by R. A. Boyd
“Yes,” she whispered, pushing herself backward as if to urge him on. “Please.”
She was on fire now, and she would give anything to have his cock buried deep inside her, making her come. Making her scream. Making her curse. The feel of the soft pillows on the couch abraded her nipples and shot hot lines of pleasure straight to her core.
Damon continued to tease her, rubbing the large head of his length against her, coating himself with her juices. As she tried to move herself to take him inside, he made two shallow thrusts and then buried himself deep into her pussy.
She called out and dug her nails into the cushions of the couch. He may not have been as long as Jax, but he was definitely wide. Her muscles stretch to accept all of him. She threw her head back and said over and over, “Fuck. Damon, fuck yes.”
He started to move in and out of her, slowly taking his time to make sure he didn’t hurt her. “I’m going to teach you to talk dirty, Cass,” he said, and she could hear the grin in his voice. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me what you want.”
He bent over her, and the warmth of this chest against her back only heightened the feel of him inside her. The feel of him sliding against her inner walls, the tip of his large cock hitting that precious spot just inside her pussy made her descent into an oncoming orgasm so much faster.
“Harder, Damon. Fuck me harder, please,” she said, testing her limits.
The heavy, wide, hard length of Damon’s cock inside of her made her bold. She wanted him to fuck her and make her come. She wanted to make him come. The slick sound of his dick sliding through the wet folds of her pussy and the rough feel of the fabric against her nipples had her orgasm threatening to sing through her body.
“So tight,” he said, hips crashing against her. “You want my cock deeper, baby?” he asked.
No words. She couldn’t speak. She was so close to coming that nothing else mattered. Not the mild discomfort of Damon’s wide cock pummeling her pussy. Not the pleasure that seemed to emanated from the painful, deep strokes of his cock. She loved this. She loved being able to take him.
“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned. She gripped the couch to give herself leverage and began pushing back against him, taking his cock deeper and harder.
She heard the front door open but didn’t care. Cass knew that if it was anyone other than Jax, Damon would have been on them in seconds. Heavy footfalls sounded through the foyer. A light sigh made its way through the room and she smiled as Jax made his way to the back of the couch and looked down at her, lust pooling in his eyes and the bright moon colored shine breaking through his gaze.
He shifted the elastic on his pants and brought out his cock. Cass licked her lips and smiled up at him through hooded eyes. She would be bold now. She would take Jax’s cock into her mouth while Damon fucked her from behind.
“I can’t decide which feels better,” Damon said through panted breaths. “The warmth of her mouth or the tight heat of her pussy.” He didn’t break stride as he spoke to Jax. He still kept fucking her, pleasing her.
She smiled at the thought of being able to make them feel as good as she felt at the same time. Cass knew in the back of her mind that she should feel awkward, Jax and Damon talking, as one fucked her aching pussy and the other ready to take her mouth. But she didn’t.
It made her feel powerful. These two men who had had sex with many women before wanted her. She wasn’t experienced in this, but they made her feel as if she was the most powerful, most adored, most revered woman on the planet.
“I can’t wait to find out for myself,” Jax said, looking at her, full moon eyes shining brighter than anything in the room. “Will you let me find out now, Beautiful?”
He was asking her permission. They all knew that when they claimed her they would have to take her together, but he wanted to make sure it was okay with her.
Cass reached forward and stroked Jax’s cock. It was ready and stood at attention, throbbing with need. He ran his fingers through her hair and guided his cock toward the heat of her mouth. She leaned forward and licked the tip of his sizable cock, tasting the salty drop that was there on the head.
She wondered for a moment how she would be able to focus on pleasing Jax while Damon was driving her toward an orgasm. She was about to find out.
Cass tried to wrap her hand around his length and pulled him inside her mouth. He thrust his hips and she gagged slightly but fought to keep him deep inside her.
“God-damn,” Jax said, hips moving and retreating, retreating and moving toward her face. He grabbed a handful of her hair and held her head at an angle. “Suck it, Cass.”
