by Maia Dylan
As the blood stopped roaring in her ears, she heard Jacob’s constant growl, and loved the way he continued to work his mouth between her legs, taking everything she had to offer, and loving on her through the most explosive release of her life. When she quieted, Jacob pressed one last kiss against her then moved up her body, until he was straddling her hips. She looked up into his face, and felt her heart turn over at the emotions written for all to see in his expression.
He was pleased, and the satisfaction he felt was evident in his grin, but it was the emotion swirling within his eyes that had her biting her lip. She was too afraid to put a name to that emotion in that moment, but she had a good idea what it was.
“Come up here, baby,” Jacob said and helped her to sit up. “Let’s get you comfortable.” He pulled her shirt up and over her head, and she knew in that moment she was more than a little shell-shocked because she allowed him to bare her torso. She hadn’t bothered with a bra when she’d climbed out of the shower so when the shirt slipped over her head she was naked.
Both men inhaled sharply, and Violet’s hands flew to the scar on her chest. It was an ugly array of scar tissue and puckered skin, and they would have known from the sheer size of it that it had to have been a critical wound, especially being near the heart as that was.
“Baby?” Jacob whispered the question, but Violet shook her head. She wasn’t quite ready to share that story yet, and she kept her gaze on Jacob’s abdominals, refusing to lift her gaze any higher.
Jacob gently placed his hands on hers and tugged until she drew her hands away, leaving her scar completely visible.
“You have nothing to hide, baby. You are so damn beautiful you make my heart ache.” Jacob whispered as he gently leaned in and pressed kisses against the scar tissue, telling her with his touch and his actions that the scar didn’t faze him.
When he pulled up and leaned in to kiss her, Violet moved to meet him. Jacob’s kiss was softer and slower than Mason’s had been moments before, but no less intense, and she shivered beneath the power of his kiss.
When he pulled back, Violet’s hair tumbled free of the clip she’d pulled it up with, and fell in a riot of red curls down her back. “That’s better. I have a lot of fantasies in my mind that feature your hair.”
Just as she was about to ask what they were, Jacob slid to the side and then Mason was beside her. She had a glimpse of toned and muscled male flesh for a brief moment, before she was lifted and encouraged to straddle his thighs. She sat back a little on his thighs trapping Mason’s erection beneath her.
“Fuck,” Mason muttered as he closed his eyes for a moment. “The feel of all your soft beautiful skin on mine is addictive. I want you. I want to feel you take my cock as far into you as I can get, and I want to watch as you shatter around me. But right now, baby, if I lead I am going to fuck you too hard, and I am so damn scared of hurting you.” He urged her to kneel up over him, until the head of his cock nestled against the sensitive opening of her pussy. “This way you lead the charge. You take control of the speed and intensity.”
Violet swallowed a sudden lump that had formed in her throat. Since meeting Mason and Jacob she had done a little research on her own, and she’d learned that leopards were very much a dominant shifter race. They very rarely like to give up control, and it meant a lot to her that Mason would hand her the reins for their first time.
Rotating her hips gently, she slid down on him, sliding the head of his cock into her pussy inch by inch. She took her time, not because she was in any kind of discomfort despite his girth, but because of the intense look on Mason’s face. His gaze was locked to where their bodies were joined and his body tensed beneath her.
“Jesus,” he whispered reverently, and she watched as color rose into his cheeks. “That has to be the hottest damn thing I have ever seen in my life. The way your body shifts and molds itself to take mine, is so fucking humbling.”
With one last revolution of her hips, Violet sighed when she was finally nestled on his thighs and Mason’s cock was buried deep within her. “Wow, that feels good. So full and hot.” Violet barely recognized her own voice.
“The view from here is pretty fucking spectacular, too.” Jacob’s voice was more a growl, and he was lying with his head on his hands beside them, simply staring up at her with intense amber eyes.
Mason ran his hands down her back until he cupped her ass. “Move on me, little one. Ride me, take me the way you want to, fuck me and make me yours.”
Violet’s smile was wicked. “You bet your sweet ass I will, kitty cat. Now, hold on tight. I like to ride hard.” Mason’s answering laugh morphed into a grin as Violet lifted up then slammed back down, adding a rotation of her hips when she bottomed out, driving her clit against the hard muscles of his abdomen.
“Fuck!” Mason groaned, his fingers clenching convulsively on her hips.
Violet gripped his shoulders hard, leaning back a little, and began to move. She lifted and fell in a steady rhythm, taking him at his word, and riding him the way she wanted to. She kept her eyes on him, watching as amber bled into the grey and she knew his leopard was close to the surface.
“There’s my leopard,” she whispered, and his eyes blazed with heat. She opened her psychic sense and watched as his aura appeared before her. Where Mason’s aura was part cat, part man, when his leopard was this close to the surface, he was more feline than anything else. His aura rang with dominance and possession, and a loyalty and devotion that took her breath away.
Blinking hard she concentrated on taking him hard and fast. She could feel her body tightening and knew that her orgasm was thundering toward her at frightening speed, and she refused to succumb to it without ensuring Mason achieved his release at the same time.
