Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society)

by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

  I’m ready to explode as Blaine’s hands run up and under my sweater, pulling it over my head as I raise my arms. He tosses it aside as his arms encircle my breasts, his lips covering the side of my neck and shoulder as Penton tugs on my hair, titling my head back when his teeth graze my chin. I can’t stop the whimper that leaves my lips when Penton’s hand swipes over my stomach, right above the waist band of my pants, and I grind into him, his teeth biting down and his hand tightens in my hair as his hips move up, matching my moves.

  Penton pulls me into his chest, covering my lips with his as Blaine’s arms leave me. Penton’s tongue dances with mine as I hear what sounds like an article of clothing hitting the seat beside me. Then I’m pulled back into Blaine’s now bare chest; his hands running up my sides and pulling my bra free from my chest, and then covering my breasts with his calloused hands. His teeth meet the crux of my neck and his fingers pinch my already throbbing nipples when Penton unbuttons my jeans and slips his hand in, causing my breath to catch in my throat from his cool fingers.

  I close my eyes to the sensation of his fingers running over my needy flesh, pinching my clit and sending involuntary tremors through my body as he repeats the pressure and then runs his fingers back, just teasing my entrance. His hand leaves my hair, his fingers gripping my chin, and I force my eyes open against the pleasure he’s withholding from me, his finger only running around my entrance and back up to rub into my clit. His stare commands me to listen, and I force my eyes to stay open against the pull to throw my head back and moan at both men’s attention.

  “I will have my night with you, but tonight, Blaine and I will make it about you.” The slight growl in his voice seems to roll over my skin and sink into my core as I look into his eyes, seeing the mischievous glint. I nod and he smirks. “Is that okay with you, Blaine?”

  “More than okay,” he says with his lips on the middle of my back, and I can hear the slight chuckle in his tone, making me wonder if I’ve gotten in over my head.

  Penton gives me a wicked smile, pulling my lips to his, and I don’t hesitate to open for him. I wrap my arms around his neck as his finger finally delves into my entrance, my walls squeezing him as I fight the urge to climax at the simple touch.

  In a flash, I’m ripped from his arms and flipped over, my back resting on the top of his thighs now as Blaine tugs my pants and underwear off quickly. I can’t help but pant as Blaine kisses the inside of my thighs, his slight facial hair scratching the sensitive flesh and bringing my nerves to life; my flames threatening to burst out onto my skin. Penton’s hands roam my bare chest, his fingers tweaking my nipples, and I arch up into his touch, my moan of pleasure as Blaine’s tongue circles my clit being anything but silent and my head falls back against Penton’s still enclosed cock.

  I reach back, sliding down the zipper of his jeans and try to withhold the gasp that fills me as his massive erection springs free. Thank the Lord, I think to myself, thanking whatever superior being blessed me with two mates who are very well endowed. I lean over and wrap my lips around the base of his cock, feeling the tingle from his skin on mine as I run my tongue along the smooth, engorged skin. Penton groans as Blaine’s fingers enter and leave me, teasing my restraint in giving into the sensations running through me as his mouth teases my sensitive mound ruthlessly. I feel Penton’s hand run through my hair, brushing it from the side of my face and I moan into his skin.

  He pulls my head up so that I run my tongue along his length as Blaine’s fingers quit their assault, being replaced by his mouth. I don’t hold in the mewing and moaning that comes with his attention, his arms wrapping around the underside of my thighs, holding me up to him so that he can do as he pleases. I decide to dare and look at Blaine, and immediately regret it; the sight of his glowing eyes looking directly at me as his mouth moves between my thighs is enough to finish me off and the wave of pleasure explodes from my core, shaking my limbs as I arch into him and scream. His arms hold me tighter to him as his mouth moves, joined by his fingers rubbing at my clit, drawing out the pleasure as the tremors run through me.

  “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I hear Penton whisper harshly, and I open my eyes to see him staring down at me, his chest heaving in and out as I read the lust and desire in his eyes.

