by Unknown
Rebecca blinked in surprise and Jeremiah just smiled, then nodded. Though Lacey couldn't tell if his satisfied look was because she'd acknowledged the supernatural... or maybe he thought she was flirting.
Lacey took a sip of tea and averted her gaze.
For Mark's part, he didn't seem overly concerned by the idea of magic. There was a time not so long ago when he would have asked for evidence, told her there was always a rational explanation. Not anymore.
Mark stroked her cheek gently before turning back to the couple. "You don't have any children?"
Rebecca frowned. "We're sterile." But then she cupped her cheek with a twinkle in her eye. "At least we don't have to worry about protection." With that she stretched her legs out so her feet sat a hair's breadth from Mark's leg. Her shift barely covered her thighs, the hem ending just over her hips.
"Oh." Lacey self-consciously smoothed the rough cloth over her legs. She hadn't intended to stumble into a sensitive subject. Yet here she was, not knowing what to say. And Rebecca had sidestepped the issue with playful flirtation. Directed at Mark, no less.
She doesn't think... Lacey gulped down the last of her tea. Rebecca must have misinterpreted her slip up about watching them earlier. While Jeremiah was sexy—with a certain unrefined, rough around the edges appeal—it wasn't like she wanted to act on that little detail. Or did she?
Bashfully, Lacey glanced up at Mark. He raised his eyebrows with a subtle smile on his face.
"That is convenient." Her gaze flicked to Jeremiah and she instantly regretted the eye contact.
He stared at her with hungry intensity as he sat quiet and still. As passive as he seemed, there was no doubt what he had on his mind. She had to admit she liked the attention but the anticipation sent a chill up her spine.
As if sensing Lacey's nervousness, Mark shifted his legs, tightening his hold on her, but his hand brushed against Rebecca's toes.
"Sorry," he grunted, his face knotted with embarrassment.
"That's okay." Rebecca shot him a coy smile. "I like foot rubs."
Mark stared back at the sexy redhead for a moment before he glanced down at Lacey.
Time seemed to stand still as her mind balanced on the edge of a precipice. She didn't dare step forward and yet she couldn't go back. The air in the room grew heavy and it smelled of temptation: warm earth, sweet musk.
She gazed into the sky-blue depths of Mark's eyes. His private fantasies were one thing, but she knew that he would never act on them without her blessing. And she trusted him, more than anyone else in the world. More than she trusted herself sometimes.
Lacey drew a long breath and ventured another look at Jeremiah. "He does give a great massage."
A wide grin spread across Jeremiah's face. "Then I insist he give her one."
"Honey, please." Rebecca glanced back at him. "They are guests. We shall not make demands, only ask their indulgence."
Mark cleared his throat. "No. It's all right. I don't mind."
Tentatively at first, he lifted his hand over her toes. Then his fingers curled around the pad of her foot.
Rebecca sucked in a quiet breath and closed her eyes as Mark kneaded her skin, pressing, and rubbing along the arch and down to the heel.
Lacey knew that Mark could work magic with his hands, but she had never seen him touch another woman in such an intimate way. Yet, the fact that the other couple had a strong relationship set her at ease.
This was a game that she wished they'd had the courage to try back at that Vegas hotel. But that was a different couple, and seemed like another lifetime ago. They hadn't been ready then.
Mark wanted Rebecca, of that there was no doubt. But Lacey didn't fault him for it. In a way, she even found it arousing.
Though that was one little secret she would keep to herself.
No one would believe she was a werewolf, of course. But even setting that issue aside, most normal wives didn't get excited by the idea of their husbands banging red-haired fantasy women. Especially after being separated and thrust into mortal danger.
Well, she might discuss it with Mark later, but not anyone else. She could only imagine what her girlfriends back home might say. They would question her marriage for sure, perhaps even her sanity.
To Lacey though, it didn't seem wrong. And Mark hand never asked her to be a normal wife. That was one of the things she loved about him. So the prospect of the two of them sharing each other wasn't just a kinky adventure. It was a chance to celebrate who they were, how they loved each other, and just being alive.
