by Avery Gale
Jameson loved the master suite’s bath, even though neither he nor Trev used it often. They had remodeled the entire suite almost a year ago in hopes their mate would enter their lives soon. Their housekeeper kept the plants looking perfect and everything fresh so their preparations this evening hadn’t been too difficult. But whoever added the feathers to the floral arrangements was due a huge bonus. That was a given.
“I love the flora. You have captured the spirit of the rain forests of the Caribbean. The rock on the walls is perfectly asymmetrical and the texture shows a respect for Mother Nature’s appreciation of randomness. The deep colors in the rock contrast with the earth tones used in the flooring.” He and Trev were both barefoot and leaning against the vanity with their ankles crossed. He had his arms crossed over his chest watching Kit look around the room. When he glanced to his left, he realized Trev’s pose mirrored his own. Jameson was enjoying her assessment of the room and it made each of the agonizing decisions the decorator had wrung out of them worth the time they’d taken. And when Kit seemed to realize they weren’t answering, she suddenly turned and looked at them both. Her eyes went wide and he smiled when he saw her pupils dilate and her nostrils flare. That’s right, kitten. We want you again.
“Come here, kitten.” Jameson knew the steel in his tone would be unmistakable. He watched as she made her way toward him. When she was standing in front of him, he smiled down at her. “Such a good girl. Now, as much as I enjoy seeing you in that shirt, I enjoy seeing you naked even more.” When she didn’t move he merely cocked his brow and looked at her expectantly.
“Baby, you do realize we are both Dominants, don’t you?” Trev’s question surprised him. It hadn’t even occurred to him that she might have missed that point. But when she merely blinked and slowly nodded her head, Jameson was quite sure she didn’t really understand what was implicit in the term. He smiled at Trev because he was sure his twin had the exact same thought. “Kit, tell me what you think that means.”
The gorgeous sprite in front of them took a deep breath and sighed before squaring her shoulders. The first thing Jameson noted was that her voice had suddenly lost the airy quality it had when she was aroused. Hell, it was actually almost completely devoid of any affect whatsoever. “It means you want to be in charge. That you think you can boss me around and make me like it. Note that I didn’t say it would work, I just said that is what you probably want to believe. I’m not a submissive. And if you want a weak-willed woman, I should probably just leave now and save us all the effort.” Jameson saw a sadness flit through her expression that surprised him. Evidently she’d been hoping things would work out between them a bit more than she’d been willing to admit. Or perhaps she hadn’t even been aware of how much she had been craving the feeling of connection that he knew she’d felt earlier when she’d been moving her tiny fingers over the feathers.
“Look at me, baby,” Trev’s voice was soft, but the command was still there. When she finally raised her eyes back up to meet his brother’s, Jameson saw the raw desolation and loneliness she’d tried so hard to mask earlier.
“While it’s true we will always be in charge in the bedroom, it is not true that we want a weak-willed woman. Where would the fun in that be?” Trev grinned at her and paused for a few seconds, giving her time to consider his words before continuing, “What we want is a woman who is strong enough to let us lead her to levels of pleasure she hasn’t even begun to imagine exist. We want a woman who is brave enough to take a leap of faith and know we’ll always be there to catch her if she falls. We want a woman who is fearless enough to tell us what she needs, whether it’s advice, our help, a paddling, a cuddle, or to be fucked into next week.” This time Trev’s bad-boy grin cut through some of the tension that had been building and Jameson watched as Kit’s shoulders seemed to relax a bit.
Jameson decided he’d been quiet long enough. He pushed off the vanity so he was now standing directly in front of her and he knew his height alone was intimidating. “The question is, kitten, are you brave enough to try? Or are you too afraid to go after what you want? Take off that shirt if you think you can handle this. Otherwise, we’ll call it a night and discuss our options in the morning.” He could hear his twin banging at the door of their mind link, no doubt pissed as hell that he’d shut it down for a few minutes.
He knew his words were a huge gamble, but he also knew Kit wasn’t a coward and he’d seen the disappointment in her eyes a few minutes earlier when she’d thought it wasn’t going to work. “Kitten, you don’t really understand anything about our lifestyle. We know that and we’re more than willing to show you. We’ll also introduce you to some of the other women in the pack and I’m sure they’ll be happy to tell you how much it adds to their lives rather than how much it takes away. We have several women who hold down very high ranking professional positions in the city, but they are also very contented, satisfied subs when they are here at home.” He waited for several seconds and had to fight letting out a big sigh when her fingers slowly started opening the buttons on the front of the shirt she was wearing.
The minute he opened the mind-link, Trev was there. ‘What the fuck was that about? I wanted to kick your ass, hell I still might just because I’m about to fucking drown in adrenaline. How did you know that would work? No, don’t even tell me—you had no idea. Christ, I’m never playing poker with you again—Ever.’
Chapter Seven
Kit wasn’t sure what had possessed her to think she might be able to deal with these two. It had obviously been a moment of pure insanity. When she started opening the buttons on the shirt, she’d seen fire race through Jameson’s eyes. Looking at Trev, she saw the same hunger, but his gaze was softer, more inviting even though she was sure he was every bit as commanding as his brother. But as her grandfather had always teased her in for a penny, in for a pound, so she took a deep breath and waited for their next instruction.
