by Dances
She drank little over the course of dinner, fully aware that the night before she'd consumed far too much alcohol. She wanted to have all her wits about her. She didn't know what was going to happen over the next few hours. She'd slept with all three men now. Would all three of them expect to have sex with her tonight? If she had her wits about her, then she'd be able to be in control of the situation and so she made the conscious decision to drink only water.
Having eaten the last bite of her mousse, she stood and walked to the ballroom, aware that Caden followed her. She headed towards the seating area they'd taken over the night before and sat down on one of the seats. It was hard to believe that last night had been twenty four hours ago. It seemed like a lifetime.
Caden sat down opposite her. They both sat in silence and watched one another broodingly. Within five minutes the other two wolves had joined them. The gold wolf sat beside Caden, and the black wolf sat beside her. He reached for her hand and placed their joined hands on his lap. She stared down at the sight and sighed. How could she deny the pleasure these men gave her? The simple answer was, she couldn't, but that didn't mean she was easy! She was tired and wasn't prepared for a twosome never mind a foursome!
Looking up at the black wolf, she asked, "Name?" Her eyes dared him to give an alias.
"Phelan."
She looked at the gold wolf and waited for him to answer the question.
"Lucas."
She nodded then her gaze traced Caden's features. "You're related, aren't you?"
"Yes, we're cousins."
"I thought so." Her reply was faint. She said nothing else, her gaze darting from one man to another and then to look around the ballroom where couples had started to dance in earnest. There wasn't an urgency like there had been the night before. Apparently some of their baser instincts had been appeased and now they could enjoy the entertainment more fully tonight. Smirking at the thought, she sighed as she looked at the men again and saw they were all looking at her.
"Would you like a drink, Jada?" Lucas asked quietly.
"Thank you, Lucas, but no. I'm not thirsty." She smiled at him gratefully, saw his shoulders relax at her smile, and frowned a little. They were all on eggshells around her, why? "Is everything alright?" she asked hesitantly.
Phelan answered, "Everything is fine as long as you have no regrets."
"I already told Caden I have no regrets, and I have the feeling that I'm not the only thing you've shared," she said pointedly without malice.
Lucas smiled. "You'd be right in thinking that."
Her thoughts once more turned to the night ahead. Her body and mind were tired. She wanted to sleep more than anything, but a part of her wanted at least one of them with her. She wouldn't deny that, but how could she tell them that she didn't want to fuck them, just wanted to sleep with them? They'd expect more from her surely. This masquerade was all about sex. No doubt she'd be the only guest here that wouldn't be having sex tonight. That thought didn't exactly ease her mind because if they weren't having sex with her, then they'd find another willing partner. She didn't like the pattern her thoughts were taking, so, standing abruptly, she said, "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Alone." She walked off and immediately regretted leaving without one of them. It was amazing how quickly a person became used to sleeping with someone. Her body longed for contact with their hard flesh, and she knew that, without one of them with her, she wouldn't sleep so well.
"What are we going to do about this, Caden?" Phelan asked somberly.
"Claim her, nothing else we can do."
"All three of us?" Lucas questioned.
"Of course, she's our mate. We'll just have to share her. If your beast is anything like mine, then it shouldn't be a problem. I've scented both of you on her body and my beast hasn't reacted at all, so it's obviously meant to be. I won't lie and say I'm happy about this, because I'm not. She's my mate. I prefer not to share what's mine, but fate has spoken differently, and I have no choice. Let me say this, though, I am still alpha in this mating," he warned easily.
"Do you think I'm any happier about this than you? I scented her this morning, realized who she was to me, and to you two, and the thought of having to share her damn near killed me. You aren't the only one with a grudge against fate, Caden. Anyway, she might not be willing to be claimed, as you so put it. By one of us,? Maybe. But by all three? No way. Even in our culture, so large a mate group is rare. In her culture it's deemed unnatural and obscene! It's not going to be as easy as you say," Phelan replied heatedly.
"What do you want me to say, Phelan? That we'll let her go? Allow her to return to America? Leave her mates? There is no other option available to us. She is our mate. It's as simple as that. Yes, the mate group is large, but at least she'll have more protection with three of us there to guard her. Times have changed, but a wolf's mate is still precious. She'll be safer with us three. She'll just have to be persuaded to our way of thinking. I'm not disputing how hard it's going to be. Jada is a tough nut to crack and obviously riddled with defenses. The only way you can actually tell what's going on in her mind is through her scent! Her body language gives nothing away, even to me. She's strong enough to have three mates, that I know. And three mates she'll have," Caden answered stoutly.
"How the hell are we going to tell her what we are?" Lucas asked quietly. "She's the only human here. Other males have scented that. Jada's getting more and more attention, so we'll have to watch out for her."
"I don't know. We'll have to deal with telling her as and when necessary. The more often we couple with her, the stronger our scents will be penetrated into her own essence. That will keep the others at bay. I'm not willing to make a formal announcement yet, obviously, but they should be able to scent the alpha in her essence. If they don't leave her well alone because of that, then I'll class that as a challenge. Warn any you think will chase her that I will fight them for her," he replied, eyes flashing, alpha coming to the fore.