  “Oh, you haven’t seen nothin’ yet.” Blaine chuckles, dropping my languid body onto the cool leather seat, and I feel him kneel beside my leg. Before I can protest, I’ve been flipped over, again, and propped up on my knees with my bare ass high in the air facing Blaine. My skin heats again, knowing what he has in mind and I look back up to Penton, seeing him readjusting himself to lean his back on the door.

  I still can’t talk; the pleasure induced scream Blaine sent me into taking my voice and my throat throbs, so all I do is purr while running my hand lightly over Penton’s exposed stomach and cock; encircling it with just my thumb and index finger and dragging them up slowly as he groans, twitching under my touch. I settle my arms on either side of his hips and watch as the lust explodes in his eyes.

  I feel the heavy belt buckle from Blaine’s jeans brush my foot as it falls to the carpet of the Landrover, and his hands on my hips set my skin on fire. He caresses my bare backside, his knees separating my legs even more as I tease Penton’s cock with my tongue. The slightly cooler temperature of the metal in Blaine’s dydoe piercings makes my core tingle every time, and as he positions himself I look back over my shoulder at him, biting my lip with need.

  “No, no, no, Kitten,” he chides, putting his hand on top of my head and turning me to face Penton. “Show him what I know you can do,” he says and I hear the desire deep within; knowing he would rather have it be him underneath me, but I know he’s just as happy behind me.

  Penton’s hands wrap into my hair, each of his palms cupping a cheek as he lowers my head back down to pay attention to his throbbing erection. As my lips open just enough to take in the head, I feel Blaine slowly push into me, and I moan, turning it into a purr as Penton pushes me down a little further with Blaine matching his speed. I want to please each of them more than anything right now and as Blaine fills me to the hilt, his perfectly placed piercing hitting every possible sweet spot there is within me, I take all of Penton into my mouth, hearing his slight gasp of astonishment as I relax my throat and he slips in.

  “Perfect, right?” Blaine laughs lightly, pulling out slowly.

  “Perfect,” Penton echoes, tightening his grip in my hair and pulling me up as I swirl my tongue around his shaft. Right before I reach the head, he pushes me back down as Blaine thrusts into me, causing the tendrils of pleasure to grow tenfold and shoot out through my limbs, bringing my flames to life before I can control them.

  “No, no,” Penton coos, pulling my head back up and sweeping one of his hands from my hair and over my cheek, calming me and making me focus back on the feelings they are invoking, instead of my flames. I can feel the heat dissipate over my skin, replaced by a thin sheet of sweat as Blaine picks up his pace, his fingers gripping into my ass and the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the interior of our dark vehicle. “There we go. Control the flames and let them fuel your pleasure,” Penton whispers, pushing me back down, and I hungrily obey.

  I do as he says, focusing in on my flames and urge them to fuel other sensations in me. I can sense the change when their color switches from the normal bright orange to a deep red. My breathing picks up as if I’m in heat, my leopard kicking in and sending a body vibrating purr throughout my entire body, causing both of my men to groan and speed up even more. The sensations from the contact roll over me, my core clenching Blaine’s cock tight as he thrusts in and out of me, white stars edging my vision as the ecstasy starts to take over.

  I feel Blaine’s fingers dig into my hips again, no doubt leaving scratch marks as my climax finds me, crashing down on me, my walls squeezing down around Blaine as his growl fills the cab, burying himself deep within me and spilling his essence, and I can tell Penton is close, his hands
slightly trembling as they hold my hair and keep the rhythm he wants. Another wave of ecstasy hits me as my muscles milk Blaine, and Penton pushes my head down, holding me still as he groans in pleasure and his cock pulses, filling my mouth with every pump as I swallow it all.

  I ride the second wave with both men; Blaine still slowly thrusting in and out as Penton pulls and pushes my head up and down his still throbbing shaft. I’m completely in nirvana right now, my body is floating, not just feeling their fingers on me as they shift around and put the back of the seat down, but I feel the way they need me. Not just needing me now, or thirty seconds ago, and not just the need to fuck; I feel the way they need to be with me forever.

