Vegetarian Mate [Pack Law 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  “I won’t hurt you, baby. I’ll take you nice and slow the first time.” Jarrod climbed onto the bottom of the bed.

  Rochelle felt like prey to a predator as Jarrod crawled toward her on all fours. His eyes stayed connected with hers, and he gently ran his palms up her thighs. She squeezed her legs together more tightly, but she was no match for him. He slid his hands between her limbs and gently pried them apart just above her knees.

  “I can smell your cream, baby. If you allowed it, I could spend hours drinking from that sweet pussy.”

  Rochelle closed her eyes on a whimper and tried to temper the urgent need she felt to be filled by him. Even though she knew what was to happen, she had no idea if she would feel pain. That made her even more anxious. When Jarrod growled low in his throat, she opened her eyes to stare at him. Did I do something wrong?

  “Keep your eyes open, Rochelle. I need you to keep them on me,” he rasped.

  Jarrod shifted on the mattress, pushing between her legs and spreading his own. The position left her wide open for his viewing. Heat crept up over her face, and she knew her cheeks had turned a bright pink color.

  “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I love looking at your pretty little cunt.” As he spoke, he moved his body over hers, leaning on his hands but not touching her anywhere.

  She wasn’t sure how much more suspense she could stand. Without thought, her hands reached up and began stroking over his massive shoulders. He made a sound in the back of his throat, and she quickly withdrew them.

  He reached out and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. It took everything in her not to snap at his digit with her teeth. Rolling her lips inward away from his touch earned her a hard pinch to her nipple.

  Fire zinged from her nipple down to her pussy, causing her to clench and release more liquid out of her vagina, which trickled down to coat her ass.

  “Look at me, Rochelle,” Jarrod demanded in a raspy voice.

  When she did as commanded, he leaned down and took her mouth. His kiss wasn’t tentative. It was hot and carnally rapacious. The urge to close her eyes was strong, but she could see him watching her from beneath lowered lashes so kept her gaze on his.

  Her body was on fire, and only these three men could douse it.

  Jarrod pulled his lips from hers and moved back onto his haunches. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer.

  “I’m going to fuck you and claim you now, baby,” he panted, and she felt the head of his cock kiss against her dripping pussy. “Hold her arms above her head.”

  Oh shit. I’ve never done this before. Is this going to hurt?

  Rochelle opened her mouth to voice those words, but Braxton caught her chin, turning her head toward him. His lips covered hers, and she moaned into his mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as Jarrod began to push inside her.

  The flesh of her pussy stretched around the head of his cock. Burning pleasure-pain assaulted her senses, and she wanted to pull back and, at the same time, buck up to get more of his cock inside. He gripped her hips more firmly and she mewled into Brax’s mouth with each gentle rock. She felt as if he was almost tearing her in half and couldn’t prevent a groan of fear escaping. Brax removed his mouth from hers, and all movement stopped.

  “How many lovers have you had, baby?” Jarrod asked.

  Rochelle didn’t want to answer because she already felt inadequate, but to not do so could cause her more pain than was necessary.

  “None,” she whispered.

  “Fuck!” Jarrod growled and withdrew.

  Oh God! I should have known this wouldn’t work. Why did I say yes? I should have just denied them and left.

  Tears burned the backs of her eyes, so she quickly lowered her eyelids. She couldn’t bear to see their faces when she expected them to be full of disgust. Gulping in air, she tried to control her emotions, but the task seemed beyond her. The agony of rejection pierced her heart, and a sob escaped from between her lips.

  “Rochelle, baby, what’s wrong?” Jarrod inquired.

  She couldn’t answer. Never had she felt such humiliation and pain in her heart. Rolling to her side, she drew her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. Her whole body was quivering with unrequited desire and the agony of being pushed away.

  Hands smoothed over her back in soothing caresses, but she didn’t want their touch anymore. Lowering her head, she hid her face behind her knees.

