by Scott, Talyn
“My God,” Molly hissed. “No one told you about my swelling or the errand. You can read my mind!”
“Bane truly was concerned.” Dru’s smile widened before he misted away, saying, “Though, I’m guilty as charged.”
“Geez,” Molly moaned, holding her forehead. “Can I stop him from reading my mind?”
Heath shrugged. “Don’t worry about Dru.”
Ail cleared his throat. “Breakfast is on the coffee table.” He pierced her with an unwavering stare, one he used when sparing with other males. “Come here, sweetheart, so I can feed you.” He held his hand out for her, curling his fingers in a forward motion. When Molly widened her stance, placing her hands on her hips in a blatant show of rebellion, Ail deliberately licked his bottom lip. “I’m not repeating myself, because I know you heard me the first time.”
Heath reached down into a tiny refrigerator and pulled out a small bottle of orange juice. He tried to place it in Molly’s hand, but she shooed away his efforts. “You were hungry before all this started, lass,” he pressed in pacifying tones. “I insist you drink.”
“Let’s get something straight right now,” she raised her voice, though it still had a bit of a tremble to it, and glanced between them. “There will be no - and unlike Ail, I have no problems repeating myself - bossing me around. At all. Never will I run panting and wagging my tail for any man. I’ve done enough of that for he who is now known as the ex-husband, so don’t even bother trying to put me on your leash. If you do,” she yelled, shaking her already shaking finger at Ail, “werewolf or not, I will bolt so fast that I’ll leave skid marks on your posturing ass!”
Ail fought with everything he had not to pull his belt off and show her what a posturing ass could really do. Instead, he sat down in the closest chair, one of two in the tiny condominium, and patted his thigh. “You will sit in my lap, and I will feed you by my hand. This is my right.”
“Your…your what?” she stammered, taking a couple steps back until she knocked into Heath’s chest. She lifted her hand to her head, rubbing her temple, and immediately Ail scented her need.
“My right.” Ail didn’t know what his werewolf would do if Molly didn’t show some sign of - dare he think it - compliance. But it was either piss her off by feeding her from his hand, or he was about to get very, very sexual. The former might be easier for her to accept right now, though his werewolf couldn’t seem to wait long enough to lick between her thighs. “I’ll be honest. You know I’m not human. Not a drop of human blood runs through my veins, and I’m one proud male. Fuck being human, werewolves are the shit. Just so you know, my inherent instincts are driving me to take you. Hard and fast.”
“Take me,” she echoed. Then she stepped away from Heath as though his nearness suddenly irked her. “Since you saved my life, you think you can take me?”
“Has nothing to do with me saving your life.” Ail crossed his ankle over his opposite knee, settling back into the chair. “Your granny is a pureblood, so you’re one-quarter lycanthrope, Molly.”
She threw up her hands, not listening. “Cause, really, I’ve just about reached my limit for the week.”
“Just like your sisters, Tatum and Renee. You also have multiple mates.”
Her breath hitched when she continued her mumbling, “I said my thanks the best way that I could have.”
“Therefore, Heath isn’t the only one who is claiming you,” Ail persisted over her rambling. “I am.”
“After all,” she said as if he hadn’t spoken, sidestepping Heath again, “what can I possibly do for any of you…creatures.”
“There’s plenty you can do,” Ail said evenly, “starting with accepting the fact that you don’t belong in the human world. You belong with your mates. I want you to come here.” He patted his knee again, tilting his head toward the small table by the chair. “I phoned Renee and found out you like key lime muffins, stopped by the bakery afterwards. They have the powdered sugar on top and everything. I want to feed you one bite, Molly. One single bite and I’ll drop this. For now.”
“Why?”
“I’m guessing Heath got to bathe you.”
Her brows drew together. “The paint…he washed off the paint.”
