by Becca Van
Barty had been a member of the Immoral gang since he was fourteen years old. He’d had to do something to make some money so he could pay the bills and rent on that old smelly, rundown apartment he, his mom, and his brother had lived in. His old bitch had been too busy shooting up whatever money she managed to get her hands on to worry about food, a roof over their heads, or anything else for that matter.
It had taken him six years of hard work and doing what he was told to work his way up the chain. He’d had to harden his heart and ignore his conscience so that he and his brother could survive.
He’d become the boss’s second and had been earning a hefty sum, but when he’d seen his leader’s stash of money, he’d coveted the top position. It had taken him twelve months to put his plan into action and make sure no one knew it had been him who’d poisoned his boss’s coke. Ten minutes after he snorted the white powder, he’d been on the floor of his office, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. Of course, being the good follower he’d been, when he’d “found” his boss, he’d called an ambulance, but it had been too late. The bastard had been dead before the EMT’s had arrived.
Barty had no trouble stepping up to the top rung, and he’d been there for the last three years. He called all the shots, and everyone did his bidding without question. Barty also didn’t do drugs. Not that the rest of the idiots following him knew that. He was smart though and made it look like he was as addicted as the other members of his gang. He kept packets of baking powder in his desk drawer and everyday made a show of snorting the shit. What had him laughing on the inside though was that none of his minions were the wiser.
If only he’d been able to keep David clean, too. Maybe his brother would still be alive. He’d tried to keep David on the straight and narrow, but when he was a criminal and dealing with other bad-asses, it had been inevitable. Being so busy with the business had also meant he had less time to spend with his sibling. If only he’d been more aware of what his brother was up to.
Now, his brother was dead, and he didn’t really care about the reason for David’s death. Blood was blood, and if someone did wrong against one of his family, then it was his job to get revenge.
Barty rubbed his chest over the ache in his heart as he picked up the photo. “I’ll get that bitch if it’s the last thing I do. You will be avenged, my brother.”
* * * *
Byron wanted to shove Bas away from Krista so that he could have his turn at making love with and claiming his mate, but he clenched his fists instead. Krista and Bas were partially bonded, cuddling after having sex. The scent of her cum was driving him and his sabear to distraction, so he tried to keep breathing in and out through his mouth.
“Thank you, baby.” Bas kissed Krista lingeringly on the lips. “Thank you for agreeing to be our mate. I promise you won’t regret your decision.”
Krista smiled at Bas and pecked him on the lips, and then his brother rolled away from her, rose, gathered his clothes, and sauntered from the room whistling a happy tune.
“How are you feeling, darlin’?” Beck asked.
Byron glanced from Beck then to Krista. He dug his fingers into his thighs hard and bit the inside of his cheek when she stretched her sexy, naked body languidly and sighed.
“I feel wonderful.” She smiled at Beck and then gazed at him. “Do you want to be next?”
It took every bit of Byron’s self-control not to shout, “Yes,” and jump on her. He was so fucking horny he was leaking precum and his cock was throbbing intensely. Byron wanted to plow her until she was screaming his name, but before he could even sink his cock into her, he had to make sure she was ready for him.
“Get up onto your hands and knees, sweetness.”
When she frowned at him he quirked his brow. He wasn’t about to tell her again, because he’d had trouble enough issuing the order without make himself sound like a real bastard.
And then she smiled at him.
His breath caught in his throat and his heart thumped hard against his ribs. She made a show of moving slowly, rolling onto her belly, stretching her arms out above her head and then bringing her knees up toward her chest. When her ass was in the air, she looked back at him when she turned her head. Her chest was still pressed to the mattress, her arms still raised over her head and her toned, peach-shaped ass was in the air. Then she started swaying her hips from side to side with sensual provocation, and he all but lost it.
Without even thinking of moving, he was behind her before he could exhale. With a growl of need, Byron smoothed his hands up and down her back, over her hips, and finally to her ass. He gripped her cheeks, giving them a squeeze, then massaged them with his hands.
She moaned. “That feels so good.”
Curiosity and necessity got the better of him. Byron stroked his fingers through her honey-saturated folds, knee walked back from her a couple of paces and lowered his head. He pulled her ass cheeks apart and swirled his tongue around her forbidden entrance. She gasped then whimpered as he licked and lapped at her asshole. When she started rocking her hips and pushing back against his tongue, he knew she was going to love having her ass fucked. She was so fucking perfect for him and his brothers, and he couldn’t wait to make her his.
With a last lick, he kept lightly circling his finger around and over her distended clit and maneuvered closer to her again. Still grasping her ass cheeks, he swayed his hips forward and back, gliding his cock along her sopping cunt.
Krista groaned as she placed her palms on the bed and pushed up until she was on her hands and knees. She gave him another sultry look over her shoulder, winked at him, and slammed her ass into his groin.
“If you keep that up, sweetness, it’ll be over before we even begin.”
“I want you, Byron. Please? I need you inside me.”
Byron clenched his jaw and nodded. He gazed at Beck and tilted his head toward their mate, silently begging his brother for help. If Beck didn’t distract Krista, he was going to drive his dick into her cunt like a battering ram. He was that starved for her, but he also didn’t want to hurt her.
