Startling Revelations

by Becca Van

  She glanced toward Byron and her breath caught in her throat. Each time he used the electric drill as he screwed in the sheets of tin to the roof, his biceps bulged and thickened. When she looked at Beck, she stopped breathing. As soon as their gazes locked, the lightning zinged between them until she felt as if she was burning up. The yearning to have him and his brothers make love to her was so intense, it almost frightened her.

  “Are you okay, darlin’?” Beck asked.

  Bas and Byron turned and eyed her body over. Krista’s mouth was so dry she felt as if her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. She nodded in response, but what she really wanted to do was shake her head.

  The longer she stood staring at them, the stronger her arousal grew, but that wasn’t all. She had the weirdest urge to start ordering them around as if they were one of her pupils, but she was worried if she opened her mouth, she’d start yelling at them. There was a knot in her gut that grew bigger and bigger, and while she tried to subdue the growing agitation, it wouldn’t be repressed.

  Krista swallowed loudly when Beck shoved to his feet and slowly strode to the edge of the roof as they continued to gaze into each other’s eyes. Just as she was about to ask him what the hell he was looking at, he jumped.

  “Beck!” she shouted as fear for his safety seared her heart. She gaped at him incredulously when he landed on his feet without a stumble or seemingly any effort at all. “What the hell were you thinking?” she railed at him. “You couldn’t have broken your stupid neck.”

  Beck shook his head at her as he stepped toward her. He palmed her face between his hands. “That’d never happen, darlin’. I’m a shifter, remember.”

  “I don’t care what you are. Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Krista curled her hand into a fist and punched him in the stomach. She widened her eyes with shocked horror and covered her gaping mouth. Tears welled as she backed away from him. She’d never hit anyone in her life, and she hated herself for hitting Beck. Distress and guilt had her heart racing and her emotions roiling. Other than accidentally shooting that thug when he and his goons had started shooting up the school, she’d never hurt anyone ever. Until now. She couldn’t believe that she punched Beck.

  “I’m sorry,” she said contritely, spun around, and hurried away. The threatening tears rolled down her face, and though she was on the verge of sobbing, she sucked in a few deep breaths, trying to dispel the tightness in her chest.

  A sob erupted from her mouth when a large, warm hand circled her upper arm, drawing her to a halt. Krista turned and faced Beck. “I’m sorry,” she said again. “I didn’t mean to hit you. I don’t know what came over me.”

  “Shh, darlin’.” Beck pulled her into his arms and held her against his body. He caressed a hand up and down her back soothingly. “You don’t need to apologize, mate.”

  Krista eased back from him, swiped at the tears on her cheeks with her hands, and said, “Yes, I do. I don’t know why I did that.”

  “It’s the mating heat, baby,” Bas said as he came to stand beside her.

  “But I thought that would dissipate after you claimed me,” Krista said.

  “We’re only partially mated, sweetness.” Byron smoothed a hand over her head. “Don’t you remember that we told you we could all become unreasonably aggressive?”

  “None of you told me that. The other women did.” Krista scowled at them, and while she knew she was once more being irrational, she couldn’t seem to help herself. One second she was full of guilt and contriteness, the next she was full of vexation. The lust coursing through her blood was so strong and hot, she wasn’t sure how much more she could stand. She felt as if she was going out of her mind. She wanted them touching, kissing, and making love with her, but she also wanted to shout at them for their calm outlook. Although they were probably feeling as antsy as she was, on the outside they looked as if everything was right in their world, and that just seemed to pique her ire even more.

  “I can’t do this.” She sidled out from between them and walked away at a clipped pace. If she’d remained in so close a proximity she was going to end up hitting or kissing them and putting on a show for their friends. The last thing she wanted to do was have her mates’ friends looking at her as if she had a screw loose or was a bitch.

