His Mate - Brothers - Ain't Getting nun

by M. L. Briers

  The sound that came from Mick’s lips was a cross between agony and ecstasy.

  “Did I hurt you?” she asked.

  “Baby, I’m fighting one hell of a battle to stay in control here…” Mick practically begged her for some understanding.

  “Word to the wise,” Faith offered him another wicked grin. “Stop fighting.”

  Mick thrust his cock to the hilt, and her head craned back on her neck against the mattress as the sweetest damn sound that he’d ever heard caught in her throat.

  He cursed hard and dragged his hips back, taking her again, and again, and again, watching her large breasts bouncing with each thrust, until he couldn’t take it a moment longer.

  The fever to have her body come around his cock was burning through his blood. He scooped her up from the bed, rocked back onto his heels as her legs wrapped around his hips, and he fisted her hair, yanking her head back on her neck so he had her lips right where he needed them, and kissed her until her head spun.

  Mick’s cock devoured her. With every long thrust, he hit home and made her inner muscles tighten around him. The friction was delicious and heady, making the need for the next release claw inside of her mind and body.

  Faith gave herself up to him. Trusted him to take her where she needed to go, and he wasn’t about to disappoint her.

  Mine…

  Mick could feel her inner muscles tightening around his cock, making him work harder with every thrust. His beast was just under the surface; it bayed to be released from the cage that he’d locked it in.

  His mate was close. He ran his tongue down her neck and over her shoulder to where he needed to place his mark. He could feel her hands at his back, her fingernails pressing into his flesh, and he allowed his beast to push forward.

  Mick’s fangs locked in place and the need to bite clawed within him like a fever that wouldn’t break. Then he felt her body tense with expectation and a heartbeat later she was lost to the ravenous waves of the orgasm that swept from her womb and filled every inch of her.

  Mick bit down fast. His razor sharp fangs cut through her flesh, and her blood flowed over his tongue.

  His wolf howled within him, reaching for her very soul and finding a welcome home.

  Mick savored the final taste of her that he needed. Like a jigsaw puzzle; all of the pieces were there, but one. He needed to spill his seed within her womb and make their bond complete.

  Mick released his fangs and used the last of his sane mind to clean and seal the wound into her flesh. His mark – she was his, and he was hers, and nobody had better mess with that.

  The hardest thing that he’d ever had to do in his life was to pull his cock from inside of her, but he pushed up to his knees and did just that. He unwrapped her body from around his and turned her on the bed.

  The sight of his mate on her hands and knees sent him wild. The curve of her back, the full hips, and the curvy cheeks of her backside beckoned him on.

  He fisted his cock in one hand, held her in place with the other against her hip, and thrust deep inside of her. Her back arched, her head came up, and she moaned with pleasure and need.

  Mick let his wild side out. His muscles strained as he took her back and forth on his hard cock, from the bulbous head to the hilt, in thrusts that made her flesh quiver as his hips met her backside, over and over, as the fever clawed within his soul.

  He reached for her, wrapping one large arm around her waist and dragging her back against him. Faith arched her spine and stuck her backside out, taking him as deep as she could with every thrust.

  Need clawed inside of her too. The friction of his cock inside of her made her already sensitive body beg for more, beg for another orgasm, and he had her climbing high and fast towards that goal.

  “Mine…” Mick growled against her ear.

  His beast was dominant in his voice, and something inside of her felt that basic instinct to be tamed kick in. She wasn’t fire right then, she was ice, and against the heat of her mate, she melted, giving him what he needed.

  Mick’s head strained back on his neck as his thrusts became erratic. He searched for his release and found it the moment that her body came undone around his length, sucking the seed from deep within him with the hard clench and release of her inner muscles.

  Mick felt the rumble start within his chest, catch in his throat, but the moment that his seed hit her womb, that howl exploded from his lips.

  He thrust deep and spilled inside of her, over and over, unending in the pleasure that took every inch of him until he had nothing left to give.