  “Did I hurt you, baby?” Jarrod asked in an anguished voice. “God, that is the last thing I wanted to do. That’s why I stopped. I was going to get some lubrication to make it easier on you.”

  It took a moment for his words to penetrate her mind, but when they did, her tears slowed and eventually stopped. The room was quiet, but the three Friess brothers were still touching her in some way. There was a hand resting on her back, making soothing circles against her skin. Another was massaging the shoulder not pressed into the bed, and still another rubbed against the skin of her thigh and hip. Sniffling one last time, she slowly raised her head. Jarrod, Malcolm, and Braxton were all looking at her with wary concern.

  “You didn’t hurt me.”

  “Are you okay, baby?” asked Jarrod.

  She gave a slight nod and pushed up until she was sitting on the mattress, her knees drawn tight against her chest. Still feeling vulnerable, she didn’t want her nakedness to be on display.

  “Why were you crying, sweetness?” Malcolm gently pushed her hair back from her face.

  “I−I didn’t think you wanted me anymore,” she whispered.

  Jarrod reached out for her, and before she knew what he was doing, he had pulled her onto his lap and his arms were wrapped around her.

  “That is so not true, Rochelle. I’m sorry you thought that.” He pulled her in tighter against his chest. “Your body was struggling to take me, baby. And since you’re a virgin, I thought some lube would help the situation. Never, ever think we don’t want you. That couldn’t be further from the truth.”

  “Truly?”

  “Yes, truly. Just wriggle those sweet hips of yours and you’ll feel how much I want you.”

  Rochelle did just that. She shifted on his lap and felt his hard cock pulsing against her butt and hip. The man was huge. No wonder her body had struggled to accept him.

  “Do you still want to do this, darlin’?” Braxton smoothed a hand up and down her arm. Turning toward him, she could see vulnerability in his eyes. Something she would never have expected to see from such a large, fun-loving, confident man. She turned the other way and saw that Malcolm was clenching his teeth and one of his hands into a fist. And then she realized that they were just as insecure as she was. Malcolm and Braxton were afraid of rejection.

  Finally looking up, her gaze connected with Jarrod’s. What she saw in his eyes caused her breath to hitch in her throat. His face showed what looked like love and acceptance but also resignation. He thought she was going to reject them, too. How could I have gotten it so wrong?

  Chapter Ten

  Jarrod had never felt so unsure of himself in his whole life. He had always been so confident and comfortable in his own skin. Human females often told him he was an arrogant, dominant asshole, but he knew that was just his wolf coming out. The knowledge that he had made his mate cry cut him to the bone. Never in his life had he envisaged this scene.

  He had often dreamed of meeting their mate, but his wildest fantasies didn’t even approach reality. She was such a pretty little thing, with her gorgeous blue eyes, full pink lips and long golden-blonde hair. Because she was so small compared to him, she made him feel his own masculinity. Never had he thought about how much stronger, taller, and more muscular he was compared to a female, until he had met Rochelle. Their woman made him feel like he could take on the world. But not right at this moment.

  Drawing her eyes away from him, she looked back at Brax. She swallowed so loudly that he and his brothers clearly heard her gulp. Her little pink tongue slid out from between her
teeth to moisten her dry lips. He exhaled in relief when she gave a slight nod. Emotion swelled in his chest. He felt humbled that she trusted them enough to let them continue to make love with her and claim her, and the tension he had been unaware of until that moment left his taut muscles.

  “Are you sure, baby? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

  “I’m sure,” she replied quietly.

  “Look at me, Rochelle.” He waited until her gaze met his once more. “I promise I won’t hurt you, but if you feel uncomfortable at any time, all you have to do is tell us to stop. Okay?”

  She nodded again and then drew in a ragged gasp. “Wait,” she breathed. “How are we going to do this? You’re not all going to…you know, at the same time?”

  “Ah, baby. No. We’ll love you one at a time tonight. But be reassured if you only want to take one of us tonight that that’s okay.”

  Jarrod waited for an acknowledgement from her, and she nodded again. He nearly groaned when she licked her sweet lips once more.

