Assembly: The Feral Souls Trilogy - Book 2

by Woods, Erica

  She deserved to be pampered.

  I growled low in my throat and leaned down to lick a trail from the top of her jeans up the sweet expanse of skin I’d uncovered. A startled giggle tore from her, cut off by a moan as I swirled my tongue into her belly button and rumbled my appreciation against her delicious flesh.

  Tastes so good . . .

  Claws shot out of my fingers and the skin along my back rippled. Was close to losing control. Wanted her too much.

  I jerked away and flopped to my back next to her. “Jason.” The name came out warbled, my lengthening fangs making speech difficult.

  But he understood.

  “You’re looking good enough to eat, love,” he said, stretching out on her other side. “And knowing how good you taste . . .”

  My wolf pushed and strained, wanting our female.

  “ . . .I don’t think I can wait.”

  While I struggled to control my wolf and the furious need roaring through our blood, Jason took Hope’s mouth in a kiss that made her moan.

  My cock jerked.

  My female makes the sweetest sounds.

  I stared up at the ceiling.

  She moaned again.

  Too sweet.

  And again.

  Fuck!

  I hissed out a breath, silently threatened to strangle my wolf if he didn’t pull back, and gave Jason’s shoulder a push.

  He tumbled over the edge of the bed and landed with a dull thump, dragging a startled breath from my female.

  “He’s fine,” I snapped, refusing to acknowledge the sliver of remorse pawing at the back of my skull. Jason’s glaring face popped into view, and I bared my teeth in a half-smile. “Thought you’d be heavier.”

  “Than what, a mountain?”

  I grunted; half expected him to throw a punch, but he just shook his head, glare melting into a grin, and jumped back onto the bed.

  “Next time, just ask, will you?”

  I shrugged, eyes snapping to Hope at the sudden beautiful sound of her laughter.

  “You guys . . .” She glanced between us, eyes dancing. “You’re so weird.”

  “Weird is good for the soul, love.”

  Couldn’t tear myself away from my female. When she smiled . . . “So beautiful.”

  Instead of preening like any sensible female should when her male admired her beauty, she ducked her head. “T-thank you.”

  I frowned, the less mobile skin of my scar stretching taut. “You’re beautiful,” I said again, and this time Hope visibly blanched.

  An angry snarl escaped me. “Who told you otherwise?” When she remained silent, I glared at Jason. “Who told her?”

  Mouth a grim line, Jason turned to our ridiculously closed-mouthed female. “You are beautiful, love, and whoever told you otherwise is a fool.”

  Almost snarled at him. He hadn’t found her beautiful in the beginning. He’d never said so, but knew it’d taken him a while to see it.

  Not me.

  Had known the moment I’d laid eyes on her.

  “Come here.” I pulled her against me, her head on my chest, one of her tiny hands resting on my torso. “Comfortable?”

  She nodded, studiously avoiding my gaze.

  Another frown pulled at my skin, a faint ache throbbing along the ruined flesh of my scar. “You don’t think you’re beautiful?”

  A small shake of her head.

  “What about you isn’t perfect?”

  She flinched, buried her face deeper against me and avoided looking at me. “I . . . Um . . . Everything? My hair—”

  “Is gorgeous,” Jason said. He leaned on his elbow, one hand stroking her back. “Long, and lustrous—”

  “Lustrous?” Hope sputtered. “It’s a boring, dull brown.”

  “Not boring,” I growled. “Enough of this.” Was inconceivable that she found herself less than perfect. No other could compare, no other had her light, her smile, her big brown eyes. “You’re beautiful. You don’t think so, then you’re wrong.” I shook my head. “Silly female.”

  Mouth falling open, she pulled back enough to stare up at me.

  “Don’t call her silly,” Jason chided.

  I punched him in the thigh.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”

  “Didn’t hit you that hard,” I muttered, faking a remorseful expression for my female when she narrowed her eyes at me. Would have hit him harder but it pleased me when he defended her. Even from me.

  “Don’t fight. Please . . .” Hope’s plea made the remorse real. My kindhearted, sweet female wanted her males to get along.

  So we would.