  When she realized she hadn’t gone inside to inspect the new school, she shrugged her shoulders. Right now, she needed to deal with the current issue of her aggressive insanity and the desire that was almost intense enough to send her to her knees. Her clit and folds were drenched and swollen and ultrasensitive. Her jeans and T-shirt were hurting her skin each time she took a step. Krista wondered if she was getting sick. She’d heard that shingles could make a body feel as if all the nerve endings were raw and painful. She wanted to rip her clothes off so she would get some relief, but of course, she wasn’t about to do that out in the open and in broad daylight where anyone and everyone could and would see her nakedness.

  She’d just reached the first step of the porch leading toward the front door to the house when she was swept from her feet. Krista gasped and gazed up into Beck’s avid brown eyes. There was so much desire in his gaze, her heart started pounding hard and fast. “What are you doing?” she asked brusquely.

  “We’re going to end this torture, darlin’.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” She frowned.

  “We’re going to complete the mating bond, baby,” Bas said.

  Krista whipped her head around to look at Bas. He was already on the veranda and had opened the front door. Beck carried her up the steps and into the house, but instead of letting her down to her feet or carrying her to the sofa, he walked quickly toward the bedroom.

  Beck set her feet on the floor beside the bed and started tugging at her clothes.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she snarled as she slapped at his hands.

  “I thought it was obvious,” he answered in a growly voice.

  “Did you think to ask me if what you have in mind is something I want?” she asked irately as she planted her hands on her hips. She was highly aware of Bas and Byron in the room watching her avidly, but she kept her gaze on Beck’s. “I might not want to have sex with you right now.”

  “That’s the biggest fucking lie I’ve ever heard,” Beck snarled, taking another step closer and then another until the front of his body was pressed against hers.

  Krista had no idea why she was fighting Beck since she wanted to make love with her men more than anything else right now, but she just couldn’t seem to be logical and rational. She felt as if her life was spinning out her control, as if she had no say in what was about to happen even if she was so desperate for them to touch her and make love with her. None of it made sense.

  Before she could argue with Beck further, he’d pulled her T-shirt off and with quick, deft fingers flicked the front clasp of her bra open. Bas and Byron moved closer, Bas behind her and Byron to her right. When Beck pushed her bra straps off over her shoulders and away, she tried to snatch it back from him.

  “Settle the fuck down, Krista. Why are you fighting us? I can smell how aroused you are. The scent of your sweet honey is so thick in the air I can already taste it on my tongue.”

  “Don’t be absurd. That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. No one can taste a fragrance.” Krista frowned when she heard the crap she was spouting. She knew exactly what Beck meant, but for the life of her, she couldn’t stop arguing or fighting him.

  Yet the deep-seated craving to have him strip her naked and under his domination was what she wanted, needed.

  Beck shook his head at her, but before she could take him to task again, he crashed his mouth onto hers. She shoved against his chest for a second or two, but then she gripped his shirt in her fists and moaned. All the anger drained away as her arousal strengthened even more. He groaned into her mouth as he tangled his tongue with hers until she was so hot she was shivering. Her insides and her skin felt as if they w
ere on fire, but instead of the flames being doused, the heat intensified.

  The second he cupped her breasts in his hands, kneading them before rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive peaks, the desperate need clawing her insides began to settle. Krista gave him her weight as she melted against him, and at the same time she yanked on his shirt. She needed her hands on his body, wanted his warm skin under hers. In fact, she coveted having all three of her mates making love to and claiming her.

  She whimpered with frustration when Beck broke the kiss and dropped his hands from her breasts. When she glanced at Byron and Bas and saw that they were already naked, she began to salivate.

  With movement borne from desperation she pulled the button on her jeans open, lowered the zipper, and shoved her panties and denims down over her hips. When they dropped to her ankles and she tried to kick them away, she noticed that she still had her shoes on. Growling with frustration, she sat on the edge of the bed to take them off, but as she moved to bend over, Bas and Byron were kneeling at her feet. They yanked her shoes off then got rid of her jeans and undies.