  Keeping his eyes pinned to hers, he slowly lowered his head. She didn’t flinch away or look nervous, so he continued until their lips met. He started off gently, just brushing his lips over hers, letting her get used to his touch once more. Rochelle parted her lips, and he took her up on the invitation. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he slid it along and around hers and sang Hallelujah in his mind when she moved and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.

  He lost himself in her when her fingers caressed up the back of his neck and then over his scalp. The sweet scent of raspberries and her musky arousal wrapped around him, and he didn’t think he could wait much longer to claim her. Rising to his feet, taking her with him, he moved around the side of the bed and placed her in the center of the mattress. Jarrod was determined to set her on fire again before he entered her body.

  Climbing onto the bed, his big body leaning over hers, he kissed his way down her neck, licking and nibbling as he went and making sure to linger on the erogenous zones he found on the way. Finally, with his mouth hovering over her beautiful chocolate-tipped breasts, he looked up at her. She looked like a sex goddess. Her face was flushed with arousal, her head was thrown back, and her chest was pushed up in silent offering.

  Bending down, he took her turgid nipple into his mouth and suckled. She cried out, and her hips undulated in an erotic rhythm as old as time. Caging the hardened tip between his teeth, he flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak, over and over again. Rochelle writhed beneath him and whimpered with each pass of his tongue.

  Releasing her nipple with a pop, he indicated to Malcolm and Brax to get back on the bed. They had moved away when he had carried her back to the center of the bed. Now he wanted them to help pleasure their mate.

  “Watch her. I don’t want her feeling any pain, but also give her pleasure,” he said through their link.

  Kissing and licking his way down her body, he watched from beneath lowered eyelashes as his brothers began to kiss and caress Rochelle. Braxton possessed her mouth with greedy sensuality while Malcolm sucked and pinched her nipples.

  With a gentleness he was far from feeling, Jarrod smoothed his hands up her inner thighs, spreading her wider for better access. Lowering his head, he slid his tongue through her creamy folds and almost as far down as her anus. The sounds of pleasure she made as they stimulated her sexually were music to his ears. He laved and licked her until she was sobbing and arching her hips up continually. Reaching for the lubrication Malcolm had placed on the mattress, he coated his cock generously with the slick liquid.

  “Watch her,” he commanded his brothers as he moved up closer. Taking a deep breath to calm his raging arousal, he grasped the base of his cock and aligned it with her pussy. Malcolm was now kissing her while Braxton stimulated her nipples, but both his brothers had their eyes open and on their mate.

  Grasping her hips, Jarrod slowly pushed his cock into her body. He groaned as her wet heat enveloped the head of his dick, and even though he wanted to surge in until he was as deep as he could go, he held still. Her body pulsed around his, causing him to grit his teeth. When the walls of her pussy loosened slightly, he rocked in another inch and stopped again. Sweat beaded on his forehead and rolled down his face as he fought to keep control.

  Just as he was about to gain more depth, the little minx thrust her hips up at him and took more than he would have given her. She moaned with pleasure, and Jarrod sighed with relief that she hadn’t hurt herself.

  “Rochelle, don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you,” he rumbled in a deep voice.

  She pulled her mouth away from Malcolm and gasped. “More. Please! I need more.”

  “We need to go slow, baby.”

  “The lube’s helped. It doesn’t hurt.” She groaned and looked at him with passion-glazed eyes. “I’m not made of glass. Fuck me!”

  Jarrod began to rock his hips in a gentle yet consistent rhythm. With each forward move, he gained more and more depth. Her body was so tight that she enveloped him like a glove. As he retreated and pushed back in, she bucked up and took his whole length inside her. His balls were flush with her ass cheeks.

  Now that he was fully embedded, his wolf wanted to claim its mate. His canines lengthened and his animal was pushing against him, but he pushed back.