  They panted like wildlings as he took her down to the mattress and protectively wrapped his body around hers.

  His mate, forever.

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  ~

  “Three down and one to go,” Jason offered his mate a wolfish grin, and he watched her eye him with caution for a long moment.

  “Two.”

  “Huh?” Jason frowned.

  His mind might have taken a quick detour around every insanely dirty thought that he’d ever had, but he didn’t believe he’d missed that much of the conversation.

  “You’re forgetting the vampires.” Jeannie offered him a smug smile.

  “You wanna wait until the vampires mate?” Jason asked.

  “Ok,” she shrugged.

  “Maybe they already have,” Jason offered back and watched a frown start on her forehead.

  “But how are we to know?” Jeannie offered back, watching to see if he was going to make his move across the small divide that she’d initiated when he’d gotten too close.

  “Phone, email, telepathy…” he shrugged.

  “I’ll take your last suggestion, and you can work on that. Let me know how it goes,” Jeannie chuckled as she turned to walk away, but his fingers closed around her wrist and he yanked her back towards him, throwing her off balance, and making her hands palm his chest for stability.

  Now he had her where he wanted her. Up close and pressed against the length of his body.

  Jason saw her eyes flare and heard a small catch in her throat.

  “Already done, they mated, our turn,” He grinned.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  ~

  “I’d say bite me, but…” she gave a small shrug again, but she couldn’t dismiss the way her body rushed to life now that she was in his arms.

  “Love too,” Jason growled, and it sounded hungry.

  “God, I wish I had fangs because I’d sink them right into your backside,” Jeannie knew it was a hopeless fight.

  Somewhere deep within her mind, the decision had already been made. She was his mate, and he was hers. Even if she wanted to fight the way that she was feeling about him, she knew it to be a hopeless cause.

  “You wanna bite my ass?” Jason turned his head a little to give her a cheeky sideways look and a grin to match.

  “Don’t even get me started on what I want to do to you,” Jeannie rolled her eyes.

  “Sounds like fun,” he said with a wiggle of his dark eyebrows and a rumble of a growl that made her nipples harder, made them ache to be touched.

  “It would be for me,” she was treading water, playing for time.

  Jeannie didn’t want to want him, but that feeling was there. She wasn’t totally certain that she wanted to be a mate – his mate – but she knew that she was. Knew that he was the man for her. Mr. Right.

  She hated him for that and wanted him in one big mess of emotions that were playing pull and tug with her rational mind.

  It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, hell, he made her chuckle, and that was half the battle. She couldn’t be with a guy that was Mr. Serious all the time.

  It wasn’t that he wasn’t good looking, not that it mattered much to her, but he was, and those muscles were chocolate sauce on a double chocolate cake.

  It wasn’t even that he was Mr. Male-Chauvinistic-Protector-Of-Women, and she could protect herself from most things, that was what her magic wa
s for, but she kind of liked that he had her back – front – and everything else.

  It wasn’t him. It wasn’t her. She was just miffed at fate for expecting her to fall into line.

  “One kiss,” Jason said, unable to stop those dirty thoughts going through his mind or the hungry growl rumbling within his chest.

  “It’s not going to stop at one kiss, and you know it,” Jeannie said.

  “Because… I’m irresistible?”

  “No, because I am,” Jeannie’s grin was full of mischief, and her eyes were teasing and tempting him.

  “Ok, witch…”

  “Witch?”

  “Bear with me,” Jason offered her a playful grin, and she shrugged.

  “You’ll know when you cross the line.” She narrowed her eyes and watched him frown.

  “Ok, I’m going to kiss you now…” she opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. “Wait for it…” he teased, and she eyed him. “And you’re not going to zap me…”

  “I’m not? Gee, I hope my brain gets the memo in time.”

  “Cute, moving on,” Jason said. “You’re not going to zap me, gouge out my eyes, break my nose, kneecap me, nut me – head or balls.” He angled his chin down and questioned her with just a look.