  Krista reached out toward them, caressing her hands over their muscular chests and then lower. Before she had the chance to grasp their hard cocks, they clasped her wrists, stopping her. She growled with annoyance at being thwarted but before she could voice her dissatisfaction, they released her wrists, hooked their hands under her pits, and dragged her up the bed.

  Byron and Bas crawled up on either side of her and Beck, who was now naked, got up near her feet.

  “Spread your legs for me, darlin’.” Beck tapped one of her knees.

  Although Krista wanted to argue with him even though she wanted her men making love with her, this time she managed to keep her ire to herself as she parted her legs.

  Bas grasped her chin, turning her toward him, then slanted his mouth over hers. She moaned, combed her fingers into his hair, and kissed him back with all her pent-up need. Byron laved his tongue over one of her hard nipples while tweaking and pinching the other between his finger and thumb.

  Beck wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, parting her legs wider, and then he licked her from bottom to top.

  Flashes of heat shot up from her clit, into her pussy and womb. Her internal muscles clenched and cream leaked from her pussy. The more they touched, kissed, and licked her, the hotter Krista got, and yet she no longer felt as if she were in pain, even if the ache for her mates was still intense. Their touch seemed to soothe her aggression and calm the stinging from her skin, even as they aroused her to a fevered pitch.

  Beck rimmed a finger around her pussy, and she cried out as he penetrated her. She bowed her hips up closer to his mouth, groaning with frustration when he shifted back slightly. Krista craved a firmer touch, yearned to have them sending her over into climax. The pleasure they were bestowing on her was torture of the best kind, but she needed more. So much more.

  As soon as Bas let her up for air, she couldn’t prevent herself from begging. “Please? Please, please, please.”

  “Please what, sweetness?” Byron asked after he released the nipple he’d been suckling with a pop.

  “I can’t stand it.” Krista rolled her head back and forth on the pillow restlessly. “You have to do something.”

  “We are, baby.” Bas kissed her forehead. “We need to make sure you’re ready before we take you.”

  “I am ready,” she stated through clenched teeth. “I’ve been goddamned ready since the second I opened my eyes.” She met each of their gazes. “Claim me. Now!”

  Chapter Twelve

  Beck groaned as her sweet cream coated his tongue. Krista tasted so good he didn’t want to stop lapping up all her honey, but he wanted, needed to please his mate, too. Most of all, he wanted to complete the claiming. He hated that he couldn’t feel her emotions, and while he knew the reason for her angst was because the bond between them wasn’t complete, he didn’t like hearing her so angry with him and his brothers.

  She needed to have her ass prepared so she could take all three of them without feeling any pain, but he suspected she wasn’t going to be patient enough for him and his brothers to ready her.

  He couldn’t wait to sink his hard, throbbing dick into her back entrance, but he also didn’t know if he could contain his hunger for much longer. Byron cut off her pleading litany when he started kissing her voraciously. Beck sighed with relief, giving her distended clit another lick before raising his head to meet Bas’s eyes. His brother looked just as impatient as he felt since he had his jaw clenched tight, but Beck was grateful when Bas handed him the tube of lube.

  He popped the lid on the bottle, squeezed some out onto the tips of two fingers, spread Krista’s legs even wider, and lowered his head back to her cunt. He lapped over every single inch of her folds and circled her clit with the tip of his tongue while caressing his lubed fingers over her star. Though her moan was muffled, he heard it and sighed with relief. He’d been expecting her to freeze up and then give him a mouthful for touching such a private place. While he’d touched and penetrated her ass before and she’d liked it, this time was different. This time he, Bas, and Byron would all be taking her at the same time. Thank fuck their mate was perfect for them and so far loved everything they did to her.

  Beck added more pressure onto her ass with the tips of his fingers as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit. As soon as her ass muscles loosened and she opened up to him, he pushed tips of his two fingers into her asshole.

  “Oh!” Krista moaned.

  When he gazed up at her and saw his brothers were both suckling her nipples, his cock twitched. The moans and whimpers she made sent his desire for her higher and higher, as did the way her ass muscles clamped down around his fingers. He couldn’t wait to feel her gripping his cock.