She doubled down and used her cheeks and tongue to cause more suction, and reveled at the sound of his animal. A low growl emanated in his chest and continued while she sucked his cock. The sound was like a shockwave through her body
Cass moaned deep in her throat. Damon reached around and started massaging her clit as Jax slid his hand down and took one of her heavy, ample breasts in his palm and squeezed. Every plunge of Jax’s cock into her mouth sent white heat to her nipples, her clit, and her pussy.
They were both smooth and hard and hot and driving into her. She loved it. She wanted it. She was being pushed closer and closer to an edge she never imagined existed.
With one hand Damon kept up the sweet assault on her clit, rubbing tight circles and pushing toward her wet cleft every other stroke to keep up the pressure. And with the other hand he rubbed circles around her tight ass, and when one of his fingers dipped into her puckered hole she let out a deep groan around Jax’s cock.
Jax pulled his length away from her, grabbed a handful of her hair, and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He kept the friction constant against her nipples with his large hand, kept the pressure just this side of pain as he fisted her hair, and kept his mouth locked against hers as he fucked her mouth with his tongue.
He bit her bottom lip and said, “Imagine what it will be like when my dick is deep in your ass and Damon’s is deep in your pussy. Can you imagine it?” he asked, pressing her hard bud between his fingers as he kneaded his hand around her breast. “Think of what it will be like when Damon gets to fuck that tight ass of yours and I get to suck your clit into my mouth and let you fuck my hand.”
“Oh, God,” Cass said, closing her eyes and seeing all the deliciously naughty things Jax was saying to her. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come. Please, please let me come.”
Damon began pounding at her pussy harder, rubbing her clit harder, and now he had two fingers inside her ass, giving her more sensations than she had ever felt. She was seeing stars and her entire body was on fire from the warmth of one thousand suns.
She ground her ass against Damon’s cock as he slammed into her pussy over and over, her orgasm now roaring closer to push her over. Cass looked up just in time to watch Jax grab his cock and start stroking himself to the rhythm of him caressing her breasts. The muscles in his arm flexed as he fisted himself, squeezing the head and running his palm along it as he rounded the top.
The sight and feel of pleasing them and being pleased by them was too much. Her body froze, and then a wave of pleasure took her over from head to toe. “Oh, God. Oh… fuck. Yes,” she moaned.
Warm jets of heat filled her core as Damon came inside of her, filling her until she could feel his empty seed dripping down her leg. Aftershocks wracked her body as he still moved inside her. The sound of a low hum made her open her eyes, and when she did she saw Jax still pleasing himself. As his hips began to jerk toward her and his eyes rolled back, she sat up, pushing her breasts toward him as an offering.
He looked down at her and after one, two, three pumps of his hand, Jax was emptying himself onto her chest. Wet warmth dripped down her breasts as Jax came on her, and then he reached down and rubbed it into her skin.
Cass bared her teeth as Jax rubbed his cum onto her chest. He bit back a laugh and then moaned again, the stomach contractions from laughing firing off shots of pleasure from the base of hi
s cock to his spine. He didn’t know whether she liked having his seed dripping down her chest or if she was grossed out by it.
“I’ll get a cloth,” Jax said, forcing his wobbly legs to move toward the laundry room.
The sight of her face would forever be engraved in his mind. She looked pleased yet confused, turned on yet slightly grossed out. By the time he made it back to her and Damon, she was straddling him on the couch and looking down at her chest. Damon had already sensed her discomfort and given her a few napkins from the coffee table.
Jax had already washed his hands and toweled off his dick. He was sated, but if she wanted to go another round with the both of them he was ready.
Jax smiled as he reached forward and began to wipe off her chest. “Did that make you uncomfortable?” He was trying so hard not to laugh at her.
He and Damon had talked before about whether or not women liked it when a man came on her. Some did and some didn’t. Their mate seemed to be part of the latter group. He, nor Damon, had done it often but they wanted her covered in their scent.
