Fated for Mikayla

by Suzette Rose Cauler

  Well, if what he said was true, and she was leaning toward believing him, it hadn’t been his doing. “It’s okay. I can’t blame you for bumping my own head.”

  Jack growled. “I do.”

  Mikayla squeezed her thighs together as they again debated whether or not Hunter was at fault and how much of an idiot he really was or wasn’t. Her mind was still firmly on other things. For one thing, despite the heated debate going on, she could feel Hunter’s cock, rigid and strong, pressed against her belly through his jeans. He had that amazing erection for her, and it was a pretty sure bet that Jack was still ready as well.

  What would happen now? Would they? Should they get the mating and claiming on right then? Her pussy practically did a somersault at the thought of fucking them right then and there. Holy fucking hell. But she didn’t know anything about them yet, including why they’d been at Liz’s place or why Hunter had attacked her. What’s more, she still didn’t know where Liz was. Answers. The right thing to do was to get answers first. Then, provided they were the right answers and they really weren’t criminals, she could enjoy her smorgasbord of sexy wolfman.

  Now, she just had to get a firm grip on herself so she could wait. And she didn’t want to wait. In fact, a whimper escaped her lips at the thought.

  They both stopped talking. Hunter looked down at her, worry in his eyes. “You okay? Oh shit, I don’t even know your name.”

  “It’s Mikayla. Mikayla Lowell.”

  “Mikayla.” They each repeated it, making her sound like some sort of rare jewel rather than just a she-wolf.

  Hunter rubbed his hands up and down her back. “Is it your head, Mikayla?”

  Her head did still hurt a little, but it hadn’t caused her whimper. She shook her head slowly. No, it was the throbbing between her legs that had her in its grip.

  “What then?” Jack’s voice was gruff but no less concerned.

  “It’s...um... It’s… I need to…” She tripped over something that should come naturally with one’s mates, and she didn’t like it. Mikayla Lowell was anything but shy. “Damn it, it’s the call to mate.”

  “Oh, don’t worry,” Hunter started.

  “We’ll take care of that,” Jack added.

  “Now,” Hunter finished. “Right now.”

  There were those hands again, hot and firm, touching her, reaching to remove the rest of her clothing. She had to get control of herself. Unable to help it, she reached between her legs and cupped her pussy, trying to somehow contain its need. “Wait. We can’t yet.”

  Loud growls of disapproval assaulted her ears.

  Jack spoke first. “Wait? For what?”

  Hunter smoothed her hair back away from her face, avoiding the bump. “You’re ours. There’s no reason to wait.”

  A thrill raced up her spine at his words, and she sighed deeply in annoyance at the circumstances getting in her way. “I can’t yet. I need to know how you found me and why. What were you doing there…in that apartment building?” She wiggled her free hand up between her and Hunter, giving him a little push. “And I still don’t know why you grabbed me like that.” First things fucking first, even if her wolf did scream at her to stop the madness.

  Hunter stared down at her, then pressed his lips to hers, kissing softly at first, stroking her with his mouth until her lips parted. She moaned as he took possession of her tongue, tasting her, caressing her there. She wanted to protest, to pull away and reiterate her desire to talk first and fuck second, but the feel of his hands as he wove them in her hair and the taste of his tongue as he grew more demanding…it was making her lose her mind.

  She had a death grip on her pussy at that point, and her palm was soaked with her own cream. Her thin cotton panties couldn’t contain it.

  “We can scent your need to mate.” Jack growled. “Let us claim you. Then, when we’re all satisfied, we tell you everything you want to know.”

  Her wolf threatened to overcome her. All that bitch wanted was to be on her hands and knees with a cock pounding away at her. She groaned but made one last effort to be strong. It wasn’t just the fucking that was the problem. It was the claiming. She had to be sure her instincts were right before she let them mark her. Gathering every ounce of resolve she had left, she tore herself away from Hunter, biting back a moan.