"Are we really going to do this?" Phelan asked, blowing out a breath.
"Of course we are, unless you're willing to lay down your claim on her?" Lucas asked pointedly.
Phelan narrowed his eyes angrily and sat up in agitation. Acting quickly, Caden banged his hand down on the sofa. "Enough of this!" He stood. "If I hear of any fights tonight, I won't be pleased."
"Why? Where are you going now? She wanted to sleep alone!" Lucas said wryly.
"She doesn't know what she wants. Surely you can see that! Didn't you smell the regret weeping from her pores when she left? Tonight is for me and her. We'll talk more of sharing in the future, but tonight she's mine to claim." He left the other two staring angrily at his back and stalked out of the ballroom.
"This is going to be difficult," Lucas told Phelan.
"Aye, it is. But I'm sure it will be worth it. She's a special woman." He shrugged. "We share most things in life. It's no real surprise that we're to share a mate. Doesn't mean to say that I'm happy about it!" The two men exchanged a hard look, then stood and headed over to the bar. A few drams of whiskey would make the night pass a lot more pleasantly!
* * * *
Tossing and turning in her bed, Jada sighed into her pillow, once more regretting the absence of her wolves. She sat up in the center of the huge bed and stared around the moonlit room. The windows were open once more. Fresh cold air entered the room in large gusts and remembering this morning, how bright it had been, she quickly untied the curtains around the four poster and hid herself within their enveloping folds. It was pitch black within the bed once she'd done that. She sighed and hoped that it would mean she'd sleep longer if she ever managed to fall asleep at all!
Rubbing a hand to her forehead, she closed her eyes and, making a conscious decision, slowly traced it over her face, down her chest and over her nightshirt until she reached the very bottom edge. Fiddling with it for a second, she sighed and parted her legs. Tenderly she began to rub the soft skin at the center of her core, fingers fluttered over her clit and
down to her entrance, she stroked the length of her pussy and rotated her hips in pleasure whenever she hit a good spot. So involved was she in her ministrations, she didn't hear the door open and close, nor did she hear the man undressing in her room.
Had it been another man, she would have squealed in shock as his head parted the curtains, but she merely sighed when she saw him and his mask.
His gaze was obviously focused on the hand between her legs. "Don't stop, lass." His voice was husky and loaded with lust and blindly, she followed his request.
Chapter Six
Sighing softly, Jada continued to touch herself, her breath hitching as he avidly watched her fingers delve deeply between her parted legs. She wasn't overly comfortable with him watching, knew that she wouldn't be able to climax. Her body far too tense to experience that kind of pleasure whilst he was there, witnessing something she'd only ever done in private before now. So instead, she decided to make a show for him, one she knew he'd be more than willing to watch.
Climbing on the bed, he sat to her side, his hand stroking up and down her leg tenderly with his gaze glued to her pussy. Spreading her legs a little further apart, she tilted her hips and frigged her clit rapidly; despite his presence, her body reacted to the direct touch and surprisingly, she started to pant as his fingers joined hers, one long digit pressing against the entrance to her body, slowly pushing until her hungry pussy absorbed him, sucked him in deep. Crying out, Jada's legs parted further, what had been a show, had suddenly, shockingly become very real. Sensation rippled through her body, as they both worked together to pleasure her. Her unease and discomfort had slowly faded away, her focus had shifted and was now spotlighted on climaxing.
Awkwardly reaching down the bed for his other hand, her moist fingertips pressed against his own, spreading her juices over his hand. Astonishingly comfortable with this intimacy, Jada dragged their clasped hands up and over her body and placed them between her legs, she cupped him into a fist and rasped his knuckles over the swollen nubbin. Crying out in surprise, she placed pressure on his hand and rode his fist for a moment or two. She directed his fingers on to her clit, controlling his movements with a fever born out of need and as the slippery digits slid over her flesh, rubbing that hyper-sensitive ball of nerves, she stopped breathing for a moment, her body tense and waiting for the explosion to come, and come it did. Shouting out in delight, she released his hand and allowed him to touch her throughout her climax, her body as taut as a bow, whilst indescribable, naughty pleasure seemed to ransack its way through her vital organs.
Raising a hand to her eyes, she clenched them tightly shut and begged for calm as her body shivered and trembled. When his long finger dragged against tender sensitive flesh, a whimper escaped her mouth, as that same finger pushed back in and hooked slightly to torment already quivering nerve-endings, a sobbing cry permeated the isolated enclosure. Back bowing, her over-sensitive body reacted to his touch like a moth to flame. Her body felt like dry tinder and his fingers were the match. Together they set her senses alight and although she found it difficult to handle, it was something she was certainly willing to get used to.
Silence reigned for a few moments as Caden allowed her body to come down from the heights it had reached. The intimate joining kept them grounded and connected, his hand pressed against her most secret place, his finger a welcome intruder. The whole situation felt surreal. Reaching down for his hand, Jada pulled him out of her body, then with slumberous eyes, brought his drenched finger to her mouth. His eyes flared and with a dangerous look, he dragged the tip of said finger around the outline of her pouting lips. Leaning down he traced the same curve with his tongue and as her own came out to play, they wrestled for control, Caden easily winning as her ready and willing flesh longed for his touch, for his domination.
