A Brush of Her Skin (The Reglashien Book 1)

by April Zyon

  She saw the wolf then; she hadn’t before but she did now, and it made her shiver slightly. Keeping her eyes on him, she peeled out of her cloak and then the clothing underneath. She tossed her clothing willy-nilly around the room and then was back in his arms before she knew it. Lifting her face to him, she silently demanded a kiss, needed a damn kiss from him and nothing would stand in her way. She knew when they came together she wouldn’t be able to have one until after their bond, so she wanted it now.

  He’d stripped during their brief separation, his naked flesh hot against hers as he grabbed her close. His hand in her hair tipped her head back as his mouth descended to hers. The kiss was deep, demanding and all-encompassing. So much so that it took a moment for her to realize that Tremayne had come up behind her, his hands sliding over her body slowly.

  Jett shuddered at the feeling of both men touching her so intimately, of the feeling of both of their erections pressing against her back and stomach. When Carver released her lips, she was panting. “Damn,” she muttered. “Wow.” That’s all she could say. “I think we need to get on the bed, or I’m going to melt here in between you boys.”

  “Good plan,” Tremayne said behind her. Carver was sucking in air, his eyes locked on her, unblinking and unwavering. A predator with prey in sight. She felt herself being drawn away from Carver by Tremayne and then led to the bed. “Up,” he said softly to her, giving her a hand to help with that.

  When she climbed up onto the bed, Jett reached out and grabbed Tremayne, pulling him to her and kissing him. She could no longer talk. She could no longer even really think. Right now all she could do was feel, and this was one of the things she wanted to feel, this man.

  His mouth met hers, hard, fast, and demanding. His hands pushed her down on the bed, his large body covering hers completely. Rolling over she ended up on top of him, his cock pressing against her inner thigh as he devoured her mouth, his hands sliding down her body. A press of lips to her spine warned her that Carver had joined them, the wet slide of his tongue making her shiver.

  This felt so amazing, so very good. The feeling of these men’s hands and mouths on her body. “Oh God.” She rubbed against Tremayne and shuddered. She could feel his hard and full cock against her thigh. “Holy hell.” She moaned. “Oh God, that feels so good.” And that was only a small taste of what she would be feeling.

  A hand slid up her leg slowly, Carver’s obviously, and then his fingers brushed over her wet folds. “So hot,” he breathed against her ear. His teeth tugged on her earlobe as he started to stroke her pussy. Front to back, back to front and little circles around her clitoris.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. She pushed back against Carver and shuddered. “Please,” she begged. “That feels so very, very good.” She shuddered. The feeling of these men’s hands on her body, the way that they were playing her seemed to have her close to screaming in need. “So wet, so in need,” she moaned.

  “Patience, little darling,” he said nibbling down her neck. Stroking his fingers over her, he rubbed her moisture around her anus. Gathering more he pulled it to her ass and pressed a finger in slowly. “Slow breaths, Jett,” he told her when she stiffened.

  She did just that, taking a slow and easy breath as she licked her lips. “Oh goodness.” She dropped her head so that she could press her forehead to Tremayne’s shoulder. “That feels so good,” she muttered and then shivered. “Please, more.” She was desperate; so damn desperate.

  Tremayne tipped her face up to kiss her again. As he sucked on her lips and tongue, he stroked his hands down to cup her breasts. Squeezing, he pinched her nipples and rolled them lightly. Nipping at her lip he slid a hand down and cupped her, stroking her pussy as Carver pressed his finger deeper into her ass.

  Pushing back against Carver, Jett moaned. “I’ve never, ever once had anyone back there but it feels amazing.” She moaned. “I want more.” She shuddered. Oh hell, she wanted so much more. This felt so good. All of it.

  “Soon you’ll have us both buried deep,” he told her. Scraping his teeth slowly over her shoulder he nipped at her skin. “Deep, slow breath,” he said pulling his finger out. Then he pressed two in slowly as her muscles protested the invasion and yet drew him in deeper.

