by Talyn Scott
Ciaran licked her slowly. He shaped and smoothed the sheer fabric to her feminine folds. It molded to create an antagonizing barrier that she wanted him to breach. “Run your teeth through them,” she pleaded. “You can afford more.”
He tugged at the red pubic hair barely escaping the sides of the elastic. “This is sexy, lass. Incredibly sexy,” he said softly. Catching some hair in his teeth, he gave it a wicked yank. The jolt went right to her womb before it traveled to her nipples. They hardened in her bra where she rubbed them with her fingertips. “I think we’ll keep this pair,” he was undeterred and evidently wouldn’t be rushed. He rubbed his nose through the center. “I want to smell this throughout the day…taste it all night.”
“She’s sweet on the tongue.” Blade watched them with a blistering passion that shocked her. So you like to watch. His hand was pumping up and down with a brutal force she would’ve never taken with a male’s penis.
“Nature’s honey,” Ciaran agreed. His breath hot and his mouth wicked; he coaxed her with his expertise. Encouraging her to grind down on his face when her hips swayed to the pleasure, he pushed up with his nose, circling his tongue until she neared her release. Then he brought his head around to trail kisses across her hip.
And he stopped.
Rebecca groaned her frustration. “No…don’t pull that shit with me.” She aimed for his hair, trying to bring Ciaran back.
The bridle came into view.
Blade hummed a raucous growl, catching his lip with a canine. “She’s getting feisty…oh…I love an unruly mate in need of strict discipline.” Pinching the end of his cock, it nearly blackened before he released it.
She ignored everything Blade said but centered on what he did instead. “That stops you from coming?” She had to try pinching herself.
Blade gripped the root of his sex, stilling his hand. “Oh, no you won’t.” It was a sensual warning.
Ciaran broke the harness from the leather reins, destroying a perfectly useful bridle. “Go to Blade and place your hands on his knees.” Blade was sitting on a cleared area of floor with his back against the wall. She was still panting, feeling the emptiness in her vagina and the quickening of her womb. She needed fast, harsh fucking, not games. She lowered her body and placed both hands on his knees.
Ciaran briefly lifted her and placed a fresh horse blanket under her knees, padding for her comfort. “Part your knees wide…a little more.” With deliberate slowness, Ciaran brought the leather strips in front of her face, gliding them over her throat gently. Biting her ear, he asked, “Feel soft?”
“Yes,” Rebecca said uneasily.
Handing one end to Blade, Ciaran held the other. In unison, they slid the reins over her pussy. Brushing the wet panties against her engorged sex, back and forth they went. Moving until she quivered again and tried to tighten her thighs around the tiny strip. “More please.”
“Lick the end of Blade’s cock and you’ll get more.”
Rebecca loved compromises as tasty as Blade. She twirled her tongue over the end and lapped at his small slit. A sudden flick hit her sex. The leather bit against her needy flesh, hitting her clit. “Ow!” She cried out with the slight sting, and then it settled. Another two flicks in a row made her nerve endings crackle. She threw her head back and thought she would explode from the strange pleasure. Ciaran gently, but firmly, pushed her mouth back on Blade. A tear and her panties were toast.
“Just suck the end,” Blade encouraged her. “I’ll do the rest.” With a face of stone, his hand was a blur on his hardened shaft, friction that could start a fire. I want that in me.
Ciaran hit each cheek, flicking the reins across her naked butt. As he hit lower, she grew slicker, nearly dripping. “Oh…I really need it.” Rebecca begged. One last lash on her behind and his cock poised at her entrance. Teasing her with relentless circles, he groaned. “You are sopping wet for us, Rebecca; finish Blade off while I watch.” He pushed the tip in and stopped. “Work him if you want me, my queen. Suck…that’s it…suck…watch him tense…suck. Oh, and now you have him handling his own balls in desperation.” It was true. Blade had torn into his pants and kneading his sack with his free hand. She drew harder on his flesh while admiring how his knuckles strained as he fondled himself ardently.