  They need me, and whether or not I really want to admit it out loud yet, I need them. In the short time Blaine and I have been together, and the even shorter time that Penton has been with us, I know they are my future. Hell, they are my here and now, and as I watch them try and stretch blankets out over the leather seat I can’t help but laugh. Two nearly fully naked men with their asses in the air trying to tuck a blankets corner down—it’s quite a sight.

  “Stop giggling like a school girl and get your fine little ass over here,” Blaine growls, grabbing hold of my wrist and pulling me toward them.

  “Did you enjoy the view?” Penton asks as I settle between them, and we all laugh, the sounds of their deep, hearty ones making my heart swell and tears come to my eyes.

  “I enjoyed the view very much so.” I smile, leaning over and capturing his lips, slowly kissing him and delving my tongue in, pulling his face to mine as his body presses flush to my front. My hands float down his neck and over his shoulder, my fingers tapping on his ribs and finally land on his hips, noticing that he is totally naked. “Mmmmm,” I mumble my contentment as he releases me, kissing the tip of my nose with a grin.

  “Hey, give me some of that,” Blaine says, gripping my chin and turning my head as he leans over my shoulder, not wasting any time as his tongue hits my lips first, swiping over them and delving in, all before his lips meet mine. I feel his wolf’s growl roll through him before he releases me, the mischievous smirk on his lips before he kisses me once more, making me giggle. He bites lightly on my ear lobe as he releases my chin, and I smack playfully at him as Penton chuckles.

  “Sleep,” I say, and both of them groan, but eventually settle in and stop trying to grope me, which I’m not complaining about. Blaine spoons into my backside, tucking his face into my hair with his nose just behind my ear and his arm draped across my chest, covering my breasts.

  “Sleep,” he groans, kissing the spot just behind my ear. “Merry Christmas.”

  “Merry Christmas,” I reply, bringing his hand from my breasts and kissing it before letting it fall back into place.

  “Sleep,” Penton mumbles, his nose against mine with his lips just a whisper from mine. His fingers dig into my butt cheek and coax my leg over his hip, entangling us so that my core is resting against his upper thigh. I run my fingers over his jaw line as my eyes try to fight the sleep. He smiles at me when I yawn and he lifts my hand from his face, kissing my palm. “Sleep, sweet Kitten. Merry Christmas.”

  “Sleep, sweet Elf. Merry Christmas,” I mumble, seeing the wide grin on his face right before my heavy eyelids slide shut.

  I can’t help but feel safe right now, snuggled between these two men. My mates. My future.