She moved faster, driving her hips up and down in a hard and fast rhythm. She added a gyration each time she settled on his thigh knowing that it pleased him as much as it did her. She gritted her teeth and clamped down tight on him when her orgasm seemed inevitable and she reveled in Mason’s shout. His body tensed beneath her, and as she screamed her release to the room, she felt him shudder beneath her, and his cock swell within her. She could feel the heat of his release in every fiber of her being.
Gasping for air, she fell forward, her hips circling tightly, ensuring that she milked as much out of her orgasm as well as his. They both shuddered when her clit pressed against him and a ripple of sensation fluttered through her pussy, no doubt undulating against him where he was still buried to the hilt within her.
When the sparks of pleasure that had been rolling through her ebbed away, she collapsed completely against him, sighing when his arms reached up to wrap around her waist and hold her tighter to him.
“Jesus, Violet—” Mason said breathlessly. “That was the most powerful thing I have ever felt in my life. You slay me, little one.”
Violet hugged him tighter and buried her nose in his neck, inhaling his scent before pulling back to meet his gaze. “For me, too.” Her voice was a little hoarse, no doubt from all the screaming she had been doing.
Mason smiled as he reached up to gently sweep her hair from her face. “As much as I want to hold you in my arms and cuddle you for at least the next thirty to fifty years—” Violet smiled at that, but it didn’t stop a kernel of joy from blooming within her chest, “—I think there’s someone here who is need of a little of your attention, too.”
“Too fucking right I am,” Jacob growled from beside them. “The hottest thing in the world is watching you shatter like that, baby, and more than my next breath I want to feel you shatter again, but this time while you are wrapped around my cock. But if you are too sore, or tired, then I can wait.”
The painful look on his face told Violet that although he would wait, it would take its toll. Amazingly, despite the intense release she had just experienced, arousal began to thread its way through her body. Kneeling up, she sighed at the feel of Mason’s cock slipping from inside her, and moved to the side of the b
ed.
“Oh, I think I can find the energy to go a round with you. Jacob,” Violet’s voice was almost a purr, and from the way Jacob’s eyes turned amber she knew he liked the sound of it. She crawled toward him, then up and over his chest so she could capture his mouth with her own.
He led her lead for a few moments, and she reveled in the freedom of it. She swept her tongue into his mouth and moaned at the exotic flavor of him. When she sucked his lip into her mouth and pressed her teeth into the flesh, he groaned, and she knew his control and patience snapped.
Jacob’s hands reached up into her hair, gripping it in his hands, and Violet moaned when he tugged her head to the angle he wanted, then attacked her mouth. She moaned as he licked and bit into her mouth, claiming her mouth as his own as surely as Mason had. She gasped with shock when she felt a wet warmth between her legs and she pulled back from his kiss.
“Just cleaning you up, little one,” Mason said with a grin, continuing to wipe a warm facecloth between her legs and her face bloomed with color.
“I could have done that.”
Mason shook his head. “Hell no! That is most definitely our job and our privilege.”
She would have argued more, but Jacob turned her head back to him gently and took her mouth with his a second time, rolling so that he was lying completely over her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. The hot, hard feel of his erection pressed against her abdomen had her pussy releasing more hot liquid.
“Damn,” Jacob moaned as he moved his lips down her neck to her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue. “I can smell you arousal in the air, and it is the sweetest damn temptation in the world. I want to spend some time with my mouth on your pussy in the worst way—” Violet moaned, and her pussy clenched at the thought, “but I am beyond the level of control I would need to do that without coming on your bedspread like an untrained teenager.” Jacob lifted his head and grinned up at her. “Rain check?”
Violet giggled. “Well, if I am going to have to take a rain check for that, I’ll want you to get your mouth on me, while I have both your cocks at my disposal.”
“Deal!” Both her men said at the same time, and she laughed. She would never have thought that sex could be fun, and that laughter would be just as important as the intense moments, but for the three of them, it was.
Jacob knelt up and shuffled off the end of the bed onto his feet, grabbing her by the hips and tugging her so that her ass now sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m glad we have the second act of our first night together sorted. But for now, I really do need to fuck you.”
Violet grinned as she ran her hands up and over her breasts, reveling in Jacob’s guttural groan. She watched as he suddenly reached down to grip the base of his cock, and his expression turned intense.
“Goddamn it!” Jacob cursed. “You are just too damn sexy for my own good. I was all set to fuck you like this, taking you good and deep and watching your expression as you came, but if I have to watch you fucking touch yourself, this will be over way to soon.”
Violet squeaked a shocked sound when Jacob suddenly flipped her onto her stomach with ease, and she was bent over the end of the bed, her feet barely touching the floor due to the extra height of the bed she’d had made to make the most of the view when she lay down at night.
She groaned when she felt Jacob’s cock press against her and he buried himself deep within her with one solid thrust. She loved the bed even more now that it meant Jacob and Mason could take her this way. She felt full, and when Jacob pulled out then thrust back in, she cried out as he moved over something within her that had her jolting with pleasure.
“Oh, yeah,” Mason said from his spot sitting up on the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Jacob’s hitting your sweet spot in that position, isn’t he?”
