Midnight Falls: Children of the Goddess, Book 4

by R. G. Alexander

  But she was Were now. Though she hadn’t shifted yet, her genetic makeup was changing. Her scent was changing. Still Hannah, but richer, fuller. Were. He wanted the taste of her on his tongue again. Wanted to lay her across the bed, down on the floor, and please her until she was howling with her release.

  “You’re distracting me.”

  “You’re distracting me, Sheba.”

  His nostrils flared, instincts suddenly on alert. Wyley was staring at Hannah as well, his expression far from innocent. He was surprised that he felt no jealousy. Wyley was a good Were, and Jasyn couldn’t help but like him. He also knew Wyley was responsible for the others coming to help them fight the Shadow Wolves. He respected him. An idea began to form in his mind.

  “You’re distracting our cowboy as well.”

  “Wyley?” She took a breath, biting her lip as she tested out her enhanced sense of smell. “I’m sure he doesn’t mean anything by it, Jasyn. You’re both just hitting on all sixes after that floor show Liz and Midnight put on earlier, and angry at being left out of the rescue.”

  “Hitting on all sixes?”

  “Revved up. You know what I mean.”

  “I just love to tease you, mate. You may be right. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling the same.”

  Jasyn got to his feet, drawing the American’s gaze. “Wyley. Did you know that my brother’s sexual preferences are unique for Weres in this part of the world?”

  Wyley, who’d taken off his hat when they’d settled into the room, scratched his head at the unusual question. “I’ll admit it’s not the norm where I’m from, but it isn’t entirely unique either. No Were I’ve met ever had two mates though. I don’t know whether to admire him or feel sorry for him.”

  “Admire him.” Hannah’s expression was priceless when she realized that the words had escaped her lips. Her lush bow mouth formed a perfect O of surprise, and her cheeks flushed a delightful shade of crimson.

  Jasyn smiled, and she narrowed her gaze.

  “I used to believe as my father did, that Arygon’s difference would only bring him heartache. Shame the Dydarren Pack. I was a fool about so many things. But I’ve changed.”

  “What are you up to, Jasyn?”

  Wyley was looking at him with an odd expression. Jasyn chuckled. The poor Were was no doubt wondering where this was going as well. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. Maybe it was the frustration of inaction, the arousal that came from watching the rough love play on the stairs. Or the fact that being mated to Hannah made him feel more secure in their love, in himself, than he’d ever been before.

  “My brother told me once that nothing could compare to the joy of being able to pleasure your mate thoroughly, to sate her completely, directing her pleasure and fulfilling all her fantasies.”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Making Hannah my mate made my all of my fantasies come true. Joining with her soul and mind has made me a better Were, a better man, and I realized my brother was right. Nothing is more important than her pleasure.” Her suspicious expression didn’t change, but he felt her heart flutter. He knew she felt the same. “It also gave me a few interesting insights into her fantasies. One in particular, one she’s had since my brother brought his mates back to Dydarren land, interests me most of all.”

  “Don’t you dare.”

  A smile pulled at the corners of Wyley’s mouth. “I’m not sure she appreciates you sharing that, though I’m certainly enjoying it.”

  Jasyn came to sit beside Hannah. She was glaring at him, but the aroma of her arousal filled the room. Wyley shifted on the couch across from her, looking for Jasyn to continue. “Weres are a passionate species, Sheba. I know you’re feeling it now. You can’t hide it from me.”

  “Is this a test? You’ve always been jealous, Jasyn. And for future reference, I would kill you for telling me you wanted to be with another woman.”

  “You are more than enough woman to last me a lifetime, my love. But this is no test. Search my heart. You know it’s true. If you tell me you aren’t the slightest bit tempted, just this once, to experience two men caressing you, tasting you, I’ll send Wyley away and make love to my mate.”

  He felt her in his mind. Saw her glance over at Wyley and blush. The Were leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as though he hadn’t a care in the world. The erection pressing against his jeans belied his casual demeanor. “I feel like I’m missing an interesting conversation.”

  Jasyn wrapped his arm over Hannah’s shoulder, his fingers caressing the curve of her breast. “Isn’t she beautiful? The first time I saw her, I thought the Goddess herself had fashioned her just for me.”

