by Maia Dylan
“Fuck, that looks hot,” Grant murmured from behind her. She looked back as far as she could and saw that he had moved to sit with his back against the wall, slowly stroking his cock, his eyes glued to where Kyle was now moving in and out of her body in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Feels fucking hot, too, brother.” Kyle spoke through gritted teeth and his movements sped up.
Melaina looked back at him, loving the play of emotions across his face as the pleasure and heat the two built between them began to consume them. She could feel her orgasm building within her, with wave after wave of pleasure rippling through her entire body. Soon the approach of her release was speeding toward her at an almost alarming rate, and she threw her hands out to her sides, gripping the bedsheets tightly in her fists.
She had to tell him, warn him, that she was going to come for him, and come hard. “Kyle, baby, I’m…I’m gonna—” And then she was screaming his name to the room, her entire body convulsing beneath the power of her orgasm. She felt Kyle start to buck into her uncontrollably, and from the way his cock thickened within her, she knew he was close to losing control himself.
Then, with a roar, Kyle slammed his hips into her and she felt him spurting within her, flooding her pussy with his cum. She held still as his release triggered small aftershocks of her own release and she reveled in the moment. Her legs slipped apart as Kyle slumped forward and she cradled his body with her arms and her legs when he lay down over her, both of them breathing hard. Melaina smiled when she realized that their hearts were beating fast, but they seemed to be in time with each other—and as far as she was concerned, that was exactly how it should be.
* * * *
Grant returned from the bathroom with a wet, warm cloth just as Kyle pulled gently from their mate. They both moaned at the loss and Grant grinned when he saw that Kyle swayed unsteadily on his feet.
“You a little faint there, brother?” he asked with a wink as Kyle moved out of the way and Grant used the warm cloth to wipe gently between their mate’s legs.
Kyle moved to lie back on the bed with a groan. “Fuck off. You wait until you get inside her. She’ll destroy you just as surely as she’s destroyed me.”
Grant and his painfully erect cock desperately hoped so. He looked into his mate’s face, telling himself that if he saw any sign of fatigue or pain, then their night ended here. When all he saw was heat and desire, he sent a prayer of thanks to the gods and helped Melaina to sit up. Once she was sitting upright, he tugged her up into his arms. He turned so that he could lie back on the bed, and she was hovering above him on her knees straddling his thighs.
Melaina looked down at him, and the slow smile she gave him had his cock thickening to painful proportions. “You know, I have often wondered about being on top.”
“Really, baby?” Grant asked as he moved to gently cup her hips in his palms. “What have you wondered about?”
“The thought of being in complete control of my own pleasure, and knowing that I am the one in control of yours, is a pretty huge turn-on for me.” Melaina reached between her own thighs, and gripped him in her hand, moving to press the head of his cock against the heat of her pussy.
“Fuck,” Grant groaned through gritted teeth as he fought the urge to pull her down and take him to the hilt. His mate had never really felt like she had been in control of her own life for so long. He could understand the appeal in having control in this moment, and he’d be damned if he did anything to take that away from her. Breathing deeply, forcing every muscle in his body to his will, he stayed still, waiting for her to decide what to do next.
Melaina stared into his eyes and she twisted her hips gently as she dropped to take him in an inch. “Oh, God, Grant,” she said in a moan. She took her hand off his rock-hard cock, sliding the backs of her hands up the sides of her own body, lifting them up into her hair as her head fell back and she rotated her hips in slow circles, not moving until she had taken all he had to offer.
“Fuck, Melaina, you look so damn hot,” Kyle muttered from beside them and Grant had to agree. He was about to tell her just how beautiful she looked but was robbed of breath and thought when he felt their mate’s pussy ripple around him as she tightened her inner muscles.
“Jesus. H. Christ!” He growled as he threw his head back, unable to stop himself from slamming his hips forward. Melaina cried out in pleasure at the move, and despite knowing that she would love the pleasure he could bring her, he exhibited a control he never knew he possessed and lay back down on the mattress.