Violet had no idea what that meant, but when Jacob moved again she cried out. Jacob growled deep, and she felt the mattress move as his fists landed on either side of her hips.
“This is going to go quick, baby,” Jacob panted. “I’ll make it up to you next time.”
Violet wanted to say he was doing just fine this time, but lost the ability to think let alone speak when Jacob began to pound into her. She reached out and gripped the bedclothes, her toes curling into the carpet as she had to just lie there and take what he had to give. And oh, how she loved the way he gave it.
She jerked up and off the mattress when her orgasm struck without warning, and she screamed Jacob’s name to the world at large. Over her own screams, she heard Jacob roar her name in response and reveled in the jolts of his hips against her as he came. Violet sobbed her pleasure into the mattress. Everything would be different now. Being with Jacob and Mason like this had her shattering into a million tiny little pieces, and she had no idea how she would ever be able to pull herself back together again, if it didn’t work out between them.
Chapter Nine
“I think he’s dead,” Vincenzo observed before he took a bite of his apple.
Breathing heavily, Roberto stepped back from the figure tied to the chair in front of him. “Yeah well, he fucking deserved it.” Roberto staggered over to the table at the side of the room and grabbed a bottle of water, slugging at least half in one go. “Why the fuck can we not find anything on this fucking IEH? There’s nothing, not a place of business, no name associated to it, nothing! They write their shit about me and post it on every goddamn social media platform in the city, and no one can trace it back to anyone!” He pointed at the bloodied corpse on the chair. “Not even the world’s leading authority on cyber tracking can tell me who the fuck these bastards are!”
Vincenzo shrugged his shoulders. “Either the people on the streets don’t know, or they are protecting IEH, which makes no fucking sense at all. We have made it very clear that what we are doing is in retaliation for those messages, but still no names.”
Roberto picked up a towel and wiped the blood from his hands and removed the plastic apron he’d worn to protect his clothes. “Then concentrate on the redhead. IEH talks about stopping me at all costs, and she is out there doing everything she can. If anyone knows who they are, it will be her. And as for those fucking cats, I want them gone before Luciano arrives. He needs to see that I have full control of Chicago. We need to start rounding those fucking animals up and putting them out of my misery.”
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Mason lay still, watching his mate as she lay in his arms staring out at the rain falling steadily outside. The lights from the city beyond her window reflecting in each drop as it slid down the panes of glass. By rights, she should be unconscious or at the very least asleep. He had lost count of the number of times he or Jacob had reached for her during the night. Violet had pleased both of them by doing her fair share of the reaching too.
They had even shifted for her to show her their leopards, and Mason had felt his animal’s pride at being petted by their mate. The damn cat preened at all the attention and grumbled heartily when Mason forced him back and reclaimed his skin.
But now, when the dawn was about to break on a new day, their mate lay quietly between them, and he didn’t need to be psychic to know she was thinking about her father. Hell, he had been all she’d thought about for the past twelve years as far as he could tell.
He caught Jacob’s eye where he lay behind their mate, and could see the concern he felt mirrored in his brother’s eyes. Violet was too quiet.
“You want to tell us what’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” Mason decided to ask and just see how she reacted. The fact she didn’t flinch or jump at his voice told him that she was more than aware of the fact that he and Jacob were awake, too.
“I was thinking about the moment my Poppa was killed,” Violet said in a small quiet voice, and Mason desperately wanted to retract his question, but knew she probably needed to talk it through with them.
“How old were you when you lost him?” Jacob asked, and Violet tensed between them.
“I didn’t lose
him, he was taken from me,” Violet’s voice was flat and sounded devoid of emotion, which was a stark contrast to the tension in her body. “I was born Isabela Inez Santiago, but from the moment he saw me, my Poppa called me Viola. When Santiago learned I had a gift with computers, he brought in the best tutors to ensure I could write code that would be unbeatable, and from the age of ten that was what I did. I trained to fight, and I kept Santiago’s wealth secure.
“When I was twelve, my father decided I needed to know what it was like to kill a man.” Mason filled with horror and his leopard snarled and began to pace within him. “He told me that I needed to know what it was like to see someone die in front of me, and know what it is like to take a life.” Violet took a deep shuddering breath before she continued. “But because my father is a sadistic son of a bitch, he wanted to make sure that I felt the loss as well.”
“Fuck,” Mason growled, his leopard very much in his voice. “Please tell me that fucker didn’t make you kill your own grandfather!”
“He tried,” Violet whispered. “He made me stand there with a gun in my hand, pointing it at the one man who had shown me nothing but kindness and love. Poppa had been trying to work out a way to get me away from my father, but Santiago had become too fucking rich and powerful. He had come to the house to try and reason with Santiago. Hell, he had even tried to appeal to my mother. But all he got for is trouble was a beat down from Santiago’s right hand asshole, taken to a derelict house and then made to kneel with his hands tied behind his back facing his grandchild, who held a weapon on him.”
“But you couldn’t do it,” Jacob said confidently.
Mason nodded. “You might have only been twelve, but there is no way in hell you would have pulled that trigger.”