  “You are a lucky man, Dydarren.”

  Hannah shook her head. “This is hardly the time for games, guys. We should be—”

  “What? Pacing the loft like caged animals? Wouldn’t you rather come sit on my lap and show Wyley why I can’t get enough of my mate?” Jasyn felt like shouting in triumph when those perfect pearl white teeth bit into her lower lip once more. Tempted. She was willing. That was all the encouragement he needed.

  He slid his other arm under her legs, until her jean-covered curves were pressed against his burgeoning erection. A part of him couldn’t believe he was considering sharing her, that he would let another touch her this way. Kiss her. The animal inside him that demanded he claim his mate was the same one who pushed him to cup her breast through her cotton shirt, plucking at her nipple until it poked through the cloth.

  Hannah’s breath was shallow, her breast pushing into his hand despite her awareness of their audience. Jasyn sensed Wyley leaning forward, all pretense of disinterest gone. “I’m going to take off your shirt, Sheba. So Wyley can see your beautiful breasts.”

  She didn’t say no, didn’t say anything, just stared at him with wide, fascinated eyes. Her arms lifted when he took the hem of her shirt in his hands, and he lifted it over her head, dropping the T-shirt on the floor behind the couch.

  Wyley’s sharp inhalation was telling. She was exquisite, and both men were riveted by the long, pink nipples, the flushed cream of her breasts, quivering with every breath, every heartbeat. Jasyn dipped his head to suck one hard tip into his mouth, circling the other with his rough fingertips.

  Hannah moaned, arching her back. He could feel how sensitive she was there, exactly how she loved his touch. Her taste under his tongue made him burn, he needed more. He picked her up, unwilling to lift his head from her breast as he carried her to the bed. Her legs dangled off the bed as he unbuttoned her jeans and dragged them off her hips.

  He lifted his mouth and stood between her thighs, taking off his own clothes. The look in her eyes as she studied his body was everything she could ask of a mate and more. She licked her lips, lifting up on her elbows to see all of him. “You see anything you like, Sheba? Anything you want?”

  “You know I do.”

  Jasyn knelt at the foot of the bed, his mouth watering at the luscious scent of her arousal. “Wyley, why don’t you join us? Hannah’s breasts are just begging to be sucked.”

  He chuckled when her thigh muscles rippled against his shoulders. She’d been so lost in sensation she’d almost forgotten Wyley was there. Almost. “I’d love to give you what you need, baby, but I’ve been dreaming of this sweet pussy since we left Montana. I need another taste.”

  He licked her thigh slowly, watching Wyley, who’d removed his shirt, edge hesitantly toward the bed. Their eyes met, and Jasyn knew the other Were understood his boundaries. With Hannah, Jasyn was the Alpha, and Wyley would follow his lead in all things.

  Hannah watched the lean man climb onto the bed beside her, his smile full of sensuality and admiration. “Your mate is right, Miss Hannah. You are beautiful.” Her hands fell away from her body, giving him silent permission to touch. Jasyn’s mouth moved closer to her sex, nibbling on the silken skin while Wyley caressed the inside of her arm and shoulder.

  Jasyn couldn’t wait any longer. He gr
owled against her clit, and she cried out his name, lifting her hips closer to his mouth. “More. Jasyn. Oh!”

  He opened his eyes, sensing her shock as Wyley lowered his mouth to her breast. He stilled for a moment, searching her mind to ensure it was pleasure she was feeling. She was surprised for a moment, but the feel of two mouths on her body was erotic, intoxicating. Wyley closed his teeth around her nipple and tugged.

  “The Were has good instincts.”

  “Jasyn…”

  “Enjoy my love.”

  He buried his face between her legs, swirling his tongue through her sticky sweet arousal. Heaven. The taste of heaven filled his mouth, and he drank it down greedily. He couldn’t get enough.

  Her cries were growing more frantic, and Jasyn knew Wyley had moved to her other breast, his hand caressing the soft skin of her stomach. “Undo his pants, Sheba. Touch him the way you want to touch me.”

  She obeyed blindly, too aroused to argue. To think. When he heard the rasp of Wyley’s zipper Jasyn slipped two fingers through the soaking folds of Hannah’s pussy, dragging them down between her cheeks to press against her ass.