  “No.” She’d managed loud, but she wasn’t so sure she’d pulled off sincere, so she decided to try again. “No mating or claiming until I get some answers.”

  More growls.

  “I want you. Both of you. But this is important enough to wait.”

  Hunter reached for her again and pressed his forehead against hers, breathing harshly. “You can wait?”

  Her breathing came nearly as ragged as his. “I have to try.”

  “Then, at least let us take the edge off for you.”

  “Take the edge off?”

  “Your discomfort is obvious, and it makes it harder for us to stay in control,” Hunter said. “If we make you come first, it might be a little easier.”

  “We’ll still need you,” Jack said. “But the waiting will be easier. Right now, seeing you clutch your pussy like that is driving me crazy.”

  Her hand immediately fell away. It was always intense when wolves found each other, but she hadn’t even considered the effect her strong response would have on their ability to wait. “What do you mean by take the edge off?”

  Hunter straightened up and opened his mouth to answer but Jack beat him to it, his desire thick in his voice. “Let us taste your pussy, Mikayla.”

  * * * *

  Maybe it was wrong to seek her own pleasure when it was so obvious they needed release, too, but they offered, and, well, she accepted. Fucking both of them and the claiming, that would take some time. But she could let them take the edge off as they called it and get back to the business of talking.

  Mikayla nodded her agreement, and they had her on her back and out of her remaining clothes so fast she could only gasp in anticipation. She expected them to go right for the goods, but that didn’t happen. Hunter kneeled beside the bed and lifted her foot in his huge paw of a hand. Keeping her locked in his gaze, he kissed her instep, then each of her toes before training kisses over her ankle, up her calf to her thighs, which he nibbled and licked, making her moan.

  When he finally reached her pussy, he hovered there, inhaling deeply. “I love your smell, baby. I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy.”

  She spread her legs wider, beyond ready as he parted her pussy lips with one hand and blew hot air on her clit. She bit her lip, closing her eyes and bracing herself for the first touch of his tongue. The feel of his lips, his teeth, his tongue drew another groan out of her, but this time it was one of frustration. Damn it to hell, he was teasing her, using his mouth to make love to her other thigh and working his way down her leg instead of just giving her what she needed.

  She looked over at Jack, who’d crushed her panties in his huge hand. When she caught his eye, he brought them to his nose, took a whiff and licked his lips altogether too slowly. She could almost come just watching him.

  Hunter had made it down to her other ankle, and as he applied playful nibbles there, she decided she’d had about all she could take. “Don’t tease me. I can’t take it.”

  Jack and Hunter exchanged a glance, and then Jack circled Hunter’s huge form to get to her other side. He kissed her so passionately it took her breath away. That and the feel of his hands kneading her breasts. Honestly, she was putty in their hands, and if they’d asked her again, she wouldn’t have had the will to deny them.

  Their touches, their kisses overwhelmed her senses so much that when Jack took her nipple into his mouth at the same time as Hunter finally touched his tongue to her clit, she screamed against Jack’s mouth and bucked up off the bed.

  “Baby likes that.” Hunter spoke right against her pussy, making matters worse.

  She was just getting ready to tear her mouth away from Jack’s and beg Hunter not to sto
p, not to ever stop, when he grabbed her thighs firmly and positioned them over his shoulders. And, oh boy, did he go to work then. Hunter licked from her sopping wet pussy to her throbbing clit, then back again before lapping at her pussy lips, even sucking them into his mouth in turn. She reached for him, intending to grab a fistful of hair and hold on, but Jack grabbed her wrists and pinned them overhead.

  “Leave the man to his work,” Jack said between kissing her lips and her neck, and sucking on her earlobe.

  She struggled, needing to free her hands because the sensations were just too powerful, especially when Hunter eased two fingers inside her. She needed something to hold on to, to use as an anchor. But Jack held her in his iron grip and the two of them used their hands lips, teeth, and tongues to take her, devour her, until she was shaking with the need to climax.