  “You didn’t say..”

  “Or use your magic in any way shape or form,” he added.

  “And what do I get out of this?”

  “Me.” He grinned.

  “Huh? That’s not fair,” she teased back.

  “I think we can compromise…”

  “No kiss?”

  “Oh, there’s gonna be kissing,” Jason chuckled.

  “Dang!” she teased back. “Zapping?”

  “Maybe later…”

  “How much later?” she wiggled her eyebrows the way that he had and watched a wide grin spread across his face.

  He man was too cocky by half, but even that she liked.

  “When I say you can.”

  “Because you’re Mr. Bossy-Boots.”

  “Because, I’m…” he eyed her for a long moment, and decided to just let that drop.

  He’d managed to get her in his arms, and in a playful mood. He didn’t want to wreck that.

  “Ok, one kiss,” her heart hit her ribs, a wave of excitement rushed through her, and her womb clapped her achievement.

  When Jason’s warm lips came down on hers… she knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

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  “That’s mine,” Faith said as her hand shot out and slapped Mick’s away from her plate.

  “Wow, territorial,” he grinned.

  “Touch my food, feel my wrath,” she ground out. “You had three times as much as I did.”

  “And it was tasty, but yours looks tasty too,” Mick gave her a wolfish grin.

  “Oh, it is,” Faith said, reaching for the untouched sausage on her plate with her fingers, and brought it to her lips.

  She watched as her mate watched her like a wolf watched its prey, and when she licked her lips – Mick almost jumped in place, all his muscles tensed, and then she snatched a ferocious bite, and he swallowed down hard.

  “Point to your mate,” Ryan chuckled, and the beta cleared his throat.

  “Sharing is caring,” Mick grumbled.

  “And what did you share with me…?”

  “I gave you the damn tomato,” Mick grumbled back.

  “Only because you’re a carnivore,” Faith snorted a chuckle.

  “Here, Mick, I’m done,” Jeannie pushed her plate towards the beta and Jason gawked.

  “Err, hello, mate here…” he pointed to his chest as Mick grinned wide and snatched up the plate.

  “You’ve still got food,” Jeannie chuckled.

  “I can always go for more,” Jason said, puffing out his chest.

  “That’s what you said last night,” Jeannie grinned, soothing his ego.

  “Did I lie?” Jason leaned in towards her.

  “I’m sure I was asleep through some of it,” Jeannie chuckled.

  “Well, you didn’t snore,” Jason offered back and watched her giggle hard.

  “Get a room,” Vanessa chuckled.

  “Speaking of rooms,” Ryan offered back and brought her attention right to his hungry eyes.

  “Don’t tell me, Alpha, show me,” Vanessa’s playful tones shone through, but there was no mistaking the wicked look in her eyes.

  Ryan started to push up from the garden chair, but the sight of Faith’s vampire friend stalking towards them with a face like thunder sent him away from his mate, and he put his body between the group and her.

  His brothers were beside him in a heartbeat.

  “What’s up, Clara?” Faith called as she pushed up from her seat.

  “That damn vampire of theirs is annoying the hell out of me, Faith,” Clara bit out as she eyed the three brothers that stood like watchdogs, and snorted her contempt for them. “If I came to kill you then you’d be dead already.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

  ~

  “She has such a sunny disposition,” Mick growled.

  “And I thought Clive was a…” Jason never got to finish as the man shot around the corner of the house and headed towards his mate.

  “A what?” he shot a quick look at the beta but turned his attention right back towards his mate.

  Clara ground to a halt and rolled her eyes back in her head. Then she took a long, deep, breath and groaned.

  “See.” She bit out, tossing up a hand towards Clive without looking in his direction.

  “Yes, aren’t I wonderful?” Clive offered back.

  “Like a dose of the craps, soiled panties included,” Clara bit out.

  “You have such a way with words,” Clive teased.

  “Make him go away,” Clara centered her gaze on Faith.