As it was, she didn’t have to wait long. No sooner had the shirt hit the floor than Jameson’s lips were crashing down on hers. The need she felt coming off him was chasing her own as the taste of him coursed through her. There was an edge of carnality underlying the urgency and she didn’t fully understand why she’d recognized it or why it was appealing. When he let her up for air she felt herself being turned and then Trev’s lips burned a similar hot seal of need into her. It was much like the brandings she’d heard her mother and grandmother discuss. And suddenly she understood their words had been only partially metaphorical because the heat rushing through Kit felt all too real to have been created in her mind.
When he finally pulled his lips from hers, she wondered, “I don’t understand…how is it possible?” She hadn’t meant to speak the words out loud, but she knew from the look on Trev’s face she had done just that.
“What don’t you understand, baby?” His voice was tender and the feel of his fingers moving along the sides of her face was drawing her deeper into a deep canyon of lust she feared she wasn’t going to ever escape. When she just looked at him, trying to figure out how to answer without saying too much she felt his muscles go stiff against her. “Stop thinking of a way to answer without answering, Kit. Lying by omission is still lying and will not be allowed. The secret to successful matings is open and honest communication.” He leaned down, kissed her forehead, and then continued, “Now, tell us.”
Taking a deep breath, she laid her forehead against his bare chest and sighed. “My mother and grandmother are shifters, but they are also witches. They are a part of an extremely powerful coven that has been charged with protecting the world from the dark side. I’ve heard them talk about brandings and how witches are branded by their mates. I always thought they were either exaggerating or speaking figuratively. But, well…those last kisses with you both sent a heat through me that felt as if you were branding your names on my heart, and I was just trying to figure it out.” She was actually really embarrassed at all she’d revealed in those few words and she was sure if t
Standing stock still, she was relieved when neither man moved for a few moments. They were obviously letting her get her feet back under her. When Jameson finally stepped up and pressed himself against her back, she felt him leaning down, the soft hair on his chest sliding over her back until his lips were against her ear. “Kitten, we intend to brand ourselves so deeply in you that you’ll know until the end of time you belong to us. We have more questions about your mother and grandmother, but they aren’t what you think. We’re actually quite interested and looking forward to that conversation so don’t let your concerns about that hold you back from us.”
Kit didn’t understand what he might want to ask her, but at this moment all she could think about was the fact that her senses were being nuked to oblivion by the men surrounding her. Their scents were almost more than she could deal with individually, but combined they were positively lethal to her self-control. She understood on an intellectual level the animalistic attraction was exactly that…animalistic. But that didn’t explain the effect they seemed to be having on her heart. Nor did it shed any light on why she seemed to respond to them as Dominants. Damn it, I’m not a submissive and I am too old for this shit. Why did I do this? Why am I here?
Jameson had been patient long enough. There wasn’t any doubt that his and Trev’s connection to Kit was strengthening, because he knew she had only spoken some of her words aloud, but he’d heard them all, along with the underlying insecurities that had fueled them. But he wasn’t going to let her sink into the hole of self-doubt he knew she was digging. He was anxious for her to spend some time with Julie and Angie. He knew his cousins would help Kit navigate the politics of pack-life as well as be great examples of how independent, professional women could find great satisfaction in their submission.
But until his fiery cousins could help, he and his brother were going to have to keep their hesitant kitten too busy and sated to let her mind wander into dangerous territory. Apparently there were a lot more layers to Ms. Kathleen Harris than most women, and he and Trev were going to have fun peeling back each and every one until they knew their mate even better than she knew herself.
“Kitten, your mind tends to block your pleasure and we’d like to teach you how to get past that, but you are going to have to help. Do you think you can do that?” He hadn’t turned her to face him, choosing instead to lean down over her shoulder to whisper his words intimately against the soft hair covering her small ear. Gathering her curls in his hands, he wrapped it like a rope around his fist and tugged back gently. He wanted her to start recognizing her own physical and emotional reaction to their small moves of dominance and he was rewarded with her sharp intake of breath and the quaking shudder he saw move through her.
Moving Kit into the shower quickly, he smiled as she leaned her head back and let the rain shower overhead nozzles sluice warm water gently over her. Her every move was poetry in motion and Jameson found himself lost in a blissful haze of lust just from watching her. The water raced over her tight body—some of it washing down the curve of her breasts before launching itself off her peaked nipples, reminding him of the ski jumpers he’d watched last year in the Swiss Alps. But the more sensual water that was heavy with soap bubbles detoured and outlined the graceful curves of each breast before rejoining and going into a free-fall down her flat stomach and disappearing into the inviting folds of her sex.
Jameson could hardly wait to see her run through the hills on their estate in her wolf form. Since they had yet to claim her, he knew she hadn’t ever shifted and she probably wasn’t looking forward to it. He didn’t know what her parents might have told her, but he and Trev would make sure she understood everything that was going to happen so her first shift wouldn’t be as frightening as she expected. When he finally realized he’d been lost in thought as he watched bubbles teasing her bare pussy, he felt another wave of lust crash over him.