  “Fuck. Yeah. Fuck.” Wyley’s husky groan brought Jasyn’s head up. Hannah had taken his cock out of his pants and wrapped her lips around it, sucking him deep into her mouth. Jasyn had never seen anything sexier than Hannah lost to passion.

  “Don’t stop, Jasyn. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

  He stood, flipping Hannah onto her stomach. “I can’t wait, Sheba. Suck his cock while I watch. While I fuck you.”

  Wyley slipped out of his jeans and climbed higher on the bed, kneeling in front of Hannah with his cock in hand.

  Hannah was dreaming. She had to be. Only she’d never had a sex dream so carnal, so forbidden. Jasyn, her mate, her love, his thick shaft pushing inside her tingling sex—and Wyley, a stranger with a beautiful smile, and an even more beautiful cock that was rock hard and rubbing against her lips. She’d never felt so bad.

  “And you love it, don’t you, Sheba?”

  She did. Goddess help her, but she did. She tried to wrap her small fist around Wyley’s erection and guided it to her mouth. Jasyn’s hips slung forward, her moan vibrating against Wyley’s flesh.

  “You’re so tight, Sheba. So wet for us.” He spread the cheeks of her ass as he thrust against her, his fingers once more teasing her anus. Oh, yes. Yes. She knew what was coming. She wasn’t sure she could take it, but she wanted it.

  “You can take it, Sheba. Every last, fucking inch. And you’ll love it, mate. Poor Wyley will never feel your touch again, but he’ll never forget. Never forget your hot mouth, your tight pussy branding him while I fill your ass with my cock and sink my fangs in deep.”

  The picture he’d painted, along with his hips pumping against hers, was too much for her to take. She came screaming against Wyley’s cock, his growl matching Jasyn’s as her body rocked between them.

  She heard Jasyn’s harsh command to the other Were and then she was floating, her nerves still firing, blood boiling with her climax. Jasyn positioned her over Wyley, now laying flat on his back in the middle of the bed.

  Hannah gripped the bed frame, loving the firm grip of Jasyn’s hands on her hips, the restraint obvious in Wyley’s tight jaw as he lay with his hands behind his head. She felt powerful. Desirable. Irresistible.

  “All that and more, my Sheba. Take him inside you, baby. Take what you need.”

  “I need you, Jasyn.”

  “You have me. I’m right here.”

  She felt her fangs slice through her gums, her grip on the headboard tightening with every downward thrust of her hips. Having Wyley inside her was different. Good, but different. Not Jasyn.

  “You’re mine, Sheba. No one else’s. Lean forward, and let me show you.”

  She did as he asked, relaxing at Wyley’s gentle smile. “You feel so good, Hannah. It’ll be hard to hold myself back.”

  “But you will.” Jasyn’s voice was firm behind her.

  “But I will.” Wyley winked at her, and she laughed breathlessly. The happy sound became a gasp of nervous excitement when the head of Jasyn’s cock lined up with her ass.

  The room was still, everything focused on this. On him slowly stretching her wide, inch by unbelievable inch, just like he promised. Her body was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane from the foreign sensations. Pain. Pleasure. Ecstasy. Too much.

  “Breathe, Sheba. Breathe slow and deep. So deep, honey. I’m in you so deep. I have to move now, honey. I have to…”

  He pulled back slowly, lowering her onto Wyley’s lap. She could feel his surprised zing of arousal when the drag of his thick cock rubbed against the other Were’s inside her. Three voices moaned as one when Jasyn thrust inside her again. Hannah closed her eyes and lost herself, her universe focused only on this, her heart beating to the rhythm her mate set. Warm, male skin was pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth against it, tasting the salty flesh with a small growl. Jasyn.

  “Sink those sexy teeth in, Sheba. Bite your mate.”

  She wanted nothing more. The first swallow of his blood was bliss. Hers. He was hers. His breath on her shoulder made her smile against his arm. She loved his bite, craved it. “Claim me, Jasyn. Take me. Now.”

  His fangs locked onto her shoulder, hips pounding her against the moaning Wyley. Jasyn’s control was all but gone. He used the arm she wasn’t clinging to and lifted her bodily off of Wyley. She tried to focus, to watch as the handsome Were took his shaft, slick with her juices, into his own hands, his gaze riveted to the mating couple.