She felt overwhelming relief when Ciaran invaded her. To the top, he went right where she needed it. He angled to the side and owned everything he touched and more. His arms curled around her middle to support her weakening thighs. She relaxed with him, accepting that she weighed nothing to a male Ciaran’s size. She would never be able to say no to this, to them. And a pierced penis was a wicked indulgence, gently scraping, rolling over her walls. Rebecca sensed one after the other, he had fifteen…she’d counted.
Tasting the salty thickness of Blade’s pre-come on her tongue, she upped her efforts. He was strikingly handsome. Any female would love to watch Blade come for her. And the power she felt in his pleasure urged her to satisfy him well. I already love him. Together they moved faster as Ciaran brought them closer. The static power of the Alpha enhanced their sensations, heightening their satisfaction. Ciaran’s muffled growl vibrated against her ear. “I love how your wee cheeks hollow when you pull his cock.” With her mouth in time to Ciaran’s thrusts, she watched Blade’s eyes snap open and fixate on hers. Then, they closed and he shot in her throat without warning.
She followed after Blade. Ciaran’s harsh panting was at her throat. His thighs tensed with his build up before he let go. Filling her with his seed while tightening on her with an unbreakable hold, his arms closed around her as if his life depended on it. Maybe it does.
He pulled out of her, and Blade brought Rebecca atop his chest. Sinking down, they lay in silence for a few minutes, both males cradling her between them. She rested her head against Blade’s heartbeat, dozing to a half-dream state.
“Are you okay?” Blade asked. Pushing sweaty hair from her face, he kissed the top of her head.
“Fine… you?” She closed her eyes, wishing for the bed and the night hadn’t started.
“Oh, I’m just dandy,” he chuckled.
She was half-dressed but all they had to do was zip their pants. She exhaled on a weak laugh.
“What amuses you so?” Ciaran rubbed her ass, circling his warm palms over her. Soothing the tired muscles he’d personally exerted.
“I need a zipper that doesn’t stop, but follows my seam to the back. Then,” she stopped and yawned, “I can close shop as quickly as you two.”
“I bought you many dresses. They would be easier for our afternoon play dates.” He reached for her discarded pants, snapped them out and dressed her. “It seems the panties were a loss after all.”
When Ciaran zipped her up, she nearly grew horny again. Who wouldn’t? His looks were off the charts stellar. And even though, until recently, he’d been an ogre to her, she always found his physicality incredibly sigh-worthy.
“Are you trying to tempt me for round two? Your eyes are eating me alive, sweeting. It wouldn’t take but a kiss to harden me to steel.” His eyes promised things a girl under thirty should never know.
“I suppose I don’t have your stamina,” she conceded, fighting another yawn.
He tilted his head toward Blade as if looking for some confirmation. Blade shook his head no. “Lass, we have every reason in the world to think your sister-n-law has been taken by the vampires.” He shushed her when she began questioning. “You know I have my ways. Well, they have means of ruining my life by taking away what I hold dear.” He tightened his hold around her, rubbing his chin over her hair. “That’s you, by the way. Although I feel a favorable outcome is on the horizon for Tatum, the vampires are too close to us…to you. Though I’m still ashamed of the related circumstances of what I’ve done compared to what they’ve done, I know that no motives the vampires hold are worthy of capturing your brother’s mate.”
“Stop with the guilt,” she snapped. “Tell me about Tatum.”
“I await confirmation that she’s returned to the pack.” His eyes were cold. “Everyone has a reason to think ill of Maestru. I will not ally with him until he rights this wrong. In consideration of that, your guard will be seen and heard from here forward.”
Rebecca was so concerned about Bren and Tatum that the rest of Ciaran’s words took a moment to register. “You’re putting more than a shadow on me?” Her voice raised an octave. “Again?”
“Slow down, Becca,” Blade’s voice held firm. “The matter has been settled.”
