quietly.
She felt her orgasm burst and cried out at the incredible sensation. Every inch of her tingled, electricity arcing through her entire body as heat drenched her. Gasping for air, Violet could almost swear her bones had melted. She twitched slightly, the aftershocks jolting her harder against Jayden’s big body.
“Shit.” Perhaps not the most elegant of words, but she’d never felt anything like that before in her life.
“See,” Jayden said smugly. “He was the fool who didn’t know what he had. You are a very passionate woman.” He kissed her again, and she could almost feel herself glow at his praise.
He still held her trapped, but she wanted to touch him, to give him pleasure, to offer everything she could give. She tried to roll over, but he easily held her in place.
“Get some sleep.”
“But…” No other words came to her mind. Didn’t he want her? Was he just proving to her that Bruce had been wrong? “But…what about you?”
“I’m fine,” he said quietly. “Get some rest.”
Chapter Three
Jayden ground his teeth and tried not to press his rock-hard cock against her ass. What the hell was he thinking? He’d wanted this woman in his bed for months, had even known she was attracted to him, but she’d never given him any signal for him to believe his advances would be welcomed. In fact, she’d given him the exact opposite on the night of her birthday.
But the moment they’d healed her and the changes had begun, he’d discovered something amazing. Realizing that she was his mate had sent his heart soaring. So what did he do? He practically mauled her moments after her ex attacked her. Talk about selfish behavior. He really wished one of his brothers was still here to kick his ass. He could use a good hard wallop upside the head about now.
“Don’t you want me?”
Fuck. That was the last thing he wanted her to think. “Babe, believe me when I say I want you.” He pressed his cock against her ass for a moment but quickly pulled away when he felt his body quicken with frantic need once more.
She moaned and pressed back against him, following his retreat. He wrapped a hand around her hip to hold her still. “Yes, I want you, but…but I want you too much. I doubt I could be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to fuck me.”
Jayden swallowed. Her raw words and passionate plea had him hard enough to cut diamonds, and he could barely think past his need to be inside this woman.
“Jayden. Please.”
He rolled off the bed, dragging at his clothes, frantic to be free of the barrier that held him away from her. She rolled onto her back and held her arms open for him. He went willingly, his instinct to possess overriding all else.
He pressed his cock against her wet slit and groaned as he felt her muscles contract. Desperately holding on to his last shred of sanity, Jayden pressed into her pussy slowly, giving her time to accommodate his size before pushing a little deeper.
* * * *
Violet panted, the stretching, burning feeling nearly overwhelming. Holy shit, he’d felt big pressed against her bottom, but the reality was so much more. Every inch that sank into her made her gasp.
Slowly her body adjusted to his size, and finally pleasure swelled through her at the way they fit together. She could see the strain on his face as he tried to control himself. “I’m okay,” she whispered as he slid out slowly and then pushed back in.
He did it again, a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. She lifted her hips to meet him, anxious to show him that he wasn’t hurting her. He smiled then, that perfect show of white teeth that complemented his handsome face so well.
He sped up. His movements more forceful, more wild, more satisfying. She groaned as her body began to shake, orgasm creeping up on her once more. He grabbed her hips, dragged her closer, thrust in harder.
But then he stopped all movement, held himself rigid, still buried in her body.
His eyes were closed, his face twisted in near pain, his breathing hard, labored, as if he was trying to hold himself in check. He pulled away, but she barely had a moment to protest before he flipped her onto her hands and knees and thrust into her from behind. His hands gripped her hips tight, his movement wild as he fucked her hard and fast.
He wrapped a hand under her, grabbed her slippery clit, growled at her to come. Actually growled the word. Her body exploded into movement, every muscle shaking, her arms collapsing, pushing her ass in the air as he pounded into her quivering flesh over and over and over. He grunted as he came, his cock seeming to grow in size as he pumped his seed into her body.
He collapsed to the side, dragging her with him, his cock still lodged deep in her body. She moved her hand, tired but needing to touch him, needing the tactile reassurance. She ran her hand over the forearm wrapped around her middle, surprised by how hairy the limb felt. She glanced down, confused by the dark hair that completely covered the limb.
But then Jayden thrust into her once more, his hand in her hair pulling her gaze away from her stomach. He held her immobile, fucking her deeper and faster, his cock still hard, her orgasm building once more.
Harder, deeper, faster, he fucked her like she’d only ever imagined. She screamed as her orgasm broke, every muscle shaking, every nerve quivering, every inch of her swimming in liquid heat as he again pumped his cum deep into her body.