  Jasyn was up on his knees rocking her against him, the angle pushing him deeper, impossibly deep. “Close. I need you to come for me. Mate. Come for me.”

  “Love you, Jasyn.”

  “Sheba. Great Mother. Yes.”

  Hannah lifted her mouth from his arm and threw back her head, the climax too strong to hold back. Jasyn’s shout matched her own, and then he was kissing her, their necks straining as they shared the taste of the other on their tongues.

  They clung to each other, bodies rocking gently as they came back down to earth. Without a word Jasyn slid off the bed and carried her to the shower, his lips gliding over the skin within his reach, hands caressing and cleaning every inch of her beneath the hot spray.

  “You were beautiful. A goddess.”

  “You weren’t so bad yourself. But I still mean what I said.”

  He lifted her chin and smiled into her eyes. “What was that again?”

  “That if you ever want to do that with another woman I’ll have to kill you.”

  He chuckled. “I’d be insulted if you didn’t. And don’t get used to this either. This was a one time deal. Although I may owe my brother an apology. And my admiration. Our Alpha obviously has a lot of stamina.”

  Hannah lowered her soapy hand between Jasyn’s thighs, cupping him with a sassy wink. “I like your stamina.”

  “I love you.”

  “I know.”

  Hannah couldn’t believe that so much had changed in so short a time. She wrapped the towel around her body and wiped off the moisture to look at herself in the mirror. She felt different. Stronger in so many ways. She’d helped to rescue her friends. Her mate. She’d just had wild sex with two werewolves for goodness sake. She wasn’t invisible now.

  “Oh, Sheba. You were never invisible. And you’ve always been strong. I always knew you’d be my perfect mate. I was the one who had to become worthy of you. Now let’s go have a drink with our friendly American.”

  Hannah’s heart filled with love for him. This was worth the wait. Worth everything. They turned toward the bathroom door and she hesitated. Blushing. “I can’t believe I feel shy.”

  “I like you shy. In fact, maybe we should find you some clothes before you go back out there.”

  She rolled her eyes and pushed past him, almost missing his sly smile. “There may be such a thing as knowing someone too well.”

  “Not in our world, S
heba.”

  Wyley was already dressed and sitting by the fire, a beer from the mini fridge in his hand. “This loft is bigger than it seems from the outside. Not at all where I would have expected vampires to live though, not a coffin in sight.”

  Hannah huffed in mock indignation, then joined the two men in their laughter. “It’s a lot to take in. Trust me, I know, although after being raised in Hollywood, I was already used to characters.”

  “Montana has its share of odd humans. But the fact that all this was here, that we never knew. I feel like a goldfish that just realized there was life outside the bowl. Hanging around you folks is one exciting thing after another.” He set the beer down and rubbed his hands on his jean-clad thighs in a nervous move before standing. “I just wanted to…thank you, both of you, for allowing me to share…” He gestured toward the rumpled bed, looking at anything but them.

  “You aren’t the only one who’s shy, Sheba.”

  “We really do need to give him to Nicolette.”

  “He isn’t a present, Hannah. We can nudge, we can’t give.”

  “We should nudge.”

  Jasyn ignored her and clapped Wyley on the back. “Thank you for helping me fulfill my mate’s sordid fantasies.” He smirked at her gasp. “You have a loyal ally and home with the Dydarren Pack for as long as you like.”

  “I’m honored.” Wyley smiled at Hannah, and she knew he was looking for a sign from her that she agreed with her mate. Her answer was to reach up on her toes and kiss his blazing cheek.

  Jasyn growled playfully, pulling her back into his arms. “Enough of that, you two. I need to get my Sheba into some clothes and then we should put together something from the kitchen downstairs. I’ve worked up an appetite.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me.” The relieved Wyley retrieved his beer while Hannah headed toward the closet, thinking to borrow something of Regina’s. She’d just pulled on a pair of the Reader’s hip hugging black pants and T-shirt when a feeling like a bat to the back of her head knocked her to her knees.

  “Hannah.” Jasyn was beside her in seconds, searching, a little desperately, for the blood he was sure he would find. But the blow hadn’t been physical. It took her a moment for her ears to stop ringing, and the spots to fade from her vision.