Cass shook her head and pulled up one of her large breasts, wiping off any cum that was left there. “It’s not that. Stop laughing.” She pouted and he wanted to bite her bottom lip. “No one has ever done that before. I was trying to figure out how I felt about it.”
“I won’t do it again,” Jax said, sitting down next to them.
She shrugged and gave a half smile, and damn-it if she wasn’t the cutest thing he’d ever seen. “I think I want you to,” she whispered, and it seemed as if she were talking to herself. “It was different. Having you on my skin and inside of me, both of you, made me feel… I don’t have the right words for it. It’s not bad. I felt—”
“Almost claimed,” Damon said, finishing her sentence. He kissed the space between her cheek and lips, and then rubbed her hair out of her face.
Right now the coily mass was all over the place, and she looked fucking sexy. Freshly fucked. Like all she needed was a sandwich and some sleep and she would be out for the night.
“Yes,” Cass said, responding to Damon. “Almost claimed. When are we going to do that?”
Damon bit her chin. “Are you in a rush to bear our marks?”
“Yes,” she said simply. “I think you should do it soon.”
Jax reached over and rubbed his hand over her chest, and it made him proud that she leaned in toward his touch. She was comfortable with them, and it showed in her posture. She was naked and still straddling Damon, whose pants were down around his ankles. When he’d reached over to touch her, she didn’t shy away from the idea of being touched by them even though they weren’t having sex.
He would never understand how they got so lucky to have someone as wonderful as her. She was kind, stronger than she knew, and she was sexy. The scent of them mingled with hers. It was like an aphrodisiac to him. He wanted her scent all over this house and hoped that one day she would consider this her home too. Jax wanted to demand that she move in with them right now, but he knew that despite how kind and sweet she was she would never put up with that shit.
His shit. He knew he could be a real bastard and that his temper was like fire, but being in her presence calmed him. Soothed him. Cass was turning him into a kitten. She’d made him purr this morning! He loved every bit of her existence. Part of him wanted to ask why they’d found her now, but he didn’t give a shit. She was there with them and they’d been waiting forever to find her. Their wish had finally come true.
With a kiss to his thumb, Cass broke him out of his spell. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Jax looked at Damon and knew that his Omega could sense the turmoil rolling around inside him. He wanted to hell her but didn’t have the words. There was no need to alarm her just yet.
“I got a phone call when I went over to talk to Simon, the one who was looking through the window,” he said, taking his phone out of his pocket and putting it on the coffee table.
“So he hates me already.”
Jax pulled his lips in and got pissed off all over again. He told Simon the next time he even thought he was looking at Cass the wrong way he would snatch his fucking eyes out through his mouth. “He doesn’t hate you. Babe,” he said, taking a deep breath and sitting back in the chair. “He’s afraid of change. Hell, most of us are. We’ve been living this life for so long… Dinosaurs. Dinosaurs were roaming the Earth when we were cursed. Man hadn’t even been made yet. The Creator let us know what the next creation would be and a lot of angels lost their shit.”
With a look to Damon, Jax knew that his friend could feel what he felt.
“Cass,” Damon said, pulling her attention to him. “We’ve been cursed for so long that living life any other way seems unimaginable. That’s what Simon is, most likely, afraid of. He doesn’t hate you. From talking with everyone this morning they are worried that all of us are going to screw this up. Have we been redeemed? We don’t know. But it must mean something that you’ve been shown to us. Is it because we did something right or was it just supposed to be this way all along?”
She shook her head, finally getting it that it wasn’t about her or her being human. It had everything to do with them feeling pushed away from God, and now? Now, maybe, they were being shown favor.
Cass nodded and stood up from Damon’s lap. She winced and they both saw it. She was sore. Damon went to say something but Cass put her hand up.