“Werewolves reserve many things for their mates alone,” Heath explained gently, cupping her elbow when she took yet another step back. “Bathin’ and feedin’ are two of the many rights a male has with his female. They’re considered acts of nurturin’ affection, an emotion into themselves. Ail just found out that you were his female, too. And I don’t think that I could have contained myself the way he just did, walkin’ in on you grippin’ that butt plug while my mouth suckled your sweet pussy. But he did. The kindest thing you can do for Ail - and don’t forget that it was he who saved you last night from the vampires – is to hold him and eat the food he’s provided for you.” He pulled her along; bringing her closer to Ail’s lap, so he dropped his leg and opened his stance. Hoping and praying. “I cannot imagine the pain his werewolf is inflictin’ on him, while tryin’ to get to you.”
“H-how…,” she stopped talking when Heath placed her onto Ail’s thigh.
“This feels so right,” Ail whispered, tracing the slope of her nose with a careful fingertip. “I dare you to tell me you don’t feel this pull, Molly.”
Chapter Thirteen
When Molly landed on Ail’s thigh, a spike of desire shot through her that she couldn’t fight. “You’re doing something to my head,” she accused.
Ail shook his head no, longer strands of ebony hair covering one eye. Reaching around, she cupped the back of his head, running her fingers through the shorter layers found there. “Absolutely not, Molly Ballbuster, and before you ask, neither is Heath.”
“This is truth, lass,” Heath susurrated. “In the bathroom just now, all I sent through you were tendrils of soothin’, in order to calm you. However, you managed to kick them right out of your head.” He gave her a greedy look, one that severely dampened her last pair of clean panties. “Pretty impressive, though I expect nothing less from my mate.”
“And Dru is a vampire, was he -” Molly got seriously distracted when ail trailed a simple fingertip over her collarbone, before tracing her throat up to her ear.
“He wasn’t coercing you, either, Molly. He was doing the lulling thing vampires do. More for my benefit than yours, Dru wanted to calm me, seeing as how I’m a youngling. I’m expected to, hmmm,” he stopped and swirled that same fingertip inside her ear and her nipples immediately shot out. “As a youngling, I’m expected to be more aggressive with my celestially appointed mate than a male of, say, Heath’s age.”
“Aggressive and I’m your celestially appointed mate,” she repeated. Heath’s hands slid up her thighs as Ail continued to tend that one ear, his other hand slowly roaming up and down her back. “Four hands, just like in my dreams.”
“Your dreams from Heat are your callin’, lass,” Heath said against the inside of her knee. “One of the reasons you are so calm now is because your body and mind prepared itself a long time ago to accept us.”
“It’s natural for mixed bloods,” Ail whispered, leaning down and brushing his lips across her jaw, just the faintest of touch. “You hated your sisters’ lifestyles, judged them for choosing their mates. Now, you want this for yourself. Again, natural for our kind, because, Molly, you are not entirely human.”
“Granny’s really a werewolf.” It wasn’t a question. “That explains a lot.” She thought of all the times, even in her childhood, when her grandmother would do and say the most outlandish things. “So my dad is?”
“Half,” Heath filled in, “and even though he married a complete human, you have more than enough blood to become immortal. Of course, that would be through proper mating, during the next full moon.”
Immortal? “Are Tatum and Renee?”
“Absolutely,” Ail murmured, his lips brushing the top of her lip, though he still didn’t kiss her.
She shifted when H
eath’s kisses became bolder, trailing up her thighs, and Ail couldn’t take his eyes off the action. And every move she made sent electrical currents through her ass and womb. There wasn’t any way she could wear this anymore, so the butt plug had to take a hike. “Heath, no way, I can’t wear this thing.”
Heath reached under her tiny skirt and pulled her panties aside. “Ah, swelling’s down. You’re already back to normal. That was fast.”
“That’s not what I’m concerned about, and you know it.” She pressed her face against Ail’s chest when Heath inserted the very tip of his finger inside her dripping opening. She moved back and felt the rigid length of Ail’s erection against her hip. “It feels too strange when I sit.”
“Painfully foreign or simply uncomfortable,” Heath asked. “I told you that I don’t want you in pain. Though, just so you know, I can scent when you are.”