  Doing as he told her, she took deep and slow breaths. “Oh,” she moaned. “Ahh.” She shuddered. “Please.” She was moving with the men, letting them adjust her body, move her as they wanted her moved and she loved every single moment of it. “More. Please,” she begged again. “I want both of you; I need both of you.”

  “Lift up,” Tremayne told her. His hands on her hips were helping her to do just that. The press of his cock to her wet and more than ready pussy had her moaning. Both he and Carver pressed her down onto his cock, Carver’s fingers never once slowing in their tease of her ass.

  “Oh God,” she moaned and then clenched Tremayne tightly with her internal muscles. “That feels so freakin’ good,” she whispered and began to move of her own volition on him. “It feels so good.” She loved the way that it felt to have Tremayne inside of her body, but the way that Carver was teasing her ass was something intense and surreal. “Carver. Please,” she begged.

  He pulled his fingers out, and she could feel the blunt head of his cock against her ass. “Yes, darling?” he asked pressing in slowly. “Is there something you need?” he chuckled in her ear, one hand tangling in her hair to draw her head to the side.

  “You. Both of you inside of me,” she moaned. “Please,” she whimpered. She could feel the slightest burn where Carver was pressing into her ass, but it was such a great sensation too. “More,” she whispered. “It burns, but it’s a good burn.” She felt every inch of her skin crawling, felt as if every neural ending in her body was alive and very, very well. “More.” She pushed back on Carver, taking Tremayne deeper as she did so and moaned in delight from that motion.

  “Relax for me, completely. Just go limp, and I’ll slide in,” he said, he sounded like he was talking through his teeth. A sharp nip of teeth on her neck got her attention; her body released a gush of liquid. “Easy,” he whispered in a deep tone, pushing his cock deeper and filling her up even more.

  She did just that. She went limp against Tremayne whose clever hands were moving over her body and toying with her breasts and clit with an urgency and desperation that matched her own. “Oh God.” She shuddered, her pussy clutching Tremayne’s cock tightly.

  Carver growled softly, “Relax,” he whispered. When she did he slid in deep, her body stretching taut around his cock. The deeper growl that came from him vibrated through her entire body. “Perfect,” he hissed out, his mouth moving over her skin.

  Jett saw stars at that moment. The way that it felt to be so full- she couldn’t even put it into words, all she could do was shudder and close her eyes. Her nails digging into Tremayne’s shoulders. “A minute,” she whimpered. It hurt, honest to goodness hurt but it felt so right, so very damn good too. “Please,” she whispered. “Just a minute to get used to the feeling of both of you inside of me.” Her eyes were glittering as a Vampire’s would, and her desire was clear and evident on her face, but the pain was there as well. “It feels so good, but burns. Please.” She shivered, the motion racing down her spine as she did so.

  Tremayne slid a finger over her cheek. “We’re not moving until you tell us to. Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Slow it down, and your body will relax with it.” Cupping her cheek he rubbed his thumb over her skin in slow, calming strokes repeatedly.

  She did just that. Closing her eyes, she breathed in and out slowly. Licking her lips she nodded then breathed in and out again. She forced calm upon herself. It was weird, but once she began to calm, she began to feel good once more. Pushing back slightly she shuddered. “Oh,” she moaned. “That feels-” Intense, amazing, incredible, oh so very good.

  “Slow,” he whispered to her. Or maybe it was a reminder for both him and Carver. “Move nice and slow,” he said, his t
humb still stroking over her cheek. “Let your body adjust to us and choose your pace. You only get a first time once, and a mating only once. Enjoy it. Mark it all in your memory and then hold on for the ride of your life.”

  She took a deep breath and smiled down at Tremayne. “This feels amazing. I could swear I feel your souls reaching for mine.” Weird and completely off the wall but she could swear she felt more than their hands stroking lovingly over her body.

  He just gave her a slight, smug smile. “Just wait,” he said quietly. When she wiggled, she got a thrust from each man. They pulled out and then filled her again, slowly, deeply and stilled when she let out a gasp.