As she gazed at the blissful look on Rebecca's face and Jeremiah's seductive smile, she knew they were ready now.
"You're beautiful together," Lacey murmured as she stretched a hand down Mark's leg. "I've never seen anything so sensual."
Jeremiah raised a suggestive eyebrow. "Do not disparage yourself. Your beauty is quite distracting as well."
Something fragile fluttered in Lacey's chest and she quickly looked down at the empty cup in her hands. A new wave of heat burned in her face as her tongue seemed tied in a knot. She should have had a smooth response, seductive and dripping with charm. But the words were elusive.
Jeremiah eased Rebecca out of his lap and rose to his feet. He set the teapot back on the tray and a smile played on his face as he moved to retrieve the cups: first his own, then the two by Rebecca and Mark, then he approached Lacey. He gave a slight bow of his head as he leaned toward her, his fingers brushing her wrist, then stroking her hand.
Lacey drew in a short breath as she let the cup slide into his hand. Her skin tingled with his passing touch, and like a phantom, it lingered even as he stepped back to set the tray down at the far end of the cave.
Her eyes darted to Mark. Rebecca's leg lay over his now, with her foot resting on his thigh. And her emerald-green eyes studied his hands as they pressed and rubbed at her skin.
Jeremiah settled back into the pillows and re-captured Rebecca in a rough embrace, seating her on his lap again, but with her foot still touching Mark. And Jeremiah wasn't exactly in his original spot. Lacey noticed that he'd moved closer—close enough that he could touch her if they both reached a little. But he wasn't trying anything just yet. Lacey didn't make any move either, though the prickling sensation where he'd touched her hand told her that maybe she should.
Instead, she asked the question that teased at the back of her mind. "What I saw earlier... Was I right? Is it really some kind of magic?
Jeremiah grinned. "It is what you believe it to be."
Mark cocked his head, but he didn't say anything as his fingers continued to stroke Rebecca's foot.
Feeling bolder, Lacey continued, "And the sex? Do you have to—I mean, is it necessary?"
"This power... we call it 'the gift'..." Jeremiah's brows furrowed for a brief moment. Then he looked up and light danced in his eyes. "It is rare among werewolves, and I fear that mine is not as strong as I wish it were. But with my beautiful wife's help, we can amplify it for a time. It is deeply enjoyable, of course, but it takes a lot of focus." He inhaled a long breath. "And it is very elaborate. Truly, I prefer the simplicity of doing it the old fashioned way."
"I prefer the way of the wild." Rebecca giggled and squirmed on his lap, her toes stretching against Mark's firm grip. "From behind."
Mark chuckled, trying to hide the color rising in his cheeks. He focused on Rebecca's foot, his eyes downcast. But he flashed Lacey a sidelong glance with a smile.
"Mark likes taking me that way." She leaned against Mark and kissed his shoulder as she smoothed her hand over his chest. "I think he likes having complete control over me when I'm vulnerable."
Jeremiah's brow raised as he gave Mark an approving look.
Then Rebecca wiggled. "I think my mate likes that."
She leaned back and their mouths locked together, their tongues darting between their lips.
Mark glanced at Lacey but she could only shrug her shoulders. He lifted a hand to Lacey's face, while his other
hand remained on Rebecca.
"Are you okay with this?" Mark whispered.
Lacey nodded and planted a kiss on his lips.
His hands slid up her face, to the back of her head, and pressed her against him. Their tongues entwined as heat built up in her crotch. She wanted him. But she felt uncertain, like she was playing chess but didn't know what move to make next.
A moan trailed from Rebecca's lips. Her foot flexed against Mark's hand and she squirmed her rear over Jeremiah's lap as she spread her other leg. At this close distance, Lacey heard a squishing sound. Then her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of smooth flesh jutting out of Jeremiah's pants, just under Rebecca's short slip. But only the root of his cock was visible, as the rest disappeared into the neat red curls in between Rebecca's thighs.