She couldn’t find words, couldn’t tell him how incredible she felt. She could only lie in his arms and try to breathe through the most amazing feelings of her life. She felt exhausted, but energized, completely spent, but somehow renewed.
Violet caressed his arm again, smiling when she felt warm skin and sparse hairs. She glanced down, confirming what her brain knew. Geez, she had one hell of an imagination. She smiled to herself. Considering that she’d never, ever experienced something quite so amazing, she supposed she was allowed to have a few wild imaginings.
* * * *
Jayden held his mate in his arms. He hadn’t meant to make love to her—he’d sensed both of his brothers’ reactions to this woman—but memories of what had happened and what might’ve happened if he hadn’t come home early tonight had swelled through his brain, and he’d reacted on instinct. He loved this woman. He’d loved her for months, maybe even before she’d broken her engagement to Bruce, but somehow he wasn’t sure that was going
to make up for any of it when she learned what they’d done by healing her. He should have explained it all to her before he’d fucked her like a wild man.
Violet would probably feel betrayed when he told her.
Fuck.
He needed to talk to his brothers.
* * * *
Declan rushed into the office just as the phone stopped ringing.
“Damn.” That pretty much summed up the type of day he was having. Everything that should have been routine and simple was proving unusual and complicated—even answering the stupid telephone.
He was halfway out the door when it started to ring again. He dashed back into his office, snatched the receiver, and practically growled the greeting he was supposed to say.
“Declan? Is everything okay?” Jayden asked in a concerned voice. Declan stifled a sigh and made a concerted effort to sound relaxed. After everything that had happened in the past few days, the last thing Jayden needed was to worry that something was wrong back home. He and Brandon were both very proud of their youngest brother wanting to study human medicine and didn’t want him to feel they were being overworked without the extra help here. It was true, they were way too busy, but Jayden just didn’t need to know it.
“Sorry, Jay, I kicked my toe as I ran to answer the phone.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. He had jammed his toe. It just wasn’t the reason for his bad mood. “What can I do for you?”
“Uh…remember Violet?”
Of course he did. Declan hadn’t been able to get her image or her sweet scent out of his mind. The certainty that she was his mate had been growing exponentially every moment that he spent away from her. It didn’t hurt that the woman was hot with a capital “H.” Even as they’d healed her, he hadn’t been able to miss that she was deliciously sexy and curved in all the right places. He ground his teeth together, hoping that his brother wasn’t calling to brag about getting some loving.
“Well, I don’t think we should tell her what happened.”
Declan shook his head. Surely he’d misheard. Not telling the woman of her newly acquired furry alter ego would surely lead to disaster. She needed help and support and patient explanation. It was probably still months before she’d be able to shift fully, but all she had to do was step on some scales or notice her growing strength and things could get quickly out of hand. Surely, Jayden wasn’t considering doing something as foolish as keeping the information from her.
“Say that again,” Declan said, managing to hold on to his temper by a single thread.
“I’m sorry, Dec. I just don’t think she needs to know, yet. She avoids scales like the plague. She’s unlikely to notice the gradual weight gain, and it won’t change her overall shape anyway. She’ll—”
Declan cut off his younger brother as his vision blurred and his fist somehow lodged itself in the wall beside him. “You fucking arrogant little asshole! We have to tell her!”
“I’m sor—”
Declan hung up. Although, slammed the phone down would probably be a more accurate description. He managed to extricate his fist from the wooden paneling of his office wall, but he scowled at the hole, mentally laying blame for that on his youngest brother as well.
He tried to take deep, calming breaths. A part of him could understand Jayden’s reluctance to explain to Violet what had happened to her, but the fact that his own attraction for the woman had only grown in the twenty-four hours they’d been home was making him just a little crazy. They were already damn busy here and with the new ski season about to start, were only going to get busier. Neither he nor Brandon could afford time away, but he really didn’t want to explain to his youngest brother over the phone that the woman he had fallen in love with was also the mate of both his brothers.
“Brandon?” he asked as he stepped into the shed where his brother was working.
“Over here,” Brandon called absently as he bent over the engine of the snowmobile and fiddled with a part that Declan didn’t recognize. Mechanics had never been his thing. He was more than happy to spend his time dealing with customer complaints rather than trying to figure out how machines worked.
“I just spoke to Jayden. Well,” he said with a self-deprecating laugh, “technically, I just hung up on Jayden. I think one of us needs to go back and help him explain everything to Violet.”