  “Won’t fight,” I assured her and gave Jason a glare to reinforce it. Just in case he forgot.

  The pup threw his head back and laughed. Would’ve punched him again if not for the joy spreading over Hope’s face.

  “Thank you,” she whispered and snuggled deeper into my chest.

  “You tired?” If she was I would let her sleep. Would chase Jason away if I had to. But if not . . .

  My mouth watered at all the delicious things I was going to do to her.

  She pulled back. “Not even a little.”

  “Want to play?” Jason asked and placed a kiss at the back of her neck, the spot I loved to lick and bite. It never failed to make her scent deepen. Grow sharper. Delicious.

  “Y-yes . . .”

  * * *

  Once my female lay naked before me, I gave up the fight against fangs and claws. Couldn’t control myself around her. She was too soft, too beautiful, too Hope for that. Would just have to be careful when I touched her.

  While Jason whispered dirty promises in her ear and plucked at her nipples, I moved between her legs. Rubbing my face up her thigh, I luxuriated in her scent, her softness, the sounds she made as my stubble tickled her skin and my teeth scraped over the delicious treasure that was my female.

  “Ruarc . . .”

  “Beautiful,” I growled, throwing her legs over my shoulders, careful to not cut her with my claws. She lay open before me. Wanting. Stomach quivering. Breathing choppy.

  Mine.

  I grabbed her ass and buried my face between her thighs.

  A sweet, honeyed taste exploded along my taste buds. It heightened my need, and I couldn’t stop myself from shoving my tongue straight into her tightness.

  She made a strangled cry, her legs clamping around my head.

  I didn’t care.

  Wanted her pleasure. Wanted her to come on my tongue. Wanted her limp and sated and unable to leave this bed for the next hundred years or so.

  “Delicious,” I rumbled, swiping my tongue over the little pearl nestled between her delicate folds. She gasped, hips jerking.

  I did it again.

  “She likes that,” Jason said.

  Didn’t bother answering. ‘Course my female liked my mouth on her. But not as much as I liked it. Watching her squirm with pleasure, drawing in her most intimate scent, tasting the essence reserved only for her males . . .

  My idea of heaven.

  I forced my claws back, dug my fingers into her ass, and yanked her closer. Snarled.

  My nose rubbed against her silky folds, her scent whipping me into a frenzy. I ate her, devoured her, ferociously consumed all she had to give.

  “Don’t . . . Don’t stop!”

  Fingers in my hair, pulling. Yanking. Thighs squeezing. Hard.

  Little cries of pleasure, moans. Wails.

  I tongued her clit, cock throbbing when she gasped, twisted, pleaded . . .

  “Ruarc, oh, oh, please!”

  My pleased growl made her arch her back, and when I sucked her clit into my mouth while pushing a finger inside, curling and stroking against that special spot, her cries grew louder and my chest swelled with pride.

  Mine!

  The need to possess my female, to make her mine in every way was a thundering roar drowning out all other noise. She was so small, so fragile, so soft.

  Claim. Protect. Mine.
r />   The sounds she made drove me into a frenzy. Her taste made me mindless with need.

  I tore my mouth away long enough to snarl, “You’re mine. My female.” Then I was back, wanting her to explode on my tongue, drench me in her scent.

  Couldn’t get close enough.

  Tried.

  My pulse roared. My heart pounded.

  My hands shook.

  Leveraging one arm under her, the other clamping down on the top of her thighs, I dragged her against my mouth, plunged my tongue inside her, growled, snarled, fevered with the need to taste more. Have more. I sucked at the delicious, straining pebble that gave her so much pleasure.

  She screamed. My cock strained.

  When her legs shook, her back arched, and her head tossed from side to side, I devoured her. And when her breath came in loud gasps, her hands pulled at my hair, I ignored her pleas of, “Too sensitive!” and whipped her over the edge yet again.

  And it still wasn’t enough. Would never be enough.

  I lifted my head and snarled, “Mine!”

  46

  Hope

  I burned.

  Every nerve ending was on fire, every inch of my flesh ached and strained, my skin had gone past sensitive and dived headfirst into raw.