  Beck pumped his fingers in and out of her pucker, slowly gaining depth with each stroke. As soon as they were lodged as far as they could go, he spread his fingers, stretching her out. Krista moaned and arched her neck, leaving the creamy skin of her elegantly long throat exposed. His mouth watered as he drank down her cream and as he imagined sinking his fangs into her flesh, her sweet blood flooding his mouth.

  Pushing his thoughts of biting her away, Beck pumped his fingers in and out of her ass faster and harder while still lapping at her clit. The small bundle of nerves at the top of her cunt was so hard it was protruding and the hood had slid back. He could also feel it pulsing. She was close to coming, but he wasn’t about to let her go over. Their mate, he, and his brothers all needed to come together for the mating bond to be strong.

  It was going to take all of his self-control to stave off his impending need, but he was determined that their bond would be rock solid.

  Coming before Krista was out of the question.

  * * * *

  If her men hadn’t been holding her down, Krista would have been writhing beneath them restively. While she understood Beck’s need to prepare her ass so one of her men could fuck it, she was at her limit.

  She needed them inside of her now.

  “I’m not going to…I can’t take…fuck! Fuck me now!” she commanded. She growled when Bas shook his head, but before he could explain the action, she reached down and grasped his and Byron’s cocks. She pumped her hands up and down, hoping that by teasing them they’d stop playing around and get to it, but they once more clasped her wrists, pulled her hands from their dicks, lifted her arms above her head, and pinned them to the mattress. She bucked and twisted, trying to break free.

  “Enough,” Byron barked out.

  “I can’t do this,” she sobbed and tried to blink back the tears in her eyes. “I can’t do this anymore.”

  “Can’t do what?” Beck asked after lifting his mouth from her pussy.

  “I can’t wait. I hurt.” The tears rolled down her cheeks, and she closed her eyes. She wasn’t in real pain, but she couldn’t explain the frenetic need to make love with her mates if she’d tried. She felt so wild and feveri
sh.

  When Beck removed his fingers from her ass, she groaned with frustration but kept her eyes closed. The mattress swayed as someone moved, but she stubbornly refused to look. She moaned when Byron rubbed the head of his dick up through her folds and caressed her aching clit. She opened her eyes when he aligned his cock with her entrance and pushed in past her tight muscles. Her breathing sped up as did her already racing heart as Byron rocked his hips, spearing his way deep into her pussy. It felt like forever before he was lodged in all the way, but she sighed with relief.

  Byron lowered his body over hers, and while kissing her rapaciously, he grasped her hips and rolled them over until he was underneath her. Skimming his hands up from her pelvis over the indent of her waist and back, he then wrapped his arms around her, securing her against him.

  Krista brought her knees up so that she’d have some leverage to move up and down over his hard dick, but she knew there was no way she’d be able to take control with Byron holding her so firmly. Just when she was about to brace her hands on his chest and order him to let her go, a large, callused hand smoothed over her ass.

  “You have the sexiest little ass, darlin’,” Beck rasped out. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

  Krista moaned when Beck clutched both of her cheeks and spread them open. She trembled when she felt the lubed head of his dick against her star and stopped breathing when he started to push in.

  The nerve-sensitive skin around her ass burned, and she couldn’t help tensing up.

  “Look at me, baby,” Bas decreed.

  This time when she braced her hands on Byron’s chest and pushed up, he didn’t hamper her. Krista turned toward Bas and licked her lips as she met his blazing gaze. He combed his fingers through her hair, lightly tugging on the strands, which elicited a moan from her. She sucked in a breath and sighed as he devoured her mouth. The kiss was carnal and passionate, which just made her hotter.

  Byron slipped a hand down between their bodies and rubbed light circles around her clit, and she moaned. Beck growled when he retreated slightly and then shoved forward again. She gasped when his hard dick pierced further into her ass.