By the time Jameson brought his eyes back up, Trev was almost finished washing her hair and judging by her soft moans, Jameson guessed she was enjoying it a lot. Trev didn’t try to hide the desire in his voice. “You like that, baby? I hear your heart beating faster and faster. Your breathing is becoming shallower and you arch into my touch. Let your sweet body lead your mind for a bit. You’ll always be safe with us.” Jameson smiled at Trev when Kit finally appeared to be letting her body push her mind aside. He couldn’t wait to show her this was the very heart of submission. Letting her Masters control her pleasure, knowing they would protect and cherish her with everything in them. Yes, those were the gifts submission brought to the sub who was brave enough to let go and take that leap of faith.
Jameson stepped up in front of her and rolled her nipples between his fingers. His cock was already threatening to burst and they’d only just started. When she arched toward him, he took it as an invitation and leaned down, drawing first one and then the other pink bud into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue until he could smell her arousal. “I love the smell of your sweet cream, kitten. And I am thrilled to know your body is preparing itself to welcome us. Knowing your pussy is slick with liquid need is a very real turn on.” Moving his fingers down to slide through her folds, he pulled her nipple between his teeth and pressed down just enough that she would get just a small bite of pain that would quickly be masked and then linked in her mind to the pleasure his fingers were building in her pussy.
Jameson knew when Trev moved her foot to the small stone bench along the shower wall what he had planned. When he heard his brother’s words to her, he had to smile at her reaction. “Spread those beautiful legs, baby. I want to play a bit.” When she gasped, Trev added, “Oh and Kit, don’t come until one of us gives you permission.” Jameson had pulled back and watched as her eyebrows rose in disbelief and then her eyes glazed over just before her knees folded.
Jameson had anticipated her drop just in time to pull her against his chest. “Easy, kitten, Trev just wants to play with your beautiful ass a bit. We’ll need to stretch those tight muscles so you can take us both at the same time without it being too painful. We don’t want to tear any of those delicate tissues.” When he felt her stiffen in his hold, he added, “We won’t be taking you together tonight, but we will soon. And I promise you, you are going to love it, we’ll make sure you do.”
She leaned back so she could look at him, her expression somewhere between anticipation and fear. Jameson just smiled at her and then asked, “Do you trust us, kitten? Does your heart know that we’d never hurt you?” He was relieved to see her nod her head and he felt more than saw her relax into his embrace. “Good girl, now lean on me and relax. Let Trev make you feel good, love.”
When Jameson looked up at Trev, he saw the same love in his brother’s eyes that he knew was shining in his own. Finding her had only been the tip of the iceberg. Seeing the trust in her eyes as she gave over her body to them was filling places in his heart and soul he hadn’t even known were empty. Sure, he and Trev had been looking for their mate, but only because they’d felt pressure to mate for the sake of the pack. And the spectacular woman in his arms was more than he could ever have hoped to find. This was bigger than just finding a mate to complete the family and carry their children—this was a connection that transcended simple love. There was something about this woman that held the answer to every dream he’d ever had, every fantasy he’d ever dared to allow to play out in his mind, and every wish he’d made late at night as he’d lain awake and alone.
Chapter Eight
Trevlon Wolf had never had to work very hard to get a woman into his bed and heaven knew he and Jameson had shared more than their fair share of willing subs over the years. But Kit was their mate so everything about this experience was amplified in significance and importance. When he’d moved her foot to the bench and then ran his fingers around the tight ring of muscles surrounding her anus to let her know he wanted to play, she had collapsed into Jameson’s waiting arms. And for a heartbeat or two Trev had worried she was going to back out. But the warm wash of her arousal over his fingers let him know exactly how their words had affected her.
As Jameson had soothed her anxious reaction, he’d taken advantage of her distraction and begun pressing his finger gently into her rear hole. Part of their mating would involve them both claiming her in front of anyone in their pack who wanted to watch so it was important she understood exactly what pleasure awaited her on the other side of that first bit of pain. He didn’t know how she would react when she discovered exactly how the ancient ceremony unfolded, but he knew they could make it so pleasurable she’d have long forgotten about their audience by the time they actually sunk their cocks into her.
“Push back against my finger, baby—just as you would if you were trying to push me out.” He’d been using her thick cream as lubrication and his finger was slowly pressing again the ring of muscles that were tightly guarding her tight little ass. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus, she is so tight. That’s it, baby, relax into it. I’m not going to hurt you and I promise this is going to launch you right over the moon.”
Trev heard her panting breaths and knew she was getting close to her release so he leaned forward and gave her a small bite right on the plumpest part of her ass cheek. When he heard her moan against Jameson’s chest, he knew she had been pulled back from the edge—even if it had been unwillingly. “Give yourself to me, Kit. Trust me to lead you and you won’t be disappointed, I promise. Such a good girl, let Jameson hold you. Neither he nor I will ever let you fall. And right now, the only thing that you need to do is feel.”
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