  Jarrod moved his arms beneath her legs and lifted, splaying her thighs wide. Her pelvis was tilted up, giving him easier and deeper access to her pussy. He pulled back until just his corona was resting inside her wet cunt and then advanced once more. With each thrust and rock of his hips, he picked up the pace until his cock was shuttling in and out of her wet vagina.

  As he plunged back in he made sure his shaft rubbed against her clit and the head of his cock slid over her internal G-spot. Rochelle was sobbing each time he surged back into her pussy. Tingling warmth centered low against his spine, and he knew he wasn’t far away from sexual gratification, but there was no way he was going over before his mate.

  Reaching around her thigh, he found her clit and lightly massaged it with the tip of a finger. She cried out and the walls of her pussy rippled around his shaft. With one more surge he lightly pinched her clit between two fingers and grunted as she screamed out. Her whole body shook, bucked, and pulsed as she came. Cream bathed his cock, and he continued to finger her clit as he pounded into her twice more.

  The liquid warmth spread from the base of his spine around to his cock and balls. His testicles drew up close to his body, and as he leaned over his mate and bit her shoulder, he roared with culmination. His cum spewed up his shaft and out the end of his cock. Rochelle screamed again as a second orgasm rocked through her.

  Jarrod licked his claiming mark, bathing the wound with his healing saliva as he waited for his breathing to even out and his limbs to stop shaking. Using his hands, he smoothed the damp hair back off her face.

  Never in his life had he felt so complete, content, and full of love. When he had bitten Rochelle, he had felt like a thread had connected her heart, body, and soul to his. He wondered if she had felt the same but didn’t want to ask such an intimately emotional question. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him but wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear those three words yet.

  Jarrod finally lifted his head and saw a contented, satiated smile on her face. Her eyes were closed and her body was limp with satisfaction. He kissed her tenderly and groaned when she responded by slipping her tongue into his mouth. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled until they were on their sides and let her control the kiss. She finally weaned her mouth from his and looked at him with soft, hazy eyes.

  “That was wonderful. Thank you.”

  “Baby, you are unbelievable. I should be the one thanking you. Not the other way around.”

  “Oh, but you made my first time so special. And I didn’t feel any pain.”

  “I’m glad. Are you sore?”

  “No.”

  Jarrod cupped her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose. He wante
d to stay right where he was, but it wouldn’t be fair to his brothers to continue monopolizing her attention. After another quick kiss, this time on her lips, he moved away so Braxton, who was sitting behind her waiting patiently, and Malcolm, who had moved off the bed entirely when he had blanketed her with his body, could have their time with her.

  * * * *

  Malcolm moved back onto the bed and lay down next to Rochelle. He cupped her chin and looked deeply into her eyes.

  “Are you sure you want to do this, sweetness? Brax and I can wait if you don’t want to.”

  “I’m sure. I want you both so much.” Rochelle reached behind her in search of Brax, and his brother took her hand in his, leaned over, and kissed her shoulder.

  “If it gets to be too much for you, darlin’, all you have to do is say stop.”

  She looked over her shoulder. “Thanks, Brax, but I’m fine.”

  “You’re more than fine, sweetness.” Braxton waggled his eyebrows and smiled.

  Malcolm was also smiling when he cupped her face and leaned in to kiss her. He groaned when she threaded her fingers into his hair and opened her mouth to him. She tasted so sweet and so right. It felt like he had been waiting for this moment forever, and now that it was finally here, he was a little nervous, but he pushed that from his mind and concentrated on Rochelle.

  Tangling his tongue with hers, he then swept it around every inch of her mouth, along the insides of her cheeks, up to the roof of her mouth, and over her teeth. By the time he eased back and withdrew, they were both panting for breath.

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her in tight against his body and rolled onto his back. Her wet pussy slid over his engorged cock, and he moaned as his body pulsed with need. Using the strength of his arms, he helped her into an upright position so she was straddling his hips and he could reach her beautiful breasts. Keeping one hand on her rib cage to help her balance, he reached up with the other and began to knead one of her fleshy globes.