His white-blue eyes lock onto mine and his hands travel up my legs, under my night shirt to my hips and stomach for only a second, then back out and over my shirt and up to my neck, cupping both of my cheeks while his thumb rolls over my bottom lip. His touch sets me on fire and I don’t keep my flames at bay; letting them out and over my entire body and I feel Penton tense below me.
“Of course I’m real, Kitten. Why wouldn’t I be?” He laughs, sitting up with me still straddling his lap and coming within a whisper of my face, his dark hair soaked from the snow. His thumb rubs over my bottom lips again and I let the sensation travel down to my core, not holding in the wanton moan that drives me to grind down into his lap. His hands tighten around my face, forcing me to open my eyes and look at him.
“You left me,” I whisper, spotting the scar just over his left peck muscle and rubbing the tips of my fingers over it, feeling him shiver. He nods, grabbing my fingers and bringing them to his lips, kissing each one slowly before kissing my palm and placing it over his heart.
“I did, and you left me once. But as I said before, we are meant to be together and, well, I just couldn’t stay away.” He laughs, pulling me into him and covering my lips as I sink into his arms.
I think my heart might burst from all of the sensations warring within me right now, and when Penton’s tongue sweeps out and over my bottom lip, I moan and lean into him more, grinding down onto his lap and feeling his already hard cock brush demandingly against my panties. His lips move to my neck and down to my chest as he rolls his hips up into me, hitting my clit and sending tremors throughout my legs making me moan loudly into the quiet night air.
“Come on, Kitten, let’s get out of this cold,” he murmurs in my ear, and before I can reply, or even form the words in my head, I’m up in his arms and being carried over the snow toward the cabin. He smiles down at me, capturing my lips only for a second before tucking my face into his shoulder.
“What about Blaine? I need to call him and have him come home!” I gasp, reaching for the cell phone that is always in Blaine’s jacket pocket and Penton’s laugh fills the air, swirling in the wind with the snow and I look up to him; joy, confusion, and lust mixing in my head for my mate. Blaine will be out in the woods with the Pack hunting by now, and he needs to know that Penton is home.
“Trust me, Kitten, he will be home in only a minute or two.” He winks, kissing my forehead as he jogs up the steps of the back porch, pulling the door shut and setting me on the hardwood floor. His naked body is even paler in the meek firelight from the living room and the lone lamp on in the kitchen, but as he turns to me after locking the door, his smile lights up the room and my heart, washing away every ounce of sadness and despair that had called my soul home over the last weeks. He cups my cheek as a serious look creases his brow and he pulls me up and into him, pressing his naked front against my thin nightshirt as I shrug the jacket off.
“I know what you had planned to do to yourself tonight,” he says, his voice harsh and filled with disgust, and shame fills my being instantly. I try to drop my gaze from his, but he holds my chin, making me look him in the eye as tears start to fill mine. “You will need to tell Blaine when he arrives before we can move forward.” He nods toward the door just as an earth shattering howl comes from across the road.
“But…?!” I try to protest, but he throws his hand up and I know he’s right. My plan to end my life and leave Blaine to live without me was a stupid one and he deserves to know. It just ruins the happy mood of having Penton back, and I have to kick myself for ever thinking it. My heart was filled with such despair that I didn’t see another way.
“There is always something better than death by your own hand,” he whispers against my cheek before turning me around to face the door just as a large black Berserker wolf leaps onto the porch, his hazel eyes glowing in through the window.
Watching the magic pulse around Blaine as he changes back to human form while crossing the threshold is amazing and as his eyes meet mine then move over my head to Penton, the smile that crosses his handsome face makes my heart leap. He makes it to us in less than three strides, wrapping his arms around the both of us and sandwiching me in the middle as he laughs.
“Fuck, Brother, I am so fucking glad you’re here. When I caught your scent on the wind, I thought I had finally lost my fucking mind with the depression and guilt, but God damn is it good to see you for real.” He smiles and slaps Penton on the shoulders as Penton reciprocates, telling him he’s happy to see him too and that he is crazy, just not about this, making both men laugh.
Blaine pulls Penton into another hug, squishing me in between before leaning down and capturing my lips as I’m pressed up against Penton’s front. I can feel that his wolf is still raging through him as his lips and tongue dance hungrily with mine, stealing my breath, and I lean into him, giving into the weeks of ignored desire I’ve denied us both of. The only thing that stops me from ripping his clothes off are Penton’s hands running up my sides and to my neck, pulling my face from Blaine’s to stare at his as he looks down.
“Brother, our Kitten has something she’d like to tell you,” he adds, leaning down and placing his lips lightly on mine, darting his tongue out and licking them before licking his own in a satisfied manner that is hot as hell. I feel the heat build between my legs and my panties are beyond soaked, wanting my mates now, but Penton redirects my attention to the waiting Blaine and I clear my throat, dreading his reaction to my plan that I had for earlier tonight.