“Why can’t Jayden just do it?” Brandon asked as he tried to undo what seemed to be a particularly stubborn nut. “I need to get this fixed and the others serviced before Friday.”
“I know,” Declan said as his mind once again filled with details. The peak ski season was about to start, and with a snowstorm forecast for the weekend they needed to make sure everything was in proper working order. A major blizzard could cut them off from civilization for days, even weeks. It was both the blessing and the curse of living in the middle of ski country. Of course they had their furry alter egos in an emergency, but with so many people staying at the lodge it was something they tried to avoid.
Declan practically shook himself as he tried to get back to the matter at hand. Brandon was watching him with a scowl, so he figured it was probably a good idea to get to the point.
“Jayden doesn’t want to tell her.”
“What?” Brandon asked with no small amount of disbelief. “How the fuck does he expect to explain her furry form the first time she shifts?”
Declan shook his head as Brandon dropped his spanner and headed over to the sink to clean up. “I probably should have talked some more rather than hanging up, but I was angry enough to put my fist through the wall.”
Brandon turned sharply to stare at him. Declan merely shrugged in return. He’d always been the calm, controlled decision maker, and it took a lot for him to become angry. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d lost his temper.
“Is Jayden okay?”
That was just like Brandon. He was right in the middle, one older brother, one younger, and he seemed to spend a lot of time looking out for them both.
“I don’t know,” Declan answered honestly. “I didn’t get around to asking.”
“Okay, we need to call him and let him know that she’s our mate. I know it’s not something you wanted to explain over the phone, but I think the three of us need to come to some sort of agreement. If we’re all her mates, then we need to figure things out between us before we speak to Violet.”
“I agree,” Declan said, running an agitated hand through his close-cropped hair. “It’ll be months before she’s fully capable of shifting. I suppose the explanation on what happened can wait until we’re sure that we really are her mates.” He took a deep breath, trying to still his agitation. “We’ll call Jayden back and explain, but I really think we need to visit again just to be certain.” There was still a small chance that he and Brandon had been mistaken and the woman wasn’t really their mate.
Again Brandon gave him that curious look. Then he glanced around the shed, probably mentally cataloging the work that still needed to be done, before asking, “Do you want to go first, or should I?”
* * * *
By the end of her shift at the diner, Violet almost had herself convinced that last night was a really big mistake. She even had a little speech prepared on how they’d be able to pretend it never happened.
But the moment she walked in the door she wanted to step into his arms and do it all again. Jayden looked tired, but he held his arms open, and she couldn’t resist.
“Babe, you are a sight for tired eyes.”
She hugged him close. “I thought you didn’t have any classes today? Don’t you usually use Tuesdays to catch up on your sleep?”
He nodded against her head. “Have you eaten?”
“I ate at the diner.”
“Good, let’s go get some rest.” From anyone else she would have considered that a sleazy line to get her into bed, but from Jayden she knew it was exactly what he meant. She’d slept quite well last night, but considering how Jayden held her, she figured he probably
hadn’t slept at all.
“Are you okay?”
“I am now,” he said with a jaw-cracking yawn. He shuffled her toward his bedroom without breaking their embrace, and a few minutes later she found herself naked and spooned against his warm body.
But this time she had trouble falling asleep.
Something was obviously bothering him. She had a few paranoid theories—he regretted last night, it was only a one-night stand, he was trying to let her down easy—but none of them explained her nakedness.
“Jayden, are you still awake?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“Should we talk about last night?”
He stiffened, and a cowardly part of her wanted to drop the subject and go to sleep. But a far larger part of her needed to know what was going on.
“Sure, babe, what’s on your mind?”
She hesitated, unsure where to start. The words “I’m too old for you” fell from her lips before she could take them back.
“No, you’re not.” He said it so simply that it was hard not to believe his confident dismissal of her biggest worry.
“I’m just a waitress who’ll probably never be anything more.” That was such a depressing thought that she was very grateful to have her back to him. She closed her eyes to hold the tears at bay. She’d made her choices a long time ago. She had no right feeling sorry for herself now.
“Why are you a waitress?”
“Huh?” Nobody had ever asked her that before.
“I mean,” he said, shifting so that he could see her a little better. “Why didn’t you go to college? You’re obviously intelligent enough.”
“Obviously not,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh. “I got involved with Bruce, and together we decided that I would keep house and raise the babies while he studied to be a world-class surgeon.” She sighed tiredly. “You saw how well that worked out.”