  “He’s your mate, what do you want me to do?” Faith chuckled.

  “It’s not a laughing matter. The man is…” Clara bit down on her annoyance.

  “Your mate,” Ryan folded his large arms across his chest and eyed the vampire.

  “Harder to kill than expected,” Clara bit out, and Jason chortled as he turned his eyes towards Clive. Clive nodded with pride.

  “She tried to kill you?” Jason asked, and he nodded again.

  “And failed,” Clive announced. “Multiple times.”

  “Geez, Clara,” Faith scowled, “give the poor guy a break.”

  “Oh, she did, multiple breaks in ninety-five percent of my body, several times,” Clive offered back with a small shrug.

  “And yet he doesn’t get the message,” Clara grumbled.

  “Yes, I do,” Clive frowned. “I just choose to ignore it. I figure I can wear you down before you kill me.”

  “Are you a betting man?” Clara tossed him the stink eye.

  “Not right now,” Clive offered back.

  “Shame, I could make a killing in more ways than one,” Clara shot back.

  “Why don’t you two…” Faith shrugged.

  “Fight to the death?” Clara tossed up a hand, and Clive’s eyebrows came down to cover his eyes.

  “Excuse me?” He bit out.

  “It’s the only way to get you off my trail, Junior,” Clara offered back.

  “Junior,” Jason sniggered.

  “I will kill you and not feel one moment’s remorse,” Clive bit out at the beta, and Jason smirked.

  “Not one?” Clara asked.

  “No,” Clive bit back.

  “I might have underestimated you,” Clara smiled.

  “Oh, you did,” Clive shot back.

  “You’re bonding over my death?” Jason bit out.

  “Yeah, it was a noble one, you almost lifted a claw before I ripped your head off,” Clive shot back.

  “Tell me more?” Clara grinned.

  “Seriously?” Jason growled as his brothers sniggered.

  “What say we talk about this, somewhere else?” Clive ask
ed.

  “Where’d you have in mind?” Clara eyed him with suspicion.

  “I have a bar down the road, a house in Rome, a Villa in Spain, an apartment in Paris…”

  “Hell, I’ll go with him,” Faith chuckled, and Mick shot her a glare. “What? Just saying.”

  “Well, don’t…” Mick grumbled.

  “A self-made vampire. I like that,” Clara said.

  “An evil, vindictive she-demon of a vampire, but one who would wipe out a whole pack for her friend… I like that,” Clive offered back.

  “I’m the friend,” Faith nudged her mate in the ribs, and Mick groaned.

  “Again with the elbows?” Mick grumbled.

  “What? You can bite, but I can’t nudge?” Faith grinned, holding his gaze for the longest time, and there was pure hunger in his growl as he remembered the taste of her blood on his tongue, claiming her.

  “Nudge away, sweetheart,” Mick said, and he grunted in pain when she did just that.

  “I choose Paris,” Clara announced.

  “Good choice,” Faith offered up to her. “The Eiffel Tower, the Champs Elysees, the city of lovers…”

  “The French are so tasty,” Clara grinned.

  “There are no words,” Mick gave his mate a hard stare, and she plastered a fake grin on her lips.

  “You’ll love her when you get to know her,” she offered back, lamely.

  “I’m sure,” he grumbled.

  “I need you to look after my bar,” Clive said, tossing the keys through the air, and the alpha reached out and snatched them up.

  “Do I look like a babysitting service to you?” Ryan growled.

  “Sixty forty split of the profits,” Clive shot back.

  “I’m not greedy,” Ryan said with a shrug. “Seventy thirty.”

  “Deal,” Clive bit out.

  “Seventy in my favor,” Ryan grinned.

  “Fine. It could be a while,” Clive said. “There are lots of French people to… taste.”

  “We may move onto Spain,” Clara announced. “The Spanish are so…”

  “Tasty?” Jason offered, and she gave him a slow grin, fangs and all.