Beck gave him a surreptitious nod in understanding and scooted closer to their woman. When Krista moaned after his brother had ducked under her chest, Byron knew that Beck was playing with her nipples. He was startled when Beck let out a guttural growl and when he saw that their mate was pumping his brother’s dick, Byron stopped breathing.
He closed his eyes, exhaled to the count of ten, sucked in another breath, opened his eyes, and grasped the base of his cock. After aligning the head with Krista’s creamy entrance, he shoved forward. He was the one groaning from deep in his gut when the head of his dick penetrated her hot, wet cunt and she squeezed around him. He grasped his cock tighter until he was sure he wasn’t about to shoot off.
Byron moved one hand from her ass and held her hip and pressed into her another inch. She was so fucking tight she was strangling his dick, but it also felt good. Almost too good. He’d never felt anything like what he was feeling now, and he wasn’t even halfway inside of her yet. His heart was so full of love and joy he could barely contain his happiness, but he pushed his emotions to the back of his mind and concentrated on Krista. It was imperative that he make her his, and while he wanted to go slow and savor every exquisite moment of working his dick into her tight cunt, he also wanted to shove into her until he was embedded to the hilt.
Beck was tweaking and pinching one of her nipples while kissing her voraciously, and Krista was still caressing his brother’s cock.
Byron couldn’t keep watching them or he was going to end up buried into her depths before he knew it. So, he shifted his gaze downward, staring at her ass and her slick, swollen folds as he slowly worked his dick into her pussy. Each time he pulled back he could see more of her cream covering his dick and couldn’t wait to have her coming all over him. He wanted her screaming his name and gushing her juices all over him as he made her his mate.
With another deep breath filling his lungs, he b
egan to move a little faster, gliding his cock in and out of her soaked cunt and tight muscles until after what seemed like hours, he was buried in her to the root. Byron held still, giving his woman time to get used to him and to get his blazing libido contained.
“Move!” Krista demanded breathlessly when Beck let her up for air. She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Byron, I can’t stand it. Please, take the fiery ache away.”
Words beyond him, Byron nodded and drew back until just the head of his dick was inside her dripping entrance, and when he drove back in, she moaned.
This time he didn’t pause or stop because he couldn’t even if she’d asked him to. He shook his head. That wasn’t really true, because if she told him to stop and she couldn’t take him anymore he would have pulled out of her right away. Thankfully, she was as eager as he was.
Each time Byron surged forward, she threw her hips back at him. He increased the pace of his forward and backward motion as well as the intensity of his thrusts until their bodies were slapping together.
Her next moan of pleasure was muffled, and he ended up cursing when he saw that their woman was sucking his brother off. Beck’s facial muscles were taut and pulled into a harsh mask of desire, but Byron knew his brother was enjoying every suck from Krista’s mouth and every lick of her tongue on his dick.
He was pumping into her fast and hard now and his balls were starting to firm. Warm tingles started at the base of his spine, and he knew he was only a few strokes away from coming. “Beck,” he said a little desperately.
Since he and his brothers knew each other so well, Byron didn’t need to clarify what he wanted. Beck reluctantly removed his dick from Krista’s mouth and slipped underneath her upper body. His brother started suckling on a nipple, and from the way her pussy clenched around him, Beck was also rubbing her clit.
“Oh!” Krista gasped out. “Oh god, I can feel it coming.”
Byron grunted in acknowledgment and began to drill into her faster and harder. As he pistoned his dick in and out of her cunt, he gathered some of her juices onto his thumb and then pressed it against her star.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as she moved in sync with him. “So good. So hot and hard.”
Byron waited until her internal muscles rippled around and along his cock as he bucked into her, and when they loosened again, he shoved the tip of his thumb into her ass. She cried out as she clenched around his digit, and she went wild. She moved faster than he did, her rhythm gone to hell as she writhed beneath him.
He clasped one of her hips and blanketed her back with his chest, trying to hold her in place as he fucked her harder and quicker. The tingling heat was almost at his balls, and they’d already crawled up closer to his body. He was seconds away from climax.
Needing to make sure she was with him every step of the way, he began to thrust his thumb in and out of her ass, getting deeper each time he penetrated her. Wrapping his arm around her hips, he pushed Beck’s hand away from her pussy and rubbed her clit firmly and rapidly.
When the flames licked and then encompassed his balls and touched the base of his dick, he knew it was all over. So, he pinched her clit between his finger and thumb.
“Byron!” Krista screamed as she orgasmed.
He growled when she coated his dick in with her hot honey and clamped down around his cock. Even though she was tighter than his fist, he kept shuttling his way in and out of her spasming pussy. With a shout and a forward shove of his hips, he buried his dick all the way inside of her cunt as he reached his peak.
