by Avery Gale
“I’m going to fuck you, baby. Roll over and get up on your hands and knees.” When she didn’t move immediately, he let a bit of steel infuse his words. “Now, Kit. Don’t make me give you a spanking.” He knew his words had been risky, but he was rewarded by her soft intake of breath and quick scramble to comply. When he ran his fingers through the soaking wet lips of her pussy, he smiled. “Oh, sweetness, you are so wet for me. Maybe a spanking on your lovely bare ass isn’t much of a punishment threat after all. We’ll have to explore that one day soon, but first I want you to lower yourself down on to your forearms. That’s perfect. Now, close your eyes and let me in. Listen to my words for as long as your mind will let you hold on. But don’t come until I tell you that you can. Do you understand?”
Her voice was muffled by the tangle of sheets but he heard her say “I’ll try” just as he pushed deeply into her. Her gasp and her automatic tightening around him told him all he needed to know. He set a steady rhythm stroking deeply but never fast enough to send her over. “Oh, please. I need more. Please, just a little more.” He loved the sound of her sweet begging and could barely keep from giving her exactly what she was asking for.
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want more of and maybe I can help you find it,” his words were hoarse because he was using so much of his energy to keep from going off like a rocket on the fourth of July. He looked down at her ivory skin, dewy from her arousal and marveled at how smooth and perfect it looked spread before him in a nearly perfect submissive posture. Their mate was flawless and he felt himself getting closer and closer to the point of no return. Pushing in just a bit, he was already fighting to maintain his control as her heat began pulling him deeper and deeper inside. It was almost as if his body was proceeding without his consent.
“Oh, Trev, I need to feel your cock moving inside me. It feels so very good and I can barely think because my mind is awash in all the sensations. It feels like there is fire shooting up and down my spine.” He watched as she arched her back and tried to push back against him to impale herself on his cock.
“Hold still, Kit. If you try to take me too soon I’m going to paddle your ass. We don’t want you to be too sore or we won’t be able to do this again and again. And your pussy is lighting me up, baby. I am barely holding on here. You don’t want to challenge me on this, trust me. I want nothing more than to pound you in to the mattress, to lean over and sink my teeth in to your shoulder and make you mine. I’m skating on a very fine edge, baby, so don’t push me.”
Trev continued to hold Kit’s hips tightly as he slowly rocked into her hot cunt. She was still squeezing his cock each time he pulled back and she’d stopped trying to shove back. But the mewing sounds of need she was making were threatening to make him lose his last shred of sanity. And when he felt her shift herself lower and then felt her soft hand wrap around his balls and give them a light squeeze it was all over. “Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good. Jameson, move Kit’s hands over her head and kept them there. She has just stolen the last of my control and this is going to be over much too soon and I want to take her with me.”
He saw his brother pull their mate’s hands over her head and that shift in position was enough that his cock was now grazing her G-spot with each stroke and Trev barely managed to get out, “Come for me, Kit” before she was screaming her release. Feeling her tight passage flood with cream was all it took to send him over the edge with her. There was no better feeling in the world than knowing he’d just marked his mate with his seed. The only thing more satisfying would be claiming her with his bite. Trev knew she wasn’t in heat because both he and Jameson would be able to smell that immediately. But knowing he’d left a part of himself deep inside her fanned a spark of his inner wolf and it was something he’d never experienced with another woman. Mine!
It was taking him a long time to regain his ability to form coherent words even though he was trying. When his brain and mouth finally decided to work together, he spoke quietly to her, “Baby, I really have no words to describe how amazing that was. You just stole a large part of my soul—please take good care of it, because it’s yours to hold forever.” He knew it would only take him a few minutes to recover and then he’d be swimming in his desire to take her again so he leaned back so Jameson could once again distract her.
Trev watched as Jameson leaned down and kissed Kit with a desperate hunger, it was obvious he was mired in the same heavy emotion of the moment that Trev was trying to wade through. Trev listened to Jameson speak in the compelling voice that only a pack’s Alpha was accustomed to using. “Kit, come home with us. Spend the next week at our home. Give us a chance to show you how great a life with us could be. If you still want to leave at the end of a week, we’ll let you walk away. We won’t like it—but we’ll keep our word. You owe it to yourself and to us to give this a chance, particularly since you aren’t that familiar with the ways of a pack. It would also give you a chance to explore what seems to be a largely unfamiliar part of your heritage.”
Trev had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming the words pounding through his head. ‘I don’t fucking think so. There is no way we’re walking away from her. God dammit to hell, she belongs to us and we’ll never let her go.’ He didn’t miss the glimmer of recognition in Jameson’s eyes, so Trev knew his twin had picked up on the denial racing through Trev’s thoughts.
There was no doubt that Jameson Wolf could be a conniving bastard and had been known to use every available resource when it came to what was best for their pack. Trev hoped like hell his twin had some sort of a plan, so he tried desperately to hold back his protests—at least for the moment. Turning to his side he leaned up, propped his head on his hand, and watched as emotions raced through her deep green eyes. He knew she was still feeling the effects of the endorphins that had flooded her from the two powerful orgasms and likely that was exactly as his brother had planned it. Trev could feel Jameson’s emotions and knew his brother was counting on those little chemical jewels to tip the scales in their favor.