  Hunter thrust his fingers into her again and again, and she lifted her hips each time, meeting his thrusts, fucking his hand. Jack found the valley between her breasts with his tongue, squeezing and caressing her breasts, her nipples, as he dallied there.

  Mikayla got there quickly, feeling her climax ready to roar forward, but she was unprepared for it when Hunter, still finger-fucking her, fastened on her clit and took a long, hard suck. She stiffened, holding her breath, and when he fluttered his tongue along the underside of her clit, she broke, her body bowing up off the bed as if it had a mind of its own. Her scream, muffled when Jack crushed his lips over hers, still managed to sound impossibly loud. Hunter didn’t stop, though, and before she knew it, one orgasm had crested on the first. Mikayla realized it then. She hadn’t really found her mates. She’d actually gone to heaven.

  * * * *

  Jack lifted Mikayla, cradling her in his arms, then sat on the bed, just holding her. He intended to hold her for as long as she’d let him. Hunter had brought her to climax, and she’d just lain there after, as if too exhausted to even move. But when Hunter reached to gather her in his arms, Jack beat him to it, giving him an evil grin. He’d just have to wait his turn.

  Hunter grabbed her clothes off the floor and carefully folded them on the dresser. He looked shaken.

  Jack gazed down at their mate, her eyes half lidded, her skin flushed deeper with her climax. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and she was his. Well, theirs, but yeah, still his. He watched, memorizing her features, as she caught her breath. He’d always wondered what his mate would look like. Fate had done him well.

  “That was…just…amazing.” Her voice cracked when she spoke.

  Hunter growled proudly, probably patting himself on the back. “For me, too.” He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her leftover juices.

  Jack was a little irritated that Hunter had tasted her first. After all, he was the one who’d let her get knocked out, but Jack contented himself with one thought. Jack was the oldest, which meant he’d be the first to claim her when the time came, and he hoped it came quickly. It was hard to hold back from claiming her. Holding her like that made his cock’s painful hardness practically unbearable.

  He drew one hand over her hair, then down her cheek. He splayed his other hand over her belly, which still quivered with her climax. She shivered in response.

  “Cold?” She felt hot in his arms, but he’d seen her shiver.

  Mikayla laughed, a deep, sensual sound. “No. I don’t think it’s possible to be cold around you two.” She gave a shuddering sigh, looking up at him, then over at Hunter. “Thank you.”

  “That’s only the beginning.” Hunter thrust his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans. Jack had the distinct impression he’d buried them there to keep from grabbing Mikayla off his lap.

  “So…” She looked up at him, her eyes searching his, her lips quirked up slightly. “Which one of you wants to go first?”

  She was already naked, so he maneuvered her quickly onto her back, coming up over her to claim her mouth again. His hand went to his fly, where his cock was straining for freedom. He couldn’t wait to feel her coming under him, feeling her pussy squeezing his cock.

  He released her mouth to ply kisses over her neck, past her collarbone, and onto her full breasts. She panted beneath him, her hands traveling over his back and weaving through his hair. But then she abruptly stilled, becoming wooden in his arms.

  Jack propped himself up, looking down into her flushed face. “What’s wrong?”

  “I want you. Oh God, how I want you, but that’s not what I meant. I meant which one of you wants to explain first?”

  He buried his face in her breasts with a groan. She was clearly still aroused. Her scent left no question about that, but there was one thing he’d already learned about his mate. She had much more willpower than he did.

  * * * *

  “Different last names.” Mikayla tucked the sheet under her arms. It was weird being totally naked while they still wore pants, especially given the continued crackle of sexual tension in the room. The sheet made her feel a bit more in control of herself. “Then…you’re not brothers?” They didn’t really look alike. Even their stances were different. Jack had a more hardened military stance while Hunter’s gave off a bit of an untamed vibe. Still, she’d assumed.

  Hunter shook his head. “We’re like brothers.”