“I guess…it’s making me…”
“Horny?” Ail supplied. After a blurring movement, he then held a small piece of muffin to her lips. “Take a bite, Molly, from your male’s hand. It is my honor to feed you.” With the way he eye-smoldered her, there wasn’t any way for her to refuse. She parted her lips and he eased the tartly sweet confection inside her mouth. “Chew.” He swiped his thumb over her bottom lip, brought the remnants of powdered sugar to his full lips and licked his thumb clean. “I’m imagining licking something else, want to guess what that is, Molly?”
Guess? He didn’t leave anything to the imagination. When she swallowed, the muffin landed like a heavy lump. “There’s no way I can eat now, not with you two acting all proprietary.” She pushed the next bite away, her body dying for relief.
“You cannot eat because you can think of nothing else but what it would feel like to have two males taking you the way werewolves do,” Ail summed her up.
And she had to admit that he was spot-on. The need she had before was nothing compared to this, and she couldn’t deal with such bodily demands. And it didn’t help matters when Heath slid her panties down her legs, pressing the flat of his hand against her thigh to part her to his gaze. “You’re really my mate, too, Ail?”
Ail was captivated on what Heath was doing to her. “I am completely yours and you belong to Heath and me.” A long, familiar finger eased its way inside her channel. When Heath reached the entrance to her womb, he held still. This caused Molly to tilt up her pelvis, begging for more. She moaned and tried to wiggle, but Heath held her in a firm grip. “Between your mating Heat and finding your celestial mates,” Ail continued to explain, “your body has conjured up a sexual vortex only your mates can fill."
“This is what happened to Tatum and Renee, right?” Her hands went to Heath’s hair, pulling the long strands, but he wouldn’t budge or move his fingers. Ail brought her hands away from Heath’s hair and kissed each one. His touch soothed her anxiety, but did nothing to hamper her escalating lust.
“Yes, like us, they were fortunate to find each other.”
"In my mind, I can't take this,” she groaned, wanting them both desperately. And considering how badly she’d judged her sisters, she was the worst sort of hypocrite. “But my body, oh, I can’t take the emptiness.”
Ail leaned down and blocked her view of Heath. "But I can make it go away, Molly. I can quench every thirst inside your body." Oh so slowly, he reached between her breasts and weaved his fingers through one of the many holes on her crocheted bodice. "Just say the word and you'll find out what it truly means to be a werewolf's mate." His head came further down and he replaced his fingers with his tongue, swirling inside an opening, heating her already heated skin, which was easy to do since she was braless. "Satiated." He reached inside her dress and lightly pinched her aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Happy." He gave the bud a twist, right when Heath lightly twirled his finger inside her vagina. "Protected." Ail wrapped his lips around her now throbbing nipple, replacing his fingers. She would have shot off his lap if four insistent hands hadn’t held her in place. "Heath and I live to please you and only you."
Heath settled his open mouth over her clitoris, fondling her with the tip of his tongue, languidly licking her as if he had all day to play. She cried out, grabbing Ail’s sleek black hair, exposing the other eye he kept hidden behind his long bangs. When she tried to look away, ashamed of needing two men so desperately, he gripped her chin and insisted she face him. "Look at me, my mate. Heath wants to bring you to climax, and I want to watch every expression that flashes across your face, when you come. Do you want that, too?”
God help her, she did. “Yes.”
His relief was evident. “Your acceptance goes straight to my heart and to my cock. And you had better keep those fiery, Irish eyes wide open for me. There's no reason for you to hide, no reason to feel embarrassed about anything we do together. Is there, Molly?” Heath’s tongue dipped to the butt plug, circling her straining opening.
“Oh, that’s intense,” she groaned, thrashing her head back and forth.
Ail cupped her jaw, holding her steady, his passionate stare boring through her. “Answer me, my mate.”
“No, no shame,” she hissed, when Heath wouldn’t relent, his tongue a force for which to be reckoned.