They move fast, Lacey thought as she returned her mouth to her husband's lips. The blood rushed to her face and she closed her eyes. Then her hand slipped down to Mark's pants and she traced the bulge of his erection.
His fingers slipped down her neck and over her coarse shirt. His grip closed over her breast and squeezed, sending a warm bloom through her chest. Then he pinched her nipple, pulling it to a taut peak through the fabric.
Rebecca pulled her foot back and bent her legs, straddling Jeremiah's lap. With the added leverage, she rocked her hips, riding him in slow motion. Just under the hem of her shift, the ridge of his cock bulged with each sensual thrust.
Lacey unbuttoned Mark's fly and he hummed as her hand wrapped around the silky skin of his cock. Pulling it free, she pumped the shaft and he throbbed in response. The air was thick with sex, so alive and electric that the cavern walls seemed to fluctuate at the edge of her vision.
No, it was just a trick of the candlelight. That had to be it. Her mind was fuzzy but her drive was focused. And the smell of her own arousal invaded her senses.
Her eyes locked onto Mark's as she slid down his torso. A subtle smile played on his lips as he looked down at her. Then his mouth parted as she tongued the head of his cock.
A light touch brushed her ass and she jerked. As she glanced back, she saw Jeremiah leaning toward her, his slick cock curving out of his pants. Rebecca stood next to him, pulling her shift over her head. Once free of the cloth, she whipped her head, her fiery red hair cascading over her naked shoulders.
Carefully, she crouched down on her knees next to Lacey, bracing on her elbows with a warm smile on her face. "Do you mind if I taste him?" Rebecca asked.
Lacey sat up and glanced at Mark, who returned a faux shrug of indifference.
"Sure," Lacey breathed. But she couldn't deny the twinge of anxiety in her back.
With gentle fingers, Rebecca traced over Mark's hips. Then she wrapped her hands around his girth.
A sigh hissed through Mark's lips as the woman's mouth closed over the head of his cock.
Lacey's cheeks tingled as she watched Rebecca lick and suck him. And a strange sensation surfaced through the tangle of conflict in her mind. Her face flushed as she tried to identify it, for it wasn't jealousy. She knew he would still be hers after this. It was more complex, like a mixture of arousal and unbearable longing. By giving him to someone else, the more it heightened her desire for him.
Then a gentle hand wrapped around her fingers and her gaze shifted to Jeremiah. He gave her a little nod, and urged her closer to him.
For a moment, she was stuck. And her head flipped between Mark's blissful face and Jeremiah's hungry eyes.
But her curiosity had already worn her inhibitions thin. She finally relented and crawled on her knees to Jeremiah's waiting arms.
In surrendering, she left herself vulnerable. But he smiled softly at her, and ran his fingers up her arms. She trembled as he leaned close.
He blinked back at her. "If you do not wish to go further..."
Lacey shook her head. "I want to. I'm just..."
"I will go as slow as you need me to."
She glanced at Rebecca's red hair, shielding the side of her face as her head bobbed over Mark's crotch. Then she turned back to Jeremiah, looking up through her veiled lashes. "Have you two done this before?"
Jeremiah gave her a sly grin. "Not exactly like this."
That meant yes, of course, or something close enough that the distinctions didn't matter at all. Then again, she and Mark had done things not exactly like this when they'd invited Cole into their bed. But that was different, she told herself. That was in their home and their bed. This was a whole new world of uncertainty.
Jeremiah took her hand, stroking gently as his lips brushed the shell of her ear.
"Sexuality and desire," he murmured, "are more pronounced for our kind. Many of us take multiple partners—some, regardless of gender. And still others have sadistic tastes they indulge." His stubble tickled her earlobe.
"Not myself," he continued. "I love my wife, and our appetites are already strained by the magic. But I would be honored if you'd let me pamper you now."
Lacey sighed despite her anxiety and breathed in his masculine scent. Cole had been a tender lover too, but he was also new to the experience and tentative. The firm fingers massaging her hand spoke of confidence and experience. She couldn't deny that his darkness and mystery scared her. Nor could she deny her own excitement.