Melaina leaned forward, planting her hands on his chest, her silken black hair falling forward. She began to move up and down on him, taking him into her in a slow, steady rhythm that had him growling low in his chest. He reached up and cupped both her breasts, rolling her pert, pink nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Melaina groaned in pleasure at the move and Grant thought that Kyle was right about her liking the spanking they were planning. Their mate liked a bite of pain with her pleasure.
Melaina locked her stormy gaze on his, flicking her hair in a sexy-as-fuck move so that it all lay over her right shoulder, and then she settled in to move. She began to rock her hips up and down against him, slamming herself up and down his cock in a sensuous move that had her breasts moving in the most enticing way. She leaned forward even more, placing most of her weight on her arms and bracing against his chest, and Grant couldn’t help but look down.
He watched as his glistening cock appeared, then disappeared as she fucked him. He was so enthralled that he wasn’t prepared for what she did next. In a move that would make him and his brother her slaves for the rest of her life, she began to slam her hips up and down in rapid succession, that had him groaning out loud, reaching out to grip the bed sheets, just as she had earlier.
“Good God almighty.” Grant groaned. His orgasm was coming fast and he was helpless to stop it. “Christ! That’s it, baby, fuck me, take me, make me yours. I—shit—you got me, baby, I’m coming! Christ. Melaina!” And with a roar, Grant was thrown from the precipice of sanity and into the insane turmoil of pleasure. Above the echoing roar of his own voice and the pounding of his heart, he heard his mate screaming his name as she found her own release. He gripped her hips hard, holding her down against him as tightly as he could. The feel of her pussy rippling around him, signaling her release, made him shout in triumph.
He had pleasured his mate. She had come hot and hard around his dick and fucked him to his own pleasure in a way that took the last part of his heart and soul and stamped her name all over it. There had been no doubt before that moment that they were mates. The Quickening had been a sure sign of that. But in this moment, this perfect moment where his heart and hers were joined just as surely as their bodies, it was obvious that they were destined for each other in this life and all others.
As he wrapped his arms around the shaking form of his mate after she slumped spent against him, Grant made a solemn vow. He would protect this woman with his life, he would love her with everything in him, he would never be able to leave her, and he refused to let his father and their past affect their future. Because for him and Kyle, there was no future without Melaina. They just had to convince her that the same held true for her.
Chapter Eleven
“Wake the fuck up!” Kyle flinched at the voice in his head. It was one he knew well, and a tone he was also very familiar with. “I fucking mean it, you asshole. If you don’t wake the fuck up this instant, I am going to come out there and rip you a new orifice with which to either eat through or shit out of, I don’t fucking care which.”
“I’m awake, Ty,” Kyle sent back, snuggling farther into the blanket and pressing his face against the soft, warm skin of Melaina’s shoulder. Melaina was draped over Grant, and Kyle spooned her entire body from behind. Thankfully their mate liked to feel the heat of both their bodies pressing against her in the night, because neither he nor Grant were prepared to sleep without being completely pressed against her.
> Despite the rude awakening, it felt good to talk to their Alpha along the communal link they shared. The chemical cocktail they had been feeding him, Grant, and Melaina had made any type of telepathy painful. Kyle never knew how much he depended on that link to his brother, his Alpha, and now his mate until that link was taken from him.
He hoped his Alpha would hurry up with whatever he wanted to say. Kyle had every intention of waking their mate up right that morning. It seemed like the thing to do after the night they had enjoyed. They had reached for Melaina on multiple occasions throughout the night, and she for them. And despite having spent much of the night before loving on his mate, he wasn’t anywhere near done with her.
“Only just barely, you asshole.” Although there was definitely a mixture of anger and frustration in his tone, there was a thread of relief there, too. “Now stop fucking thinking about your mate. You are projecting that down our link and Trent and I are starting to think about our mate. And right now she has to deal with breastfeeding two ravenous baby boys and I can tell you from experience, Faith does not take kindly to Trent and me trying anything sexual with her in this moment.”