“Say the words, Molly,” Ail went on, whispering his intentions right against her ear. “Say you want me. Then when you are wide open and truly wet for me, I'm going to plunge my werewolf’s tongue deep inside your clinging pussy and feel every ripple of your climax. I'm going to savor the first taste of you against my tongue, licking you ruthlessly until you have yet another orgasm and cry out my name. Only then, will I kiss my way up your entire body, sniff your throat, and sink my canines into your delicate flesh, where I will mark you in the way of the werewolf. Just so no random male will touch what's mine. Yeah, baby, that's also one of my rights.” He groaned along with her, licking the shell of her ear. “The way you smell, Molly, I could lick you for hours, even days, and I wouldn't get enough of you.” With his hand still at her breast, he flipped her nipple back and forth with his thumb, and then dragged his roughened tongue over the hardened tip. “Say the words.”
Heath picked that moment to suck her labia between his canines, stretching her until she walked the edge of orgasm. “Take me. Do something!”
"Ah, the sound of your submission goes straight to my soul…and other physical areas."
She lifted her chest in an effort to push more of her breast inside the warm cavern of Ail’s mouth. He flattened his tongue against her areola and allowed his free hand to slide down her body, positioning his fingers at her entrance, where Heath had begun to stroke her in and out…in and out. Heath brought his mouth from the drenched folds of her pussy, licking his lips in delectation. Ail dipped two fingers inside her, only to his first knuckles, swirled, and then removed them. He brought the same hand to her mouth and painted her lips with her own arousal. Her body was burning with her Heat, her belly clenching with her desire.
“Our first taste together,” Ail said just before capturing her mouth in a deep and punishing kiss, one fueled by untamed passion. She tasted herself on him, salty, sweet, and a touch musky. His tongue reached the back of her throat, though, strangely, she didn’t get the sense that she would choke. It felt natural. The three of them together felt natural.
When Ail pulled back, she opened her mouth and said the first thing that popped into her head. “Ail, Heath, I want to try this, but I’m at a loss as to how.”
Immediately, Heath took her out of Ail’s arms, pulled the skimpy dress over her head, and stared down at her with a look of fierce possessiveness. He then brought her to the king sized bed, placed her on her back, and tore off her panties. Ail unzipped his pants and freed his erection. It was nothing short of beautiful. Protruding from a light dusting of black hair, definitely manscaped, his stalk stood tall and thick as he kicked off his shoes and pants. The smooth velvety skin stretched erotically over his tribal inflixx, though the borings weren’t as numerous as Heath’s were. Yet th
eir sizes were comparable. He had tribal tattoos similar to Heath’s, though Heath’s marking stretched around his rib cage. Ail had identical markings up his right arm and all the way down the side of his right body. They curled around his right hip, where some points reached the crisp hairs of his pubis, and then circled his right thigh. She couldn’t imagine the amount of time or pain that went into the thing, but it was spectacularly hot. He gave her a slow smile, standing proudly as she truly admired his body.
Heath made quick work of his clothes, until he, too, stood naked before her. His chest somewhat broader than Ail’s, he looked more like the highlander he probably was, in another era. In her mind’s eye, Molly could easily picture him swinging a claymore overhead and slaughtering anyone who dared to threaten what was his. Much the same way Ail had protected her the other night against the vampires, and he hadn’t even known he was her mate. Yeah, she had a lot to think about, but she couldn’t do it now.
“You’re both truly gorgeous,” she whispered.
Heath stretched out next to her, on the side where he slept last night. He kissed her cheek and pointedly opened her legs. “Remember my rule, lass. Thighs are always open and waitin’ for me, when we’re in a private settin’. With one languid stroke across her nether regions, he swiped from her clit to her anus, paying extra attention where she strained with the plug.
Ail’s eyes darted all over her, never stopping. He then nodded as he leaned over her, resting on the palms of his hands. “My Molly, you are everything that I desire.” When he brought his mouth to her throat, flicking his sandpapery tongue over a particularly sensitive spot, Molly reached between them to stroke his cock. Quickly, he pulled her hand away. “I’m too fired up, sweetheart. I need to hold onto it a little while longer.”