  While Ruarc had used lips and tongue and teeth between my legs, Jason had used everything at his disposal to fan the flames of almost painful arousal, sinking me down into a pleasure tinted madness.

  He’d plucked at my nipples.

  Worshipped my neck.

  Whispered things into my ear that made me blush, squirm, combust.

  “You have the prettiest nipples, love,” he’d whispered, rolling the aching tip between two fingers. “They’re like little pink cherries. Perfectly round. Perfectly tasty.” He’d leaned down, taken one into his mouth, made a harsh, masculine sound I’d felt somewhere deep in my stomach. And when Ruarc had done something with his tongue that had made me cry out, Jason had pulled back, face a mask of stark hunger. “But no matter how sweet,” he’d said, palming my breast, staring raptly at the nipple he’d left wet and glistening, “I can’t help but envy Ruarc. The taste of you on his lips, the heat of you against his mouth, your little clit straining against his tongue . . .” Lips on my neck. Teeth. Then a harsh exhalation. “I can’t wait to eat my fill.”

  I’d shuddered and shivered. Exploded. And they hadn’t stopped.

  “Too sensitive!” I cried, but both men ignored me. Instead they upped their effort, Ruarc’s tongue swirling around my most sensitive flesh, Jason stealing my breath with a combustive kiss meant to conquer.

  The pleasure was too much, the sensations too sharp. And right before it would’ve become painful, Ruarc lifted his head and snarled.

  “Mine!”

  “Yours,” I quickly agreed, a shuddering breath of relief escaping when they pulled back and just watched me with matching expressions of hunger and satisfaction. I turned to Jason. “And yours.”

  “What do you want, love?” he whispered, brushing a kiss over my lips. Despite my exhaustion, despite my body feeling wrung out and battered, achy and deliciously sated, that small touch was enough to ignite a spark of heat, and when Ruarc growled, moved up my body and bit my neck just hard enough that I moaned, the spark grew into a small flame.

  Even if it hadn’t, it wouldn’t have felt right to end it like this. Not before they got to experience the same dizzying pleasure they’d given me.

  “Let me taste you.”

  “That’s my line,” Jason said with a grin that did nothing to hide the darkening of his eyes, the smoldering hunger burning deep within the glowing amber.

  “But Ruarc just—”

  “Am I Ruarc?” He rolled to the side, waited for the other male to grudgingly move, then took his place on his stomach between my legs. “Did I spend the last half hour with my face buried in your pussy?” I shivered and his grin widened and grew teeth.

  He looked . . . I had no words.

  Propped up on one elbow, hair titillatingly tousled, wearing a devastating grin that grew when my gaze caressed all that sun-kissed skin, those flat, dark nipples, those broad shoulders and muscular chest, he looked like a seductive trickster god sent to this earth to seduce.

  “N-no?”

  “No,” he agreed. “But there is no reason why I can’t get what I want while you get what you want.” He shot a grin in Ruarc’s direction and tapped a finger against the sensitive spot between my legs.

  “Oh!” The sound was torn from my throat, a throaty moan following as I turned and saw the flash of raw hunger Ruarc quickly hid behind a carefully neutral expression.

  “Don’t have to,” he muttered. “Can wait.”

  “I want to,” I promised, not surprised to discover it was the truth. The thought of having this big, strong male at my mercy shot a heady thrill down my stomach. There, it grew hot and heavy.

  Aching.

  While Ruarc hesitated, Jason grabbed my hips and scooted us down the bed. With an ease and strength I envied, he flipped us around, lying on his back and moving me to straddle the top of his chest. It was too wide for me to reach the bed, and my knees rested in the slight dip between his pecs and shoulders. The new position splayed me open—wide open—inches from Jason’s face.

  “My mouth is actually watering,” he said, closing his eyes and drawing in a deep breath.

  All the blood in my body rushed up my neck and pooled in my cheeks. For a moment, I feared I’d faint. I felt vulnerable. Exposed. About to cry off and dive beneath the covers. But then Ruarc pushed his boxers down and revealed the thick, hard column of flesh that had brought me so much pleasure in the past, and suddenly I understood what Jason meant.

  I licked my lips.