Trev could see she was nervous about going home with two men she didn’t know aside from having them fuck her into the mattress. He also knew she was probably also desperately trying to reign in her olfactory system as it screamed at her to let them mate her. “Baby, how about if you invite your friend to join us for the weekend. It’s a big house and there are always plenty of people around. We’ll make sure she is returned to the city Sunday evening so she can be at work on Monday.”
“But, I don’t have anything with me…I mean, who packs for a week when they are just planning to go to a club for a bit of dancing?” Trev knew her brain was starting to come back on-line and that wasn’t going to help their cause at all. “And I don’t know if taking Libby is a good idea, I mean she doesn’t know anything about me being a shifter and a—” Trev watched as her eyes went wide as she caught herself.
Evidently Jameson was going to let her “near-slip” go for now because he simply leaned forward and said, “We will always make sure you have everything you need, kitten. But how about this compromise—we’ll send Libby and Charlie to your place to pack you a bag. They can get her things as well and then meet us out at the estate. We’ll make sure everyone is careful around Libby, sweetness. Remember, we have as much or more to lose as you do. Now, why don’t you let Trev help you find something in that wardrobe to wear while I make a couple of calls to get things set into motion? I’ll be ready to go in five minutes.” Trevlon watched as Jameson leaned forward and kissed her with the passion and hunger he knew wasn’t going to be easily sated before he slowly turned her so Trev could pull her into his arms.
“God, baby, you feel so good snuggled in my arms—absolutely perfect. Let’s get you a shirt to wear for the trip home. I promise you the car will be warm and you won’t need anything more.” The truth was, neither he nor Jameson would want her covered any more than necessary. It would take them at least an hour to make the trip and the time in the back of a nice warm
Wrapping Kit in one of his own shirts had brought him a very strange sense of satisfaction. God she was so tiny the damned hem of the shirt fell well below her knees. He’d put her boots and clothes—well, what Jameson hadn’t shredded—into a bag and sent them down to the car before they escorted her to their private elevator. As Trev had watched her walk down the hall in her bare feet and well-fucked hair, he’d had to fight the urge to howl like the wolf that he was. Jameson had smirked when he’d seen her. “Damn, kitten, we’ll have to use the back stairs. Every man in the club would come in their pants if we walked you through looking like that.” Shaking his head he made a quick call and then pulled her close once the elevators doors had closed. “The car will be waiting, it’s only a few steps, but the concrete is too cold for those sweet feet so I’ll carry you. We will always take care of you, kitten.”
Trev could see the last hour and half was quickly catching up with Kit and she was fading fast. As soon as Jameson had settled her on his lap in the back of the limo, Trev pulled out a blanket and tucked it around her. They had barely gotten out of the parking garage when he’d looked over and watched her eyes flutter closed. Seeing her eyelashes brushing her cheeks and watching as her breathing even out when she fell deeper into sleep, Trev looked up and saw Jameson was watching her also.
Jameson’s words described his own feelings perfectly. “She is amazing. I was beginning to think she was just a figment of our imaginations. I’m afraid to go to sleep for fear I’ll wake up and find out it was all a dream. I’ve bought us a week. We have to convince her to stay because I know I’ll never be able to let her go.”
Chapter Six
Jameson couldn’t remember a time when he had enjoyed the long drive to the estate as much as he had tonight. Holding his petite mate in his lap as she’d slept cuddled against his chest had been one of the most satisfying experiences of his life. He’d loved kissing her and fucking her had been a glimpse of heaven, but holding her like this—knowing she trusted him enough to sleep in his arms trumped all of the other great feelings, and wasn’t that a kick in the pants. He smiled at Trev and then used their mind link to speak so they wouldn’t disturb her. ‘It humbles me that she is able to allow herself to be vulnerable in sleep while resting in my arms. I’ve set up everything at the estate. Many of the pack members wanted to meet her tonight but I’ve stalled them because I don’t want her to feel overwhelmed. And I asked Charlie to take care of Libby and it sounded like he was more than happy to have an excuse to spend more time with her.’ He smiled when Kit’s pink toenail polish reflected in the lights as they pulled up under the front awning near their home’s front entrance.
Trev leaned over and pulled her small foot into his hand. “I hadn’t even realized she’d gotten her feet out from under the blanket. God, her feet are so small and delicate. And that pink polish is going to be the end of me. Christ, her feet are so cold. We’ll have to watch her, because I don’t think she takes particularly good care of herself.” Just then the limo door opened and the head of the estate staff and their right hand man, Tristan Michaels, was standing to the side waiting for them to exit the vehicle. Tristan wasn’t as tall as Jameson and Trev but his weightlifters physique gave him an undeniable look of authority. They’d heard their friend described as intimidating more than once and had always laughed because that description was woefully inadequate.