“Not with me,” she struggled to compose herself. “I have freedom I haven’t had for weeks. All the guards stay out of my hair now, and I don’t want one stepping on my heels again.”
They all stood. “Understandably, you’re apprehensive from a prior situation you’re no longer in. But that’s changed.”
Rebecca caught her words. She wouldn’t be undone by the threat of vampires; just as she wouldn’t show Ciaran any more anger towards something she promised forgiveness. Smoothing her features and clearing the frustration out of her throat, she asked who it was.
“The Beta,” Blade admitted.
She gaped, waiting for Ciaran to correct him. That correction never came. So he went from a part time prison guard… who then eats my pussy in front of many…to being my bodyguard. She stared at Blade. “I doubt Rock ever ate out Tatum.” And she was sorry the moment that she said it.
Blade blinked but didn’t back down. And even though his fists clenched as if they were strangling the life out of someone, he pronounced Afanas innocent. “That was one of the worst nights of my life, baby. And if we were back on the island, it still would’ve happened…in a quite a different way. That’s for sure. However, Afanas remains blameless for standing on ceremony - one that initially saved your life.” He narrowed his electric blues appearing every bit the dark warrior who stood next to him. “When your safety is involved, I will not back down.”
Ciaran looked as though he hated himself anew. “And if someone cares deeply about you, my queen, they’ll readily die for you.” Meaning Afanas had the hots for her.
“Fine,” she said, forcing a smile. “Although I think it’s strange to demote a Beta to a queen’s guard, and I feel ashamed for tearing one away from his true duties to the pack; I won’t kick my heels up.” She shrugged. “But I will get nasty if I’m not fed soon.”
“Baby, I’m going to feed you.” Blade picked Rebecca up, cuddling her against his chest, and the three headed towards the dining hall together.
A quiet step entered the stables behind them. An eager creature fueled by jealousy sought to satisfy its curiosity. A connection it wondered if it should hold. Did it have a right to? The knowledge was there. The warning was there. The markings were there.
But a sexual spark spread further than any discouragement could. And that’s when it was certain that it had to claim her. She belonged to it only.
“She’s mine,” it hissed quietly, “not yours.”
Bending down, it inhaled a shiny saddle. Laden with aromatic scents that spoke of a lusty encounter, it licked the saddle horn. Savoring the taste of leather, metal, and her, it rubbed its face chin to brow. She would mark its skin, too. Following the trail, it scented something stronger. A coupling that involved moist leather straps it brought to its nose before running them over its tongue.
Inhaling deeply, its sex thickened as its jealousy increased. Desirous of seeing her beneath it and writhing in pleasure only it afforded, it brought underlings the color of snow to its face before pushing them to its sex and marking them the way it knew a male marked its female.
“Have you any idea, Queen, how soon our time draws nigh?”
24
“Could you try and not stare at my female in that particular way.” Ciaran spoke to Afanas. “All working limbs are required. I would hate if my beast were to tear them from their sockets when I need you to fight.”
As if Afanas knew it was a waste of his time staring at Rebecca, as well as a risk to his life, he turned his back to her. “Do you feel we can manage an attack under this full moon?”
Ciaran stared at the stars. “Unfortunately, there’s no one else mating besides the queen. What better way to divert a werewolf’s aggression than fighting to the death, or to whet its appetite hunting an imprisoned female of its kind. And as we’re under the best lunar pull I’ve seen in decades, we’re at our most powerful.”
“When we save the females, will they be held for rights to mate?”
“Never,” Ciaran scoffed at his Beta. “They will choose the life they lead after I’m certain they are physically and mentally fit.”
Afanas didn’t hide his anger and said, “Even if they wanted to leave our miasma and reenter the human world?”
“Especially then, I want their happiness, but I cannot release feral females. We’ll see.”
“With as few females as we have, Alpha, is that decision so wise?”
Ciaran reminded himself that Afanas was new to his position. At that, he decided not to remove his head. “It matters not, Beta.” He strove for patience. “They’ve been imprisoned, and they will choose the way of their lives. Even if they are living outside of the pack, I will not declare them rogue. My word is final with this. There is no gauntlet to be had, no challenge to be met. Are you reading me?”