  “Okay, I need more than that. Give up the details.” Neither man seemed entirely comfortable with the subject, but they’d have to get over it if they wanted her. And it was painfully clear how badly they wanted to claim her.

  Jack glanced at Hunter, then shrugged, frowning. “We lost our families. Both of us.” He swallowed so hard she heard it. “They were killed, and we were…separated from our pack.”

  “Separated?”

  Hunter frowned. “Ousted.”

  That was pretty serious. “Why were you ousted?”

  “More than half our pack was destroyed.” Jack set her on the bed and began to pace the room.

  “Hunter and I weren’t there when it happened, but we came home to find not only half the pack brutally murdered but our families as well. Our parents, my younger brother, and Hunter’s two sisters, not even of age yet.”

  Hunter’s jaw worked and his fists clenched. “We wanted to avenge our families and the pack, but our alpha was too afraid. The loss had cowed him and he warned everyone off seeking revenge.”

  Jack stopped his pacing, shook his head, and then began prowling the room again. “We couldn’t sit by and do nothing, so we began questioning the survivors, trying to get any information we could about the attack, planning to find those who’d done it and kill them all.”

  “But our alpha got wind of it,” Hunter said. “He offered us another chance, saying he understood that our grief had made us disobey. As long as we made no further inquiries, we could stay and he would forget about it. He wouldn’t even punish us.” He gave a derisive laugh. Clearly he didn’t think much of the offer.

  Jack gave a single nod. “We couldn’t just let it go. They’d taken everything from us. So… We told the alpha what we thought of his offer…and of him.”

  Mikayla could well imagine how any alpha, even a frightened one, would take that. “Oh, I’m betting that didn’t go over too well.”

  “It didn’t.” Jack stopped pacing and stared at her, watching her reaction. “We were ousted from the pack.”

  “Wow…I’m sorry.” She couldn’t imagine being permanently separated from her clan. That would feel like her heart had been ripped out. She’d disobeyed her alphas to get there, but she’d never risk being banished from River’s Bend. Still, she could understand why they had. If her family were killed, never might turn into a risk she was willing to take. “Did you ever find them? Whoever killed your family?”

  “No,” Jack said, his tension over the subject palpable. “We’ve learned who they are but not where they are.”

  The frustration was equally clear on Hunter’s face. “Everyone seems to be tight-lipped when it comes to vampires.”

  Mikayla shuddered involuntarily. N
o wonder the alpha had been against any revenge plans. Vampires had been known to wipe out whole packs just to make a point. “I’m so sorry for your loss. Both of you.” Her heart hurt for them. What they’d lost was beyond imagination.

  Jack cleared his throat. “We joined up with Ulric a few months later.”

  “We’d heard about the Crimson Moon Pack, and what their alpha was trying to do.” Hunter’s frown deepened until she thought he’d create a permanent crease between his brows. “We wanted in.”

  “You wanted in with that…murderer?” If this was who they were, fate had made a big mistake putting them together.

  “At the time we did,” Jack said. “We didn’t know much about him. We’d heard rumors about Ulric, but I don’t think anyone in my pack knew what he was really like. All we knew was he wanted to fight vampires, and that seemed like a worthy cause. So we went to go find the pack. We were accepted without question, but we traveled with Ulric for a relatively short time before he showed his bloodlust.”

  Hunter nodded. “And before he started taking women.”

  “My clan…we got word that he was capturing women and pressing them to fight for him.”

  Hunter’s face grew thunderous as he spoke. “Not just taking them. Ripping them from their families, killing mates, parents, anyone who resists. Enslaving some females, holding others for ransom.”

  “For ransom?” Wolf shifters did need money for whatever they hoped to accomplish in the human world, but she found it difficult to believe Ulric would choose that route to get it. Her clan was wealthy as were a few packs, but on the whole, wolf packs wouldn’t have much to give up for even the most treasured she-wolf.

  “For cooperation,” Jack said. “When he doesn’t believe he can fight his way to taking over a pack, he uses captured women to force their alphas into submission.”