His hands caressed up her arms and across her back. Closing her eyes, she leaned into him, feeling the hardness of his chest against her soft breasts. Then his embrace closed around her, crushing their bodies together.
Rebecca purred behind her. With a quick glance, she saw the redhead gazing back at her with admiration, her hand pumping Mark's cock. Lacey blushed as her husband's eyes locked on her. He nodded with a coy smile, reassuring her.
She sucked in a gasp as Jeremiah's hands brushed up her shirt, gently cupping her breasts. His lips pecked down her neck, leaving blooms of warmth with each kiss.
Her body responded with heat and wetness between her legs. Closing her eyes, she gripped the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. And as she shrugged to free her arms, Jeremiah braced his hands against her back, pushing her chest out. Her skin tingled as he kissed down her collarbone and she felt her nipples hardening with anticipation.
But he took his time as he trailed his tongue over the curve of her breasts, like an artist, painting around her pink areolas. She couldn't tell if he was being cautious or just teasing her. Either way, it didn't matter as her nerves caught fire with lust.
Her fingers combed through his black hair, urging him to go further. Then her hands tightened as his lips found a nipple, closing over the taut flesh. With a firm suck he pulled it into his mouth and gave her a flick of his tongue.
She held him as he suckled her breast, her head back, her eyes closed. And her back tightened as his fingers hooked in her waistband. Gingerly, he pulled the pants down her thighs. His mouth licked down to her navel, caressing around the sensitive flesh. Then he went further, kissing down to the fine hair between her legs.
"You are beautiful," he murmured against her pelvis.
With firm hands, he helped her out of her pants. But as she knelt with one leg forward, he held her in place as he kissed her inner thigh. A tremble ran up her back, but his strong arms gave her support.
Licking and sucking, he moved to the inner crease of her leg, next to her crotch, his tongue darting along the bend.
She took a deep breath, relishing the seductive warmth coursing through her veins. He is teasing me, she decided with a smile.
Rebecca's moan echoed through the cave and Lacey snuck a glance back. Mark's hands braced on her sides, his cock disappearing into the shadowed folds between her thighs. Her smooth round ass rocked over him, her legs braced around his hips.
Lacey clutched her throat but she couldn't look away. It was fascinating to see him take another woman. Like a movie or a dance on stage, their movements were exaggerated and sensual, not quite real. But when she dug past the unexpected twinge of discomfort, she found a bright flame of arousal, burning
up from the depths of her core.
Then she gasped as Jeremiah's tongue found her clit. Her back jerked, bending her forward and she braced on his back to keep herself upright. In response, his tongue darted further, lapping down to her wet opening.
He circled her folds with broad strokes, prodding and toying inside her as the muscles of her lower back tensed. Her breath quickened. Now that, she hadn't expected.
In her admittedly limited experience, Mark was the only man who'd been interested in pleasing her that way. And though her husband was amazing, and never failed to give her what she wanted, she hadn't considered the subtle differences she might find in another technique.
And Jeremiah's tantalizing caress was driving her wild. True to his word, he took his time as he explored her ever so slowly. The tip of his tongue brushed her clit and then darted away, teasing. Her nerves rippled with need and a dull ache throbbed in her belly.
He flicked his tongue again and a low moan escaped her. Then he closed his mouth over her clit and he sucked. God, he sucked hard. Like he meant to consume her. She shuddered and caught her lower lip in her teeth.
With agonizing care, he released her and his tongue trailed a leisurely pace down to her entrance once more. And he lingered there, pressing inside her gently while her clit throbbed for attention.
Lacey blinked and her knuckles tightened. She'd had just about enough of taking it slow.
The fire in her burned, driving her with a bestial need. As if from afar, she watched herself push Jeremiah to the ground. He yelped and his brows raised as he stared up at her. Straddling him, she pinned his wrists back and lowered her head so her lips hovered just above his.
She panted as she gazed into his dark questioning eyes, her hair falling around them like a private screen. The sharp smell of her sex drifted up to her nose and she growled with all her pent up excitement. Then she locked onto his mouth, tasting herself on his lips.