“I’m fine. You are large. I’ll get used to it,” she said, fluttering her hand in front of her. “I’m going to take a shower, eat something, and then get ready to meet with the rest of the clan. They may or may not be happy with me being here, but here I am. I’m not going anywhere. So, they’ll just have to get used to me.”
Jax smiled as she bent down and started picking up her clothes. He wanted to follow after her and do everything for her: carry her up the stairs, bathe her, feed her. But he knew that would make her feel coddled, and she’d already made comments in the ride over about being able to take care of herself.
When Damon had mentioned the possibility of her moving in she looked happy and hesitant. She and Andrew had bought that home, and it meant something to her. They’d figure it out. Together.
“Want me to make you a sandwich while you’re in the shower?” Jax asked, standing up to head to the kitchen but stopping to kiss the top of her head first.
She smiled and leaned up on her toes to kiss his chin. “Yes, please. Whatever lunch meat and cheese you have is fine. And just mustard. Mayo makes me want to gag unless it’s in tuna. Or my mom’s potato salad.” She walked back over to Damon and kissed his nose.
They both watched her walk up the stairs, and Jax’s cock thumped against his pants as the delicious globes of her ass swayed back and forth. Taking a deep breath, he looked over to Damon who was now pulling up his jeans.
“Brother,” Damon said, going to stand next to Jax. “Something else is wrong. Go on. Spill it.”
“I hate that sometimes,” Jax said, walking toward the kitchen. Damon being able to read him was a pain in the ass.
“It’s my job in this pack to know,” he said, clapping Jax on the shoulder. “What else is going on?”
Jax could hear the stress in Damon’s voice. Yeah, it was his job to help the clan members through their problems, but this had to do with their mate. That alone made both of them more on edge. He hadn’t even gotten used to the idea of worrying about her more than he did himself. They’d been thrown headlong into falling for this woman.
“Welp,” Jax said, slapping the swinging door open to the kitchen. “The problem in the clan is nothing compared to the war we could be facing.”
Chapter 8
The myriad of emotions floating around the main hall had Damon on edge. Most of the clan were thrilled they’d found the one to complete their triad and bring a new chapter to their lives. But a few of them were just as nervous as Simon. He may have been the only one honest about his discomfort, but there was at least one more whos
e dumbass feelings ran deeper. The emotion was hesitant as if waiting to see what would happen. That was understandable. With all of them in the hall together, minus Teague and Audra, he couldn’t figure out who it was.
“Is the back door open?” Cole asked, walking toward the back of the hall. “I keep getting a whiff of deer fur.”
Damon had smelled it, too. He’d checked the door in the rear when he came in to turn on the lights in the hall and cut on the heat. The cold didn’t bother them, but he wanted Cass to be as comfortable as possible when she met the clan. “I had the back door open earlier while I was bringing in groceries. A deer might have come in and looked around while I ran to the bathroom, but I left out through that door. It was closed. We’ll give this place a thorough cleaning tonight.”
Cole nodded and gave Damon a sideways glance. “Did Cass and her sister make up?”
Damon smiled but then shrugged it off. He could tell earlier that Cole had the hots for Andi. She may not be his mate, but he sure as shit wanted to fuck her. She wanted him too. The lust was pouring off the both of them this morning, but Damon was hesitant. Cass would be a leader in this clan and having her hate Cole for fucking over her sister would cause bad blood.
Well, that was unless all Cass’s sister wanted was a bed-buddy. That was all Cole was looking for. Someone to pass the time with.
Damon hoped Cole would find someone to take the edge off. Just yesterday he was talking about being put down and promising not to haunt the clan. He’d mentioned it before, but yesterday morning the hopelessness of never finding a mate was throbbing in Cole’s words. He’d meant it. He was tired of just existing. Hearing those words come out of Cole’s mouth made Damon want to punch the man in his fucking throat to shut him up. Damon didn’t want to hold it against him, but the feel that his brother had just given up was heart wrenching. But now since he and Jax had found their mate, that gave the others in the clan hope that their mate was on their way to them too.