Cum spewed out the tip of his cock, spraying deep into Krista’s pussy and womb. He shook and shivered as he came and came and came. It was the longest, strongest orgasm he’d ever experienced, and it was all because of Krista. Her palpitating pussy kept massaging his cock and milking the seed right up out of his balls. When he felt her contractions slowing, he didn’t even have to think about what to do next. His canines were already elongated, and he licked over the skin of her shoulder once, twice, and then he struck, biting into her flesh finally claiming her as his mate for all time.
Byron roared as he shot from one orgasm into another before the first one had ceased and he took her with him. Tears threatened when he heard the soft snap as the partial mating bond clicked into place. His vision dimmed and white noise filled his ears as he shot load after load of cum into his mate. He’d never felt anything like it. It felt as if he’d had a full-bodied orgasm, and his balls felt as if they’d been turned inside out. By the time he came back to himself he was as about as dangerous as a new born lamb.
He was so out of it with content repletion it took a punch to his shoulder from Beck to make him realize he was lying on top of Krista and flattening her against the mattress. He’d been so caught up in sharing their simultaneous climatic pleasure, he hadn’t noticed that she’d collapsed or that he’d gone down with her.
Using his elbow as a prop against the bed, he lifted his upper body weight from Krista and brushed the hair away from her face. Her skin and hair were damp with sweat. Her lips were red and swollen, and her face was pink from exertion and passion. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, and she was all his. His and his brothers’ mate for the rest of their lives.
Byron had never believed he could be so happy, nor that he’d ever find that one special woman meant for them.
He raised his head toward the ceiling, closed his eyes, and sent his gratitude out into the universe.
Thank you.
Chapter Nine
Krista moaned when Byron withdrew his softening cock from her pussy. When he flopped down onto the bed next to her, she rolled over toward him and half draped over him with her head resting on his shoulder and chest. He wrapped his arms around her, skimming a hand up and down her back, stopping occasionally to squeeze her ass cheeks.
He and Bas had blown her mind as well as her body as they made love with her and claimed her. She was drained of energy and could very well have curled up and gone to sleep. But then she caught Beck’s scent when he shuffled closer to her.
And just like that, her lethargy faded away to be replaced by urgent need. She was about to pull away from Byron and turn toward Beck, but Byron cupped her cheek and pressed light kisses all over her face. She sighed with contentment and tried to figure out what the emotions in her heart were, but before she could discern her feelings, he released her from his embrace, was on his feet, and gathering up his clothes before leaving the room.
She pushed her damp hair back of her face, grimaced when she noticed how sticky she was feeling, and met Beck’s eyes. “I need a shower.” Krista scrambled from the bed and headed for the bathroom. A frown formed when she glanced back over her shoulder to find Beck sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Beck shook his head but didn’t meet her gaze. She was about to turn and take a step toward him but ended up doubling over with her hands resting on her knees as she tried to breathe through another strong cramp. It hurt a lot, but she didn’t want to cry out and look like an idiot. She was sure that women in labor experienced far worse pain than she currently was.
When she was able to, she straightened up and walked over to Beck and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I want you to join me in the shower, Beck. Why didn’t you follow me?”
“I’m not a fucking mind reader,” he snarled.
Krista dropped her hand and took a step back. She hated it when people got upset with her for no apparent reason. Because of her childhood, whenever that happened she always tried to find out what the problem was and what the hell she’d done to earn such derogatory comments, but not this time. She was done trying to please everyone all the time since it was an impossibility.
Without saying another word, she turned and hurried into the bathroom. After using the facilities and washing her hands, she turned the shower on and stepped under the freezing cold water and shivered. The tears in her eyes rolled down her face to mingle
with the shower water. Her chest was so tight, she was worried if she opened her mouth she’d start sobbing.
Goosebumps pebbled over her skin as the water finally warmed up and a shudder ripped up her spine as she reached for the shower gel. After squirting some onto a loofah, she started scrubbing her body, not stopping even as her skin turned red. Beck didn’t want her like his brothers had, and for some reason that made her feel dirty.
She could hear her mother’s disparaging words in her mind. “You selfish, dirty, little bitch. You’re a fat little slut. No one will ever love you. Who’d want to be stuck with a selfish, fat bitch like you?”
The first sob caught her unaware, but she covered her mouth to try and stifle the rest. The tears flowed faster, and Krista sank down to the tile base on her knees. She wrapped her arms around her waist and cried.
“Krista, what’s wrong, darlin’? Are you hurting?” Beck asked.
She’d been so wrapped up in her own misery, she hadn’t even heard him enter the bathroom. Keeping her back to him, she shook her head in answer. Although she couldn’t feel the heat emanating from his body because of the hot water, she knew the moment he crouched down behind her.
“I’m sorry, sweetness. I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did. You didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of my aggressiveness.”
His apology had her mother’s voice quietening in her mind, and she sucked in a breath to push the pain in her heart aside. When the tears stopped flowing, she swiped the water from her face, sniffed, and raised her gaze to his. He was squatting at her side, and when she met his contrite gaze, she sighed with relief. She also remembered the other women warning her about the aggressiveness that would come into play, but she hadn’t realized how intense it would be. “I’m not angry at you or anyone else for that matter. I’m just so fucking eager to make you mine, I was scared I was going to hurt you. I needed some time to get myself under control.”