“Damn, Ty,” Grant added to the conversation, and Kyle caught the amusement he was feeling fill the familial bond that they shared. “I wouldn’t want to be on the bad side of that mate of yours. She’d tear you up and leave you to bleed.”
“You think I haven’t already been there? Hell, boy, I’m almost ready to call it home,” Ty answered, pride in his mate obvious in his tone. “Of course, I know that. I’m the fucking Grey River Alpha. I know a lot of shit about a lot of shit. But what I don’t know is where the hell you two have been for the past four days. Tomas and Diego have filled us in on what happened after we lost contact with you in Salt Lake, but for the past four days, there has been nothing beyond our link to you but a black fucking void.”
“That was the Jax,” Grant explained. “With all the drugs the—”
“I fucking know that, you moron!” Ty roared down their link and both he and Grant flinched at the dominance that came with it. “As I said before and the fact that I have been your boss for the past four years, I know a lot of shit. The last thing the Reyes brothers knew was that Melaina had been fighting at the Parklands facility with them, and then she disappeared. They knew she went after both your sorry asses, but nothing since then. Where the fuck have you been?”
“Recovering,” Kyle summarized, figuring going into minute detail wouldn’t help the situation at all.
“And what, you couldn’t find the time to make a damn phone call?” Trent’s dry tone came down the link, making Kyle grin. Ty was the hotter-headed of the two, that was for sure. On more than one occasion he had watched Trent talk his brother down from whatever redlined rage he had worked himself into.
“Trent.” Their mate’s bemused tone entered the conversation, “Aristos will have all your phone lines tapped. If we’d wanted him to know exactly where we are, and turn up with his men for another chance of killing us, then I would have just called him directly. It would have been a hell of a lot faster.”
Shocked silence followed, and Melaina moved to sit up between him and Grant. It illustrated just how shocked he was that he wasn’t distracted beyond a quick glance down by her firm, naked breasts, available for his viewing pleasure. “What?” she asked, out loud this time, and he shared an awed look with Grant.
“Baby, how did you do that?” Grant asked.
Melaina frowned and tilted her head to the side. “Do what?”
“How the hell were you able to hear Trent?” Kyle answered, moving to sit up beside her, wrapping his left arm low around her hips. “That link is communal to our Alphas and the male members of our pack. Only.”
“Oh. Really?”
“Yes, really,” Ty answered. Kyle shared another what-the-fuck look with his brother. Never before had their Alpha actually been able to hear what was being said verbally outside their link. Kyle looked to the bond that connected him to the Alpha pair and he could see that the link seemed to be brighter than ever before, and it was held open.
“None of our mates have the ability to communicate along this bond,” Trent added, intrigue clear in his tone. “Cassadee Carter has the ability to talk with just about anyone on the planet, a hangover from her own father’s fucked-up experiments, but she has never been able to speak along any pack or familial links before, other than with her mates. She usually creates her own bridge.”
“Which begs the question,” Ty continued, “of how in the hell you were able to do that? Not only were you able to push into that link, but you held the fucking thing open? We could hear everything that you were saying and thinking and I don’t mind admitting it was a little fucking freaky. And I do have to take my hat off to you, Kyle. If our mate were to be sitting in front of me with her beautiful breasts naked for my viewing, I would most definitely be taking advantage of that.”
Kyle grinned at Melaina’s shocked expression and she glanced downward as if to confirm that she was actually sitting there naked. The fact that she shrugged, looked back at him, and grinned meant she was more than comfortable with her nudity, which was a good thing, because that was exactly how they planned to keep her most of the time.
“Dude,” Trent complained amusement in his voice. “Have mercy on us, would ya? With Faith doing the mom thing, it has definitely put the slowdown on our intimate time. You and Grant projecting your desire for your mate so damn strongly down our bond is as painful as it is nauseating.”