  My home.

  ~~~~

  December 26, 2016

  Blaine

  “Psssssst.” The sound in my ear scares me awake and the sun burns my eyes as I try to blink away the tears blurring my vision. “Pssssst.” I hear it again and am about to tell Row to knock it off and go back to sleep when my vision finally clears and I see her lying in my arms, completely still; sound asleep.

  “Over here, big boy,” a slight whisper finds me and I whip my head around, scanning the quiet interior of the Landrover, seeing no one but Row and I; not even Penton. As I’m looking out the back window, yawning wide and scratching my head, thinking to myself that I am going crazy, I hear, “Right here, big boy. Open your eyes.”

  A light breeze touches my cheek, causing goose-bumps to spring to life all over my body and I jerk back around, facing a ghostly looking, scantily clad woman sitting directly in front of me and only inches from the still sleeping Rowena. I go into full protector mode without thought, baring my teeth as my fingers grow in length and sport claws. Dark hair sprouts up all over my body as I try to cover Row’s body to keep her from being harmed and a low, bone grinding growl rumbles through my chest and throat.

  “Calm down, doggie,” the woman laughs, flashing her dark eyes in my direction while her perfectly white, pointed teeth reflect the sunlight as she smiles. What the hell is she? I think to myself and my wolf recoils from her scent; the strong, pungent musk making me want to cough and gag. She laughs again and leans forward, dragging her long, painted red nail along Rowena’s forearm and on the inside I’m screaming for my mate to wake up, but she doesn’t; she just lays there as this thing touches her, stopping her path on Row’s hip.

  “She is beautiful,” the woman whispers, looking up at me and her black eyes drag me in, pulling at something within me. All the anger of my neglected childhood and troubled teenage years comes spilling forth and I’m the angry Berserker I was before I found Rowena. As this apparition giggles like a school girl, batting her eyes at me and looking back down on my sleeping mate, I have the sudden urge to hurt someone, bad. My parents abandonment, my shitty school years, the numerous hated foster homes, and finally my turn into being a Berserker when I took my first human life; they all roll into one and a loud howl rips through my body. My head goes back and the windows of the SUV shake with the force of it. As I come back, my breathing heavy and my heart pumping, I notice the woman is now lying beside my mate, stroking her hair and face.

  “You can have her all to yourself, you know?” She whispers, leaning in to kiss Rowena on the forehead with her ruby red lips. Her long eyelashes flutter against Row’s rosy cheeks as she kisses her again and even as my wolf growls and fights, telling me to push this thing away from my mate, but my body can’t help but respond and the blood rushes to my groin. I’m rock hard in less than a second and my erection bumps into Rowena’s thigh as I shift; finally forcing my body to react, I push the woman away.

  “Oh you stupid mongrel,” she cackles, pushing the long dark hair that had covered her face from the force of me pushing her away back from her eyes as she gets up on her knees. Her barely covered body is on full display, the thin black and red material crisscrossing in thin straps across her chest and I find myself lost in looking at her; her school girl like giggle bringing me to. I shake my head, trying to clear the angry fog that has settled. “Are you happy with sharing your mate? Did last night’s tryst satisfy your need?”

  Her black eyes lock onto mine again as I sit up, and scenes from last night roll through my head, making my body yearn for my mate even more. Hearing her moans as I buried my face between her thighs, tasting everything she had to give me and then taking her from behind, feeling my cock and it’s perfectly placed piercing stroking every spot that drives her wild. Hell yeah, I am definitely pleased with what went down.

  “But you forget, doggie,” the woman laughs, inches from my face in a flash and running her long nails over my stubble filled cheek, making me shiver. There is something about this thing that makes me want to throw up, but at the same time she pulls at the dark side of me that I have tried to bury ever since meeting Rowena.

  She smiles wickedly again and sighs heavily, leaning down with her cheek against Row’s and her lips only a whisper from the sheet covering my dick. “There was a third party enjoying this sweet thing last night, and there will come a day, it might be today, when she wants him, alone, leaving you out in the cold.”

  My wolf snarls, and I bare my teeth at this thing as she sweeps the hair from Row’s face, kissing her lightly, again and again. Rowena will never leave me; she
is my mate, my one and only.

  “But you’re not her one and only. Penton will always have a piece of her if you let him,” she laughs, and I jump when her fingers graze my engorged cock under the sheet. I grab the woman’s wrist and pull her to me as she smiles, a feeling of disgust rolling through me as my wolf howls in pain at her touch and I throw her back, fighting the dark thoughts trying to fill my head.

  “All you have to do is get rid of him. One quick swipe with the blade of his sword and he will be gone. Then Rowena can be all yours.” The woman bares her pointed, perfectly white teeth to me again as she crawls back over the leather seat toward me.

  The dark, evil thoughts about killing Penton are warring with the ones I know are right in my mind and heart, and I feel as if I might pass out; my breathing heavy and erratic as I lean back against the door. I can’t kill him. Rowena needs him, and, in turn, I need him, but the thought and sight of him touching, tasting, and fucking my mate makes my blood boil. My wolf is growling and pacing, telling me to calm down and get rid of this wicked woman, and I let another howl roll through my body, my hands slamming down on either side of my hips into the door, forcing the sheet away from body.

  I need to get this bitch out of the car, and I need to wake Rowena up. We need to get moving. Focusing back in on the here and now, I force my eyes back to the woman and am shocked to see her on her hands and knees, leaning over Row with her face only inches from my cock, her eyes displaying a hungry look.

  “If you kill Penton, my Master would be happy to reward you. I could be your prize,” she purrs, reaching her pale skinned hand toward my dick, and I recoil, bringing the back of my hand across her cheek. As her back hits to opposite door, her laugh makes the SUV shake and I cover Rowena’s still body, in case of a retaliation. “You fool. You will not defeat him.”