A whisper of sound was her only clue before she felt the flat of his hand tap down against the tender skin of her pussy, mewling in displeasure, she clapped her legs together, locking him between them. He laughed slightly, then nuzzling his face against her jaw, he whispered, "Don't want to play?" Not waiting for her answer, he pressed down, penetrating her with a finger. "Do you know how wet you are, lass?" Sighing softly, his breath washed over her neck and he continued, "Sopping wet." He plunged roughly in and out, playing until soft squelching sounds could be heard. "Hear that? Do you have any idea of how fucking sexy that is?" She shook her head, glad he couldn't see the blush covering her cheeks.
With a rough growl, he pulled his finger away from her, then wrapping an arm about her waist, he hoisted her up into a sitting position. Her body lax and trembling, she rested against him trustingly, as he adjusted their positions to wherever he wanted them to be. As he sat back against the pillows at the head of the bed, he reached for her once more and released her when her back lay flat high against his chest. He hooked her legs around his and bent his knees so that she was spread wide open. Caden's hand returned to her pussy. Coating his fingers in her juices, he played with her for countless moments, feeling the tension start to rise in her boneless body, as her hips swayed and her back arched gently against him. With a gentle caress, his hand left her and walked its way downwards. His moist fingers began to play with the rosette of her ass. Spreading her copious juices along that forbidden area, he easily penetrated her. Just a little, to make her aware of his presence. Grabbing his cock in his fist, he rubbed it along the length of her pussy. Spreading the pussy lips with his hardness, Caden felt his way to the entrance of her body and thrust inside her with a controlled breath.
Jada waited for Caden to move, to start to touch her, fuck her. But he didn't, he just kept his cock tucked inside her, his finger penetrating her butt. She tilted her hips, hoping to make him move, rolled them when that didn't work. Her own hand sneaked down to touch herself, but he slapped her on the butt and said, "You want it, lass, you're going to have work for it."
A blush tinged her cheeks, but she knew that he meant what he said. With a rough groan she sat up, it was easier said than done, her back felt lax and weak. She wanted to just lay against him and let him pleasure her. Instead she leaned her body weight on her hands, and using the strength from her arms, she moved her lower body. As she worked her hips, felt his cock slide in and out of her along the finger in her behind, shivers of pleasure trembled along her spine. It was hard to concentrate as her need built, and eventually she moved feverishly, happy with just an inch of a thrust, needing more but knowing she'd never get it. Her body craved the long fast plunge followed by a short thrust that only he could give her. She craved it like cracked, dry terrain needed water. It strummed up her need until eventually she was sobbing against him, working herself into a state of such frustrated desire that had she been watched, Jada would never have recognized herself.
When he spun them awkwardly around on to their knees, she literally stopped breathing in preparation for that one thrust that would rock along the length of her cunt. When he teased her, rocked a little back and forth, she screamed, "Caden! Dammit!" and pushed her butt back against him, inadvertently pulling him out of her. She groaned deep when he moved back in, then her prayers were finally answered. His cock slammed in and out, fast. Within seconds her sobs of need became replaced with sobs of pleasure, as that fat cock worked its magic on her body and a climax rocked her world.
* * * *
Grouchy. That was how she felt this morning. Tired. Achy. Her entire body protested the heavy exercise it had been getting and her head was protesting, too! She had a headache to end all headaches and it was because she hadn't slept the whole night through. Blinking her eyes at the solid blackness that surrounded her, she nevertheless heard the birdsong outside her window and could hear the guests moving about the castle. Jada really didn't know how they did it, how they could sleep so little and wake up so god damned early the next day.
Groaning, she turned on to her side, grimaced as her body moaned at the new position. Jada knew that Caden wasn't there and that really pissed her off. When he h
ad barged his way in the night before, couldn't he have stayed the whole damned night? Would that have been so damned hard? It made her feel cheap and easy and she didn't relish feeling that way! It didn't matter that around those three men, she behaved that way. They didn't have to add to it by abandoning her the morning after. They weren't complaining when she abandoned all of her principles and fucked three strange guys, but when she woke up, they were nowhere to be seen. Narrowing her eyes in anger, she tried to tell herself that she was being ridiculous, that it shouldn't matter whether they left her or not, but no matter how many times she told herself that, Jada knew that it did, that it was important. What they thought of her was important. How could they make her feel so high and so low within seconds? It didn't matter that they weren't even aware that they had this sort of control over her. She did, she knew, and she didn't like it.
Having always managed to remain untouched by her relationships, always staying one step behind to prevent herself from getting hurt, Jada didn't appreciate the way these three men had inveigled their way into her thoughts and feelings. She wasn't used to caring about what men thought of her. All that mattered was what she thought. Her infertility had always held her back from making a true commitment to her long-term boyfriends. She'd never told any of them that she'd loved them, because that would have left her open to too much hurt. In truth she'd never allowed herself to love them at all. Sure she'd grown to care for them, wanted them to be happy and healthy, but love? No, she'd never allowed herself to fall in love because she'd instinctively known that it would all end in tears.