Marcel, Zoey - Wrestling with Temptation [Temptation, Wyoming 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Zoey Marcel

  Mark stumbled on the slick driveway, trying to dodge the assault of icy hell. “You assholes, you hosed off the driveway again so it would freeze while you attacked us!”

  There was a good deal of laughter and plenty of snowball chucking coming from both sides to keep her entertained for a long time.

  Mark finally staggered back to his car, getting a snowball on the ass when he turned. He had a carton of something in one hand and a pocketknife in the other. “Surrender or this eggnog gets gutted and runs all over the driveway.”

  “Truce!” Jack and Damon hollered as they came out of hiding.

  “Truce my ass!” Quinn shouted as he hammered them with cold, snowy retribution.

  The war was reinstated, but Mark escaped into the warmth and security of the house. “Hey, there.”

  Morrigan grinned when she saw him, feeling coy now that she knew she was supposedly his chosen one. Poor guy, he looked hot as hell and she was a plain Jane. He deserved so much better. Maybe she could make him see that by setting him up with a diva. The thought made her glum for some reason. “Eggnog, huh?”

  “Works like a charm. How have you been?”

  “Good, thanks. How about you? Did you catch the bad guys?”

  “Nah, just boring desk duty today. Wow, that smells good. Are you making beef stew and apple cinnamon muffins?”

  “Wow, I’m impressed.”

  “I’ve got a good nose.” He put the eggnog in the fridge. “You okay?”

  She didn’t mean to say what was on her mind, but it shot out before she could hold it back. “Am I your mate?”

  Mark hit his head on the freezer when he flew up. “What? How did you—”

  The front door opened as the others traipsed in.

  “We’ll talk later,” he promised.

  * * * *

  Mark was up in the loft which served as his room when he heard Jack climbing the ladder. He knew it was him because he was the only one who sounded like he was dancing when he climbed.

  “We need to talk.” Jack’s tone sounded urgent.

  “What’s up?”

  “For a while now I’ve had these impulses and urges that are screaming to be tended to and I don’t think I can fight them anymore.”

  Mark cringed inside. Jack was bisexual. Damn, he always wondered about that man. “That’s really…sweet and different, Jack, but you have to control yourself.”

  “I know. It goes against everything I stand for.”

  “Well, that’s a relief. Listen to your conscience.”

  Jack gave him a peculiar glance before pacing again. “I don’t have a conscience. I’m talking about the essence of evil that I represent.”

  Mark smirked. “Okay. This is probably just a phase. I wouldn’t read too much into it.”

  “Every day it grows stronger and the fire burns hotter, scorching me with forbidden lust and depraved longing, and I can’t keep it inside any longer. It’s going to explode at some point when I least expect it. I need to just come out and be done with it.”

  “Yeah, I’m not so sure about that.”

  “We need to have hot, sweaty, writhing, filthy sex right now,” Jack practically shouted, seeming like he was losing his mind. He was usually pretty dramatic when he was worked up about something.

  Mark freaked. “Son of a bitch, Jack, don’t stand so close to me when you’re talking about raunchy sex. You’re a great friend, but I don’t think of you that way.”

  Jack looked at him like he was a lunatic. “What are you talking about?”

  “What were you talking about?”

  “Morrigan.”

  Mark heaved a sigh of relief. “Whew, okay good. For a minute there I thought you were coming on to me.”

  “You wish.”

  “Yeah, yeah, don’t flatter yourself. So go fool around if you want her so bad.”

  “I want to share her with you.”

  “Why?”

  “She belongs to both of us. We need to tell her.”

  “She figured out that she’s my mate already.” Mark thought back to a few days ago when he shook Morrigan’s hand for the first time and caught her natural scent on the coastal breeze. He was hooked. He knew down to his bones that she belonged to them, but her resemblance to his deceased love still messed with his head. He didn’t know if holding her would be like having his English rose back again, or if it would feel empty and meaningless because he would know it wasn’t her.

  “Good, then let the fucking begin.” Jack headed toward the ledge.