“Sorry, Trent,” Grant said with a laugh. “She makes it difficult for us not to think those thoughts by simply being so damn beautiful.”
“We’re happy for you, honestly,” Ty answered seriously. “But I would really like to know how you did that, Melaina, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Melaina nodded. “Not at all. I can see into Kyle and Grant’s minds. With the bond we have, it’s easy. I usually have to exert some power in order to gain access. When I did that to you, Ty, I had to exert some serious power in order to break through.”
Kyle frowned and made a mental note to ask her about that at a later date.
“I still don’t like to think about that particular moment.” Ty’s wolf was in his voice this time. Whatever had been happening in that moment, and how that made him feel, was obviously not something he was extremely happy about.
Melaina winced. “Yeah, I am sorry about that. But in my defense, I had only just found out about shifters. I was more than a little concerned for Xanthe’s welfare, and you just bounded into the room without me hearing you.”
Ty made a small scoffing sound. “I’m Alpha. If I don’t want you hearing me, then you sure as hell won’t.”
“I think we might have gotten off track here,” Grant interjected. “Yes, our mate is beautiful and wickedly talented in all things psychic, but was there another reason for this early morning wake-up call?”
“You two have been out of contact for the past four days!” This time, it was Trent’s anger rippling along the bond. “And because none of you decided to pick up the damn phone, our mate, and the mate of the largest, deadliest Enforcer team leader in the goddamn world, have both been worried sick.” Kyle saw Melaina’s expression turn troubled at the mention of her sister Xanthe. “Add to that the fact that our mate has been ripping us both a new asshole each day we haven’t heard from you, and you get why we have been trying to track your sorry asses down!”
“Is Xanthe okay?” Melaina’s voice was quiet, but there was no missing the pain in her tone. Kyle reached out and gripped her hand in his while Grant mirrored the move on the opposite side.
There was a slight pause and Kyle caught the shimmer of regret on the bond. “She’s fine, Melaina,” Trent continued, his voice softening. “She misses you and she is worried as hell. She and Parris have been secretly meeting to plan their own rescue. They don’t stand a chance because Hunter, Dane, Jase, and Rhys are practically sitting on them both, but they just want y
ou to come home.”
“And Pepper?” Kyle asked, and winked at her when Melaina sent him a small smile of thanks.
“Physically? Her injuries are healing just fine,” Ty informed them, but Kyle noticed the caveat he had added.
“But she’s not emotionally, is she?” Melaina asked and Kyle’s heart bled at the sight of tears shimmering in her eyes. The woman was so damn strong, and nothing ever fazed her, but hearing that Pepper was hurting caused her physical pain.
“No, she’s not.” Ty sighed. “She’s not talking to anyone but Parris, but she’s doing everything the doctors ask of her. Rowena Jamieson is a qualified therapist and specializes in treating women who have been through traumatic experiences, and she is meeting with Pepper once every couple of days.”
That was good. Rowena had helped a couple of the women who were mated to some of his friends. Pepper had been through experiences more traumatic than most, but if there was anyone who could help her, Kyle believed it would be Rowena.
“The short of it is,” Ty continued, “that you need to come home. All of you. Grey River is strong alone, but stronger together.” Kyle smiled at Ty’s familiar mantra. “Aristos is licking his wounds, but you know he is going to come out swinging hard and fast. We can’t let the fucker keep us separated.”
“But—”
“I know what you are going to say, Melaina, but you need to hear what I am saying. I get that you want to keep the fight as far away from your sisters as possible, and all three of them are here. But that is impossible now.”
Kyle flicked a quick glance at Grant, and sure enough, his frown told Kyle he’d heard the same definitive tone in their Alpha’s voice. “What’s happened, Ty? Why are you so sure we need to come back?”
To be fair, Kyle had an idea what that might be, but he knew that his mate would need to hear it from Ty. She wouldn’t take it from him or Grant.