Jameson carried their sleeping beauty straight into the house leaving Trev to give Tristan the instructions for the background check they wanted done on Kit. They had discussed the plan via their mind link earlier during the trip home. Jameson knew he and Trev were on the same page. They had agreed the information they got from the report wouldn’t change the fact she was their mate, but it might help them know what was making her so reluctant to be mated. While he was fairly certain her reluctance wasn’t about them specifically, he considered himself enough of a realist to recognize that knowledge was always power. And in the end, it was his responsibility to guard the safety of all the members of their pack. And even though the pack would always have to be their number one priority, he and Jameson would also move heaven and earth to protect their mate.
Jameson quickly made his way up the wide staircase and was grateful that Kit had stayed sleeping peacefully in his arms. He was all too aware of how intimidating their home would appear. For one thing the damned thing was fucking enormous, but hell, it needed to be when you took stock of how many members of their pack lived under one roof. For the most part, neither Jameson nor Trev ventured into the wings of the other family members unless they were specifically invited because they had always tried to view those areas with the same respect they would separate homes. Their own living quarters were actually made up of two floors and had always seemed like way too much space in his opinion. But right now he was thankful for the space because they’d have a nice spacious guest suite for Libby on the floor below their own bedroom suite. She’d be close—but not too close.
By the time he’d reached the door of the master suite, Trev had caught up and opened the door for them. Jameson smiled as he looked around the suite. “Remind me to thank whoever did this, bro.” And then he leaned down and kissed Kit on the forehead, “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. You’ve had a nice nap, but it’s time to wake up and play.” As she started to open her eyes, he nuzzled her neck, “Such a good girl. Open those beautiful eyes and look around. I’d say a couple of our pack members wanted to make sure you felt properly welcomed.”
Watching as she blinked trying to bring the large room into focus, he set her gently on her feet but continued to hold on to her until she seemed stable. It was pure joy to watch as she took in her surroundings with child-like wonder. There were probably a hundred lit candles in the room and the smell of sage and citrus waltzed over his senses. But the thing that caught his eye was the large vases of fresh flowers sitting on several tables. The arrangements were beautiful but the defining feature of each was the prominent use of feathers. It struck him as an interesting choice until he watched Kit reach out and touch one of the feathers with a reverence that made him zero in on her every move. When she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. “Kitten, explain the tears, please.”
“How did you know? I mean about the feathers? How could you have possibly known?” her voice was almost child-like as she seemed completely stunned by the enormity of the gesture.
Trev had stepped up behind her and was running his fingers through her hair. “Tell us about the feathers, baby. We asked that our pack make you feel welcome and this is their gift to you. I’m glad it’s meaningful, and I know my brother is as curious as I am about the significance of the feathers.”
“As a child I was always searching for feathers. It made my father crazy and my mother swore it was a phase but my interest in them never seemed to fade. Finally my grandmother told them to back away from the subject because the feathers were my link to the Universe. She has told me thousands of times that when I found my mates they would be surrounded by feathers. She assured me several times that it was a clear signal that I was on the right path.” Jameson watched as the tears she’d been trying to hold back slowly breached her lower lids and rolled leisurely down her flushed cheeks. When he leaned down and kissed them away, he savored the taste of them and wondered how they could be sweet and salty at the same time.
“Your grandmother sounds like a wonderful woman and we’re anxious to meet her. But for this moment, I want to concentrate on getting you comfortable. Are you hungry, kitten?” He and Trev usually ate before they returned from the club, but he’d asked that their cook put a small tray of sandwiches in their suite’s small kitchen so they wouldn’t have to go to the main kitchen if Kit was hungry.
Jameson almost laughed out loud when she looked down and seemed to suddenly become aware of how little she was wearing. The sudden rush of pink flooding her cheeks was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “Well, yes, as a matter of fact I am a bit hungry, but I don’t really want to go wandering about dressed like this. I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your pack.”
Jameson was thinking the same thing he heard echo from Trev via their mind link. ‘Is she fucking serious? Embarrass us? Jesus, every unmated member of the pack will be walking around with a hard-on for her until we are mated.’ Trevlon was right, until they actually bit her and mixed their saliva with her blood to make her theirs she would attract a lot of attention, but it sure as hell wouldn’t be the way she was thinking.
Trev turned her so she was facing him, “Baby, there is a tray of sandwiches in the small kitchen here in our suite. Come on. Let’s get you fed before our shower. We’ll all sleep better if we get the smell of the club off us before we climb into bed.” Jameson watched as Trev led her from the room. She looked so tiny alongside his brother and for some odd reason that made him smile. Seeing her in one of their shirts and knowing she wasn’t wearing a single thing under it was making him ache to slide his cock deep into her pussy again. Turning toward the bathroom he decided to make sure everything was set up because he knew Trev wouldn’t be able to wait long either.
It was only a few short minutes before Trev led their sweet mate into the large spa bath. Jameson had turned on the heating coils they had embedded in the floor and since he’d already stripped down to just his leather pants he could feel the floor warming quickly beneath his bare feet. He smiled when he saw Kit flex her toes on the warm ceramic tile floor. “The floor is so warm, I love it. My feet get so cold and oh my heavenly God. This bathroom is unbelievable. And I thought my parents went over the top with theirs.” She stopped and then grinned at them. “My mom’s taste is garish. But this is perfect, it’s a tropical paradise.”
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