  “You go ahead. I’m still confused.”

  “What the bloody hell for? Wolf meets match. Wolf likes his perfect match and shags her until she can’t walk. Then he plants his mark on her and makes her his forever.”

  “Yeah, except I already met my mate years ago and lost her. Now, centuries later, fate sends me another one?”

  “Why not?”

  “It doesn’t work like that. Everybody knows that. I don’t buy it.”

  “You don’t have to buy it to enjoy a good screw. I can’t claim her until I accustom her to my lifestyle. Maybe she would warm up to the idea if you bit her first.”

  “She would still freak out, because the way you have to claim her is completely taboo.”

  Jack sighed. “You have the day off tomorrow, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Good. Take her shopping.”

  “Do you want me to hold her purse at the mall, too?” Mark quipped.

  “Hold your tongue. I didn’t mean that kind of shopping.”

  “Oh, you mean the naughty kind.”

  Jack smiled darkly.

  “We should probably talk to her before we go taking her shopping at adult stores.”

  “You can tell her while you’re there.”

  “Yeah, because that’s the best time to make your intentions known.”

  Chapter Three:

  Sharing

  Morrigan stood in the bathroom the following morning trying to decide between a hot shower and a luxurious bath. The shower had glass doors and enough room for several people at once. The sunk-in tub stole her heart. There was a ledge around it for setting candles on while one pored over a magazine during a leisurely soak.

  She heard Mark’s voice from down the hall. “I really think this is a bad idea. You have the tact of a horny elephant in mating season. I should do the talking.”

  “Nonsense,” Jack countered. “I have the charisma of an apple.”

  “Yeah, okay, whatever that means.”

  The bathroom door opened and the pair walked in. Morrigan was grateful she wore her white bathrobe, but then became embarrassed that she was nude beneath it. “Do you need to get in here?”

  “Morrigan.”

  “Jack.”

  “Do you prefer chocolate or vanilla?”

  Mark snickered from behind him.

  Jack faced him. “What? This is me being a tactful elephant like you wanted.”

  “That’s not what I said. She probably thinks you’re talking about ice cream.”

  “You’re not?”

  Jack’s expression was one of unabashed debauchery. “Darling, we want to have sex with you. Just ask Mark. He had a wet dream about you last night.”

  Mark looked momentarily embarrassed, but then shrugged it off. “It’s true. You’re insanely hot and you’re driving me crazy.”

  Jack’s dark eyes housed a wealth of sin, but they still managed to convey tenderness at the same time. “I’ve been hurting since I first laid eyes on you.”

  “Dear god, why? Are you okay?”

  The men thought this was hilarious.

  “Sometimes when a man wants a woman bad enough his penis aches to the point of suffering.”

  Her face burned.

  “Sorry. There really isn’t any censoring with him,” Mark apologized.

  “That’s really sweet that you guys want me and god knows I think you both are two of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen, but what you’re feeling
isn’t real.”

  Jack stepped closer and guided her hand to the bulge in his jeans. “It feels pretty real to me.”

  Her lips parted at the enormous length and girth beneath her shaky palm. “It won’t last.”

  “Why not?” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

  “I want it too much. Bad things always happen whenever I’m happy.”

  “Okay, Charlie Brown,” Mark teased, “we’ll take our chances.”

  “No, it’s true. You’ll either end up dying, or waking up and realizing that you guys are nature’s butt monkeys.”

  Jack stepped backward and they looked baffled as hell. “What?”

  “Hey, if anyone is a butt monkey, it’s Quinn and Damon. We’re straight. Well, Jack might be, but I definitely am.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that. You guys are wolves, and nature is raping your minds into thinking you like me, but you don’t.”

  Jack rolled his eyes. “For god’s sake, doll, we’re not rape victims of nature. We want you, damn it.”

  Morrigan gasped when he pulled her into him and his mouth swooped down to cover hers. His mustache tickled her and his saliva was warm and erotic as he coaxed her trembling lips apart. His tongue gently traced her lips and slid past her teeth to play with hers. He tasted like the coffee she smelled brewing in the kitchen and spearmint, probably from his toothpaste or mouthwash. It was an intoxicating combination.