Afanas looked less than impressed. “We save them from the Habaline Shifters. Send them out if they desire it so and sit on our thumbs when the same assholes swoop in and recapture them.”
Ciaran said sarcastically, “Not if we kill the bad guys first.” The Alpha emitted a very wolf-like noise. “Am I dead yet?”
“No,” Afanas backed up.
“As I recall the law, that means I am still Alpha.”
“Yes, you are.”
“It does not matter that we have been friends for centuries; it is not a wise move to be a smartass under my rule.”
He dared to ask, “Why did you choose me as Rebecca’s personal guard when you knew I harbored deep feelings for her?”
“Ah, there it is rearing its ugly head. What better protection is there than someone who cares too much?”
And by that, Afanas shook his head in a mute declaration.
“You are annoying me. Perhaps you should skip the meal and run ahead. Your hackles are up, and I would hate to teach you a lesson in front of all. This is my first full moon as Alpha and also my wedding night.” Cocking his head, Ciaran listened as the forest was awakening with nocturnal creatures fraught with anticipation. Ciaran was one of them. He knew, and his mates knew, that this night would unite them for eternity. And the Beta wouldn’t ruin it for the three. “I will summon you before I head out with my troops.”
“As you deem it so, it is already done.” Afanas stalked away into the night.
Ciaran took a plate from a nearby table. The feast was sumptuous. Carved meats, boiled eggs, grilled fish and Rebecca’s favorite gingerbread centered a spread he hadn’t the time to admire. Grabbing a few items, he thanked those serving and closed the distance between his mates.
“Don’t be scared, Becca.” Lying on a blanket scattered across the grass, Blade and Rebecca were stargazing with their heads pressed together.
“How can I not be? What those creatures have done…it’s the vilest form of rape.”
“We both know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
Silence.
“I have better control of my werewolf now. Ciaran helped me out in that department. I’m good to keep it at mid-trans tonight even if we run.”
Ciaran sat down slowly, placing a plate of food near her head before curling his body around hers. “You’re resting on my tartan.”
“He, who wears jeans, is littered in ink and very interesting pierci
ngs owns a tartan?” Rebecca scoffed, waving her hand in the air. “This is some old blanket I picked out of your closet.”
“Our closet,” Blade amended, reaching for a turkey leg from Ciaran’s plate. “Bite it, baby.” He dangled a piece of turkey over her lips while wagging his tawny eyebrows. She opened her mouth and he pushed the smoky meat through, rolling his thumb over her tongue.
“That’s heaven,” she groaned, as Ciaran licked his mark on her shoulder.
“Me, lass,” he inquired while venturing down her breastbone, “or the food?”
“Wait a minute.” She gripped his black silky hair, loving the way the strands wrapped her fingers. “How many women have you taken on this plaid?”
“Tonight will be the first.” Pushing her neckline to the side, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and suckled. Drawing her breast to the back of his throat, he shook it in his mouth. His free hand was clenching and unclenching on her other breast. She trembled when canines scraped her nipple, teasing the hard point. Widening her eyes when Blade cupped her sex, she noted two yellow eyes positioned high in a far tree.
Not human.
Not werewolf.
Not animal.
Already in tune to her, Ciaran asked, “What is it, Rebecca? What disturbs you so?”
They were gone. At an attempt to process what she saw, she dismissed it as an owl. “I’m paranoid. You have this place locked down with wards…I’m just skittish tonight.”
“You’re safe with us, baby. But if you don’t feel that you are, you need to talk about it.” Blade brought his palm to cup her cheek. “You saw something.”
“I think it was an owl.”
“There’s no thinking, baby. You know.” He moved his hand down, massaging the tension from her nape. “You’re born of a Were beast’s blood and have its power of inherent discernment. What did you see?”
She grew cold. “Eyes that didn’t belong to anything I know.”