  Jason groaned. “That’s my girl.” He put a hand on my lower back and gently bent me forward and a little to the side until my head hovered above Ruarc’s lap.

  Afraid I would lose my balance and tumble into his crotch, I grabbed hold of Ruarc’s thick, muscular thighs and glanced up at his face. Silver eyes burned, strong jaw tightly clenched. Then one hand came up and cupped my face, a finger stroking over my cheek with such devotion I suddenly felt like a lump of mush.

  “Don’t have to do this, mo chridhe,” he grumbled with that rough, leathery voice I loved so much. “Never want you to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

  “I want this,” I said earnestly. “I’m just . . .” I licked my lips again. “Not sure how?”

  “Anything. Everything you do will feel good.”

  “Like . . . like this?” Tentatively, I reached out and curled my fingers as far as they could around his hard flesh, shocked at how silky it felt, how smooth despite the angry-looking veins and the steely hardness.

  A hissed breath from Ruarc made me yank my hand back, but he grabbed it and brought it back, closing his fist around my hand.

  “Feels good.”

  I frowned. Ruarc didn’t look like he felt good; he looked to be in pain. Narrowed eyes, taut jaw, clenched teeth. But before I could begin to doubt myself, he guided my hand up and down his length in a long, hard stroke and threw his head back. The corded muscles in his neck fascinated me, and I found myself wanting to follow the tense lines with my mouth.

  Instead, I leaned forward and gave the tip of Ruarc’s hard length a lick.

  His eyes flew up. “Fuck!”

  Does that mean he likes it? When he didn’t stop me, I leaned forward and did it again. This time I took my time, tasted the salty liquid at the very tip and was startled by how much I liked it. I drew in a deep breath, pleased with Ruarc’s clean, masculine scent, the traces of pinecones and forest that always clung to him making me want to purr in pleasure.

  “Mmm,” I hummed and drew a little more of him into my mouth.

  A long, strangled groan tore from Ruarc, the sound egging me on. Finally, finally, I had a way of giving him pleasure without him having to do all the work! The feeling of being in control was so heady that
I’d forgotten all about Jason.

  Until he chose to remind me.

  Before then, he’d been still and letting me get used to this new position, but once I started drawing Ruarc’s considerable length into my mouth, Jason grabbed my hips, lifted me so abruptly I squeaked, and jerked me up so I was sitting on . . . sitting straight on his face.

  What followed was a whole lot of moaning and jerking—from me—a myriad low curses and delicious shudders—Ruarc—and hums of pleasure interlaced with groans and muttered words I couldn’t make out—Jason.

  At some point, Ruarc had fisted my hair, not jerking or guiding, but simply holding as he tried his best to keep his hips still while muttering a mix of profanities and praise.

  Having decided I enjoyed his taste and loved the obvious pleasure I brought him, I tried to take him deeper without scraping him with my teeth—something I’d already done twice. Once before I got used to his thickness, and once when Jason decided to introduce his fingers into the mix, licking and sucking while pumping his finger in and out of me. This time when I lowered my mouth as far as it could go, it was Ruarc who stopped me.

  “Fucking hell,” he groaned and carefully pulled me off him. “Too much. Gonna come.”

  So? I thought, but I couldn’t reply, could barely catch my breath. The pulling in my belly, the mouth between my thighs, and the finger inside me was all I could focus on.

  Then suddenly Jason pulled away and I nearly cried. “W-what?”

  “Want to be inside you when you come. Want to feel this sweet pussy spasming around my cock while you scream my name.”

  The dirty image nearly finished me off. Would have if the evil man hadn’t stopped touching me all together.

  “Please,” I whispered and let my legs fall open. A week ago, I’d have freaked out at his hungry stare. It would have reminded me of things best left in the past, but Ruarc and Jason made me feel safe. I knew they’d never hurt me, and I couldn’t think past the arousal pulsing through me, the heat in my belly, the ache between my legs.

  That was all the permission Jason needed. Muscles flexed as he once more reversed our positions; me on my back, him above, and Ruarc propped up on his elbow next to us, staring down at me with such stark hunger something deep inside me clenched with want.