“Blaine,” I start, but looking in his eyes is too much and I have to look at his feet, afraid of ruining this moment the three of us are sharing. “I lied to you earlier. I sent you to the Pack gathering, because I planned on killing myself while you were gone. I took your switch blade from the Jeep when you were sleeping, and I was gonna slit my wrists in the tub. I didn’t see any other way out of it.” I finally look up to him and see the anger, disappointment, and sorrow in his hazel eyes that are boring into me, making me feel small and insignificant. My heart leaps up into my throat when he issues an angry growl, his eyes flashing from glowing back to normal as his fists clench at his sides.
“Please, I am sorry. I thought you would be better off without me,” I plead, grabbing onto his massive forearms, trying to cling to him as he backs away, but he shakes me free and I fall to my knees on the hardwood, wincing from the pain, but not taking my eyes from him. He runs his hands back through his short, black hair and issues a frustrated yell, turning on me with his chest heaving in and out.
“Better off without you? How the fuck did you think that would be better? I had already killed off a part of me.” He waves his hand over my head toward Penton and the wave of regret fills me, making tears burst from my eyes and a sob from my chest that I can’t control. “How did you think losing you, too, would help me? You’re my fucking world; my fucking everything! If you were to kill yourself you might as well take me with you, ‘cuz there is no living without you.”
He steps up to me as I stay kneeling on the floor and he cups my cheek, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over my skin, bringing to life every nerve in my body, and I lean into his touch, my leopard purring loudly, hoping for his forgiveness. “The three of us, that’s my world, and I thought I had ruined that. Losing you would have made me crazy…well, crazier than I already am.” He smiles, and Penton laughs lightly behind me, lightening my heart, and I lean into B’s touch again, running my nose along his palm.
“I am so sorry for lying,” I whisper into his palm, and then run my tongue along the lines and over his wrist, smiling at the low groan that rumbles through his throat when I nip at the inside of it along his ‘Carpe Diem’ tattoo. A hand wraps into my hair, tugging my head back, and I hiss at the slight pain, opening my eyes to see Penton standing over me with a mischievous grin on his face and his very ready cock brushes my cheek.
“I think you owe him a little more than an apology,” he says smoothly, running his hand over my cheek and
jaw while the other tugs my head back just a little more. The pain is a pleasurable kind and I can’t help but issue a little moan of excitement as his hand tightens in my hair. He nods to Blaine saying, “Let our mate really apologize, Brother.”
With that, Penton releases my hair to only a slight hold and I watch Blaine smile down at me and back over to Penton, slipping his jacket and shirt off in a second. “Did I tell you that I’m happy you’re home, Brother?” He laughs, dropping his hazel eyes to me as he pulls his belt free, letting his jeans drop to the floor. My Blaine, famous for going commando under his pants, doesn’t disappoint and his large cock stands at the ready, gaining my attention.
I think it may be the energy from the full moon tonight, or maybe just the hormones flowing through the room, but I lick my lips as he stalks forward and Penton’s hand wraps in my hair tighter, turning my face up to him. His lust filled stare washes over me, making my thighs quiver and I can tell when the scent of my very evident desire running down my leg reaches him, his pupils grow wide and his nostrils flare. “You’re going to apologize to Blaine the way a good Kitten does, right, my joy?”
His pet name for me from when I was Helen all those centuries ago makes my eyes flutter shut. Their scents float around me, causing my core to vibrate with need for them as Blaine’s hand finds my cheek again, pulling my eyes to him. I want both of them so bad right now, it hurts, really. The fire burning deep in my belly sends a wave of heat out over my skin and it goose-bumps under the temperature change. I hear them both catch their breath and Blaine’s thumb taps on my bottom lip as his hand cups my chin.
“Open up for me, Kitten,” he whispers, running his thumb along my bottom lip as I do as I’m told and the head of his cock meets my lips. I swirl my tongue around the tip just to tease him and he growls, throwing his head back and Penton’s hand tightens in my hair, pushing me forward.
Blaine’s hands cup each cheek as I take him all in, his piercing hitting the roof of my mouth, and then the pressure in my hair pulls me back as my hand glides over his shaft. I can tell by the glow in B’s eyes that this is about to pick up, and fast, and I try to brace myself for the onslaught about to happen with my hands on his hips. Penton is the one controlling it, pulling and pushing with his hand in my hair as Blaine hangs on for the ride, groaning and growling in satisfaction.
“You are too good at this, my joy.” Penton’s whisper brings a fresh wave of goose-bumps over my skin as he crouches down behind me, his hand running under my arm to caress my breasts and tweak my nipples so that a muffled moan vibrates against Blaine’s shaft. I’m not going to be able to last very much longer with the heightened hormones flowing throughout this small cabin and I tighten my grip running up and down B’s shaft, feeling him tremble slightly as I cup his balls.