  She moaned when his palms slid down to cup the material covering her breasts. They tightened almost painfully beneath his indulgent touch. His wandering hands said he burned for her. His mouth said he wanted her. Devilishly handsome Jack wanted boring, heartbroken, little Morrigan.

  She pulled back before his hands could venture into the V of her robe to touch her chest. She had to stop this while she still had an ounce of sanity and willpower left to cling to. “We can’t.”

  “Why not?” He reached for the tie on her robe, but she lightly grabbed his hand to stop him.

  “It’s not fair to you guys. You’re both sexy as sin. You can have any woman you want.”

  “We want you,” said Mark.

  “Why? Look at me.”

  “We are.” Jack’s smile became suggestive as he guided her to the mirror. “Take a good, hard look at that breathtaking face.”

  “Oh, it’s breathtaking all right.” She snorted in disgust, yelping when he swatted her fanny.

  “I won’t stand for any insult directed at my mate. Say it. Say you’re beautiful.”

  “But I’m not. Ow!” Her eyes narrowed when he slapped her buns again. “I can say it, but I won’t believe it.”

  “Then you haven’t heard it enough,” Mark reasoned. “You need to hear it every day, because it’s true. You’re gorgeous, baby girl, and dead sexy.”

  Her heart and eyes welled with joy over the adorable pet name he called her by. “Thank you, both.”

  Jack kissed her neck and dipped his hands down into her robe to cup her tits. She sighed with contentment and pushed into his sizzling palms more.

  “Mine.” He growled against her skin as he massaged her bosom.

  Mark stepped forward and loosened the tie at her waist. “Ours.”

  The robe fell open, exposing her frontal nudity to them. She felt vulnerable and somehow beautiful in this moment simply because they wanted her so badly and seemed to think she hung the moon.

  Jack moved so Mark could push the robe down her shoulders. Their eyes devoured her nudity with obvious approval.

  Mark seemed in a hurry to strip. “We’re clean, you know. Lycans can’t get diseases, but we have papers if you want proof. Or if it makes you feel better we can wear condoms.”

  “I believe you, but I don’t really want to get pregnant.”

  Jack appeared to have all the answers. “Banshees can’t get pregnant.”

  “How did you know I was a banshee?”

  He froze before collecting himself. “The scent.”

  Mark looked at her in surprise. “You’re a banshee? I had no idea. How old are you?”

  “Centuries.”

  “Really? Me, too.”

  “If you don’t fuck her, Mark, I will,” Jack said impatiently.

  “Sorry.” Mark drew her near and kissed her gently, intimately.

  His kiss was every bit as stirring as Jack’s. Mark coaxed her surrender rather than demanded it like Jack, but both their methods undid her. His flaming shaft against her tummy had her feverish with lust for him.

  “Get in the shower, you two. I want to sit and watch your naked bodies covered in mist and steam while you writhe against each other.” Jack’s timbre sounded husky and sensual.

  They moaned at his naughty words as they carried out his command and stepped into the large shower together. Morrigan had jitters of nervousness and excitement in her tummy while she watched Mark turn on the water and adjust the temperature so it was nice and hot for them.

  Jack turned the fan on and threw down some towels on the floor to catch any flyaway drops of water while the glass door was left open. He wanted a bird’s-eye view of their lovemaking.

  A wall of steam rose up all around them as Mark stepped closer to her. “Are you nervous?”

  “A little. It’s been a long time.”

  “How long?”

  “I haven’t been with anyone since the twelfth century.”

  His eyes bugged out of his head. “Holy shit, why so long? Look at you. The guys should be lining up to do you.”

  “I’ve been a banshee for most of my existence. I wasn’t able to make myself visible to people for the longest time without bringing about their death.”

  “Wow, that sucks.”

  Jack cleared his throat. “Do I need to come in there and show you two idiots how to fuck?”