  Gasping for air, she felt one pull out of her body as the other pushed in. Carver’s hands were fisted in her hair and he tilted her head to the side. The sheer dominance of the move had her shuddering. “Oh, please, again,” she begged and closed her eyes. Tilting her head to the side slightly she wanted more, needed more.

  His mouth slid over her skin, his hot tongue darting out to scorch her flesh as he began to move faster, his cock sliding in and out with greater ease. Tremayne lifted his head and caught one of her nipples in his mouth, the suction causing her to tighten around their cocks.

  Jett bit her lower lip; she cried out when Carver’s mouth moved over her shoulder. “Again.” She was repeating herself but damn she couldn’t seem to help herself at all. “That feels so good.” Her nails bit into Tremayne’s arms; she could smell the blood and for the first time ever felt an aching sensation in the gumline at the top of her mouth, a need that she had never experienced before hitting her hard.

  Tremayne scraped his teeth over her flesh before switching to her other breast. “Open your mouth, your teeth will punch through soon and if you don’t you’ll bite your own lip.”

  Carver pulled her head back more, his teeth working up and down her throat, scraping and nipping as he went. They were both moving faster, their cocks hitting her deeper with each thrust.

  She did just that. Opening her mouth, she felt her teeth itching more and more. “Why now?” She could only feel. She pushed back and rode these men just as they rode her. She moved with them as they moved with her and she loved every single moment of it. “They’ve never dropped, why now?” A shudder followed by a moan escaped her body.

  “Because mating is the most primal urge there is next to the need for fight or flight,” Carver explained. His voice was rough, ragged, the Lycan within starting to crawl out more and more. “Sex is a driving, primitive need to keep life continuous. Between mates it’s even more so, reaching into the deepest, darkest layers within us all and yanking our basest, most primitive and violent sides right up to the surface. Plus, you’ll need those fangs to mate with us.”

  She shuddered between the two men. “Oh,”she moaned. “That feels so good, and I can understand it now that you have put it that way.” She shuddered when she spoke. “Please.” Her eyes were closed, and she moaned and then pushed back. This was what it was to feel completely and fully taken and loved.

  Their hands moved, holding her as they both began to thrust harder. “Open your eyes,” Tremayne demanded roughly, his voice becoming guttural and rough. “Look at me,” he demanded, his cock thrusting up into her pussy harder. As he withdrew, Carver’s cock slid into her ass, his hands holding her hips tight, his teeth still scraping her flesh.

  She opened her eyes and shuddered at the sight before her. “Do it,” she demanded. “I’m so close.” Which was the utter and complete truth. She was so close to coming apart at the seams that it wasn’t even funny. “Please.” She needed it, wanted it too.

  Tremayne’s eyes moved past her, and she felt a small movement against her throat. The two of them struck in the next moment. Carver’s sharp but wider teeth bit into her shoulder as Tremayne’s sleek and viciously sharp teeth slid into her throat on the other side.

  Jett screamed, her climax hitting her so hard that she literally saw stars. Without thought she bit into Tremayne’s shoulder, her teeth sinking deep into his flesh and the spurt of blood that hit her made her whole body shudder as she came a second time.

  They released her from their teeth, tongues sliding over wounds, and then Tremayne collapsed back. Carver slid his arm around her and lifted his wrist. “Bite,” Tremayne told her, his hands squeezing her breasts. Rolling her nipples between his fingers distracted her for a moment before she focused again.

  Jett bit into Carver’s arm. The taste of him slid down her throat, and she moaned, shivered and pushed back hard against Carver, demanding that he give her more with that taste. She cried out against his arm; the scream muffled even as her eyes glowed with pure and intense power.

  It was then that the waves of the mating slammed into them all. Their bodies jolted and, as one, they came apart at the seams. The men both yelled as they thrust in deep and their seed filled her holes to the brim and beyond.

  Her body shook. She felt every single part of their bonding and released Carver before crying out. She collapsed against Tremayne and her eyes closed. With one last shake of her body, she closed her eyes and felt the crash of everything against her. She felt their souls tie together and smiled. “Perfect.” She loved feeling these men against her soul; it was amazing.