Before I know it, I’m up off of my knees and over a shoulder, being carried into the moonlit bedroom. As I’m panting for breath, still trying to calm my racing heartbeat, I’m lowered onto the bed and onto Blaine’s shaft, the moan that escapes my lips being long and drawn out as my body gains the attention it’s been craving. Hands on my back push me forward and B claims my lips, tangling our tongues and running his rough hands over my sensitive skin as I feel Penton positioning himself behind me, the head of his large shaft begging for entrance into my tightest hole.
I gasp and reflexively try to pull away as the head breaches the entrance, but his soothing touch calms me. I want this. I want to please both of my mates so I relax and focus on Blaine’s kiss as it trails over my neck and cheek. I know they can tell I’m close as Penton seats himself all the way in, moving slowly with Blaine to pull out and thrust as my flames come to life without warning, rolling across my skin. Blaine’s hold on my face tightens, and I’m surprised he doesn’t let go as the orange and blue flames roll over his skin; not harming, just adding to his sensations and he bites down on my bottom lip.
I am so close that I’m shivering and I push against them, feeling both of their holds tighten on me as they oblige me and pick up speed. White stars start to line my vision and my flames heat my desire, receding to my core just as I fall over the edge, screaming out in ecstasy. Penton’s weight pushes me down onto Blaine’s chest as I’m still riding the waves, sparking a new wave and second release when I feel both of their teeth sink into my skin on opposite sides of my neck, reopening their marking scars.
I lose my voice from screaming and moaning as I feel them both climax, their muscles clenching and their hands squeezing me as my body milks them for all they’re worth. Their tongues sweep across the marks, closing them as Penton collapses on the bed beside me, his arm still draped over my waist.
The moonlit room is void of sound, besides that of our heavy breathing, for a handful of moments and I stare at Penton, his eyes closed and mouth open trying to gain as much oxygen as possible to suffice his rapid heartbeat. Blaine’s hands run through my hair and he kisses my forehead, sparking a loud purr to run through me, and I smile into his chest, kissing it right above his heart.
“Did you miss me?” Penton’s laugh pulls my attention and I see his bright smile, his eyes laughing as he leans on his side toward us, his fingers making a lazy trail down my back.
“Of course I did,” I whisper, biting at, and missing, his fingers as he brings them up over my shoulder. His light chuckle sparks another fire within me and I know I want more of my mates. Leaping from Blaine’s chest to pin Penton down, I give him my best seductive hiss right in his ear, followed by a long, lingering lick from his collar bone to his ear. “Don’t think I’m done with you boys,” I warn, looking over to Blaine and pulling his face to within an inch of mine. “I don’t plan on falling asleep anytime soon.”
They both laugh and I can’t help but join as I’m pulled onto my side to snuggle between them and we’re right back in it; tangled up in one another. Our desire and lust burns bright in the shadow of the moon.
This is what my life is now. No more running from town to town, keeping under the law’s radar. No more shutting my heart out from feelings to keep from getting hurt, because I know these men will never hurt me intentionally. No more feeling lonely, because now I am surrounded.
This is my family; these two men and me. The Pack roaming the wilderness enjoying the full moon is my family as well; I just need to take my place and get to know them, now that Penton is home.
Home; this is it, this one room in this quaint little cabin. I no longer have to wonder where I belong, because I’ve found it in the arms of these men, and in the small town of Broadus, Montana.
###THE END###
Thank You!
I really hope you enjoyed this installment of the Broadus Supernatural Society Series. I am sure it’s not the last we’ll see from Rowena and her mates, as I’ve come to really love them, but for now, this is the last full length book. Others may come in the future, but I have no plans as of now.
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TMH
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Other works by this Author
Military Romance:
The Wakefield Romance Series
Book 1: Two Weeks With a SEAL
Book 2: Coming Home
Book 3: I Never Asked You To Save Me
Book 4: Take Me Home--Coming Soon
Paranormal Romance:
The Broadus Supernatural Society Series
Book 1: Siofra’s Song
Book 2: Siofra’s Nightmare
Book 3: Siofra’s Change
Book 4: Siofra’s Fight
Book 5: Rowena’s Revenge
/> Historical Romance:
The Viking Dreams Series
Book 1: We Roam The Seas
Book 2: A Rose In Winter--Coming Soon
Contemporary Romance:
The Desert Ghosts Series
Book 1: Ricochet --Coming Soon
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The Love and Repair Series
The Love and Repair series is a set of novellas that will take you on a journey through the ups and downs life can throw at you. Each of these five different couples will take you on a ride full of twists and turns that only love can repair.
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