  Mark grinned. “I haven’t forgotten, but thanks.”

  Morrigan blushed when she saw Jack unzip his fly and pull out his cock. It was so long and wide it was bound to be painful stretching her, especially since she hadn’t been penetrated in so long by anyone or anything.

  Mark stood several inches taller than her, so he hoisted her up so her legs were wrapped around his hips and she was pinned against the slick wall. His erection was cradled snugly between their bodies and the sheer size and beauty of it impressed her when she summoned the courage to steal a glance at it.

  His mouth was smoldering as he treated her to another kiss, this one more primal and intense. They moaned in bliss over the other’s personal flavor, breaths quick and shallow as their wicked hands indulged in a torrid exploration of their partner’s body.

  His strong, chiseled physique awed her. The man looked flawless and ripped. She was in good shape herself, but his solid, masculine frame was enviable.

  Jack’s scintillating tone briefly breached the heady spell they were under, reminding them that they were putting on a provocative show for this aroused voyeur. “Touch his cock, Morrigan.”

  Her cunt dampened when she saw Jack’s erection pointing to high heaven from his lap. It was blushing like a juicy, red plum, betraying how ripe and ready for picking it was. She wanted to taste the fleshy meat and suck the juices clean out of it when she was done with Mark.

  She glided her palm slowly down his sculpted torso and teased his attentive organ with her fingertips. The way he lost his breath and let out a defeated whimper of passion was bewitching and sacred somehow. She worked the engorged appendage up and down in a slow, steady rhythm until he lost control and forced his cock into her vagina. They cried out in loud, desperate need, gaping at the deep connection they shared. Maybe it had merely been too long since she’d lain with a man, but this seemed to be more than just chemistry between them.

  His thrusts were hard and deep as he fucked her up against the wall. Morrigan thought she heard Jack curse softly in the background in between groaning, but she was panting too hard and Mark’s amorous sounds drowned out every other reality other than the truth of what he was doing to her. Nothing
else mattered at that moment. The only thing she knew was that he pounded into her and she never wanted him to stop.

  “Baby, I’m sorry. I can’t hold back,” he choked out. His eyes were still brown, but they were changing shape and becoming more beast-like. “Do you accept me as your mate?”

  The words jarred her like a smack upside the head. The powerful sense of déjà vu revealed the ghost behind the haunting. Mark Montego had to be an alias. This was Mark Askew, the young man who had taken her in his father’s stable on a rainy morning in the English countryside—one of the men who had stolen her heart back in her youth. That meant his brother Quinn was actually alive, too, though this was impossible.

  “Mark,” she breathed in disbelief.

  “Is that a yes?” He grunted with apparent strain at trying to hold his orgasm back.

  “Oh, my god.” She was in shock. It couldn’t be. Quinn died in the Crusades and she hadn’t seen Mark since she left England for the Holy Land. How was any of this even possible? Maybe she was going loco.

  “Morrigan, you’re killing me, yes or no?”

  Her eyes stung at the slim hope that she needed so desperately to cling to. She would give anything to see them again. Looking into his eyes now she knew it had to be him. He had a brother named Quinn and was a werewolf. If Quinn was likewise then there was no way it wasn’t them.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He stopped thrusting and looked to Jack for permission. When he nodded, Mark’s fangs dropped and clamped down on the junction of her neck and shoulder. The teeth were sharp and drew blood whilst evoking a whirlwind of agony that made her scream in blinding pain and then otherworldly pleasure as the bite induced an orgasm that shook her to the core. Her spasms milked his cock frantically until he yielded the seed she needed from him.

  She wept with joy when she started to read his mind and he hers. They were inheriting each other’s memories as well. It was him. Her Mark was alive and that meant Quinn was, too. She sobbed at the onslaught of the second climax, because the rapturous sensations were too intense and she had hope again. Maybe, just maybe, her life would return to the happy, carefree days of her youth.

  “Oh, Mark, I’m so sorry!” She wept while he was still latched onto her. “I should have let you claim me before. I wanted you to. I really did.”