  Chapter Six

  “Here,” Carver handed her a bottle of water before rejoining them on the bed. He handed a glass of wine to Tremayne and lounged back with his own bottle of beer. “I picked the most expensive one in the cellar for you, fang boy.”

  Tremayne sniffed at the glass and up went a brow. “That you did. Pray her father never figures out what you did, or this alone will have him wanting your hide.”

  “Scarier and more well-connected people than him have wanted my hide for a lot less. I look at it as a challenge,” the Lycan grinned.

  Jett laughed and shook her head. “He does love his wine.” Winking she added, “But to be honest, I think that he will be more pissed off at you for mating me far more than anything else,” she said with a grin. “Just a thought and all that, but yeah.” She shrugged. “However, I look forward to telling him that I am no longer his property.”

  “You were never his property, just as you are not now, nor will you ever be, ours,” Tremayne said softly. “You are a person, living and breathing. You have your own personality, quirks and all. While we are now all tied together, it doesn’t make us a single being with a single mind. We will likely disagree, fight, argue, have different points of view and very different opinions. It is who we are that makes the mating between us stronger.”

  “That’s a very, very good thing. I’ve never thought of myself as such until I came here. Now suddenly here I am and with you both, and I see myself as a human, as a woman and as free. It’s-” She took a sip of her water and watched them before she finally said, “It’s an amazing feeling. I’m happy. Really and truly happy.”

  “Good,” he nodded. Then he sighed and took a large swallow of his wine. “So, now all we have to do is run the gauntlet to get to your father, tell him you’re now mated and run it again to leave.”

  “Piece of cake,” Carver said. He didn’t so much as twitch when they both looked his way. “Besides, the Gods are still riding shotgun on this thing until midnight tomorrow. So really, we get in and out under their watch, and we hit the road. He can’t do anything to us as long as we’re under their protection.”

  “And what about after, when we’re no longer protected under the Reglashien?” Tremayne asked in a dry tone.

  “We kick his ass and post it on the social media sites for all to bear witness to our awesomeness,” he grinned.

  Jett laughed and shook her head, “Yeah, I’m not holding my breath on that one. I hope that you boys are right, I really and truly do; however the truth is, he’s going to be really pissed off. But it doesn’t matter. We are mated. Well and truly mated, so nothing else matters. At all.”

  “He can be as mad as he wants, the Gods put our meeting
into place, rearranging the cosmos for our mating and, apparently, ensured we’d be undisturbed the entire time.” Tremayne stroked her hair gently, the motion soothing and calming. “He knows there is nothing to be done. And with a Lycan as one of your mates you’ll forever bear the mating mark to prove it. While humans will never see the mark, to those of our kind, it’s a neon sign. A very large, neon sign,” he muttered pushing her hair to the side. “Humongous as a matter of fact.”

  “You trying to say something over there, Vamp man?” Carver asked, a grin tugging his lips.

  “Not really,” he shrugged. “I was just going to comment on what big teeth you appear to have.”

  Carver snorted and chuckled. When he answered, his voice was deeper, darker and sent chills racing over her skin. “All the better to eat you with, my dear.” He then nibbled up her arm to add to the effect.

  Jett shuddered. “Oh, and how well you do eat me.” She moaned. “And I love what big teeth my vampire has as well.” Granted hers had thankfully receded, and she hadn’t had any desire for blood which was a bonus. “I’m just glad that you both like to bite and enjoy my taste. I know how much I love it too.”

  “Good,” Carver told her pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Get used to it, at least from Tremayne; he tends to be the big biter around here.”

  “Says the wolf who left one of the most impressive mating marks ever on the young lady here,” he said in a droll tone. “But on that note, if we ever do anything you don’t like, or you are uncomfortable with, my dear, you must tell us. Immediately.”

  “I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on his mating mark,” Jett said with a frown. “I really don’t get it. I mean, he was supposed to leave a large mark on me, right? Isn’t that all a part of this?” She asked softly.

  “I’m not, just impressed is all. There’s an old myth about the size of a Lycan’s mating mark in comparison to,” Tremayne grinned when Carver let out a groan.