by Tabke, Karin
“You like?” Lucien asked, coming in behind her.
She shivered from the cold, anxious to warm up the space. “I love it.”
He dropped several boxes next to the table. “Good, because I’m tired and I’m hungry, woman. Fix me something to eat.”
Falon laughed at his caveman talk. “If I refuse, are you going to drag me by my hair to the pelts?”
He donned that grin she loved so much, and swaggered toward her. “Oh, yeah, and while I’m dragging you by the hair I’m going to be ripping your clothes off and ravaging that sweet body of yours with my tongue.”
Falon threw her arms around his neck, and said, “Then I refuse.”
He nipped at her chin, and slapped her butt again. “Hungry!” he bellowed as he ducked out of the teepee.
While the guys were out doing whatever it was they were doing, Falon focused on feeding them. Her stomach rumbled. She was hungry, too. The last thing she had eaten was a sandwich hours ago somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. She needed to eat for herself and the baby.
Moments later she stood looking at the limited food items she had to work with. All of it meat. Typical. Men didn’t do side dishes. She picked out two large cuts of beef and a smaller one, and seasoned them with the spices available. Lucien had lit the fireplace and showed her how the top portion slid back exposing a grill. Perfect.
While the steaks cooked she dug out a bottle of wine because she knew Rafe liked a nice cab. She had never been much on wine, mostly because with her nonexistent budget she couldn’t afford it, and the stuff she had tasted, tasted like swill. Tonight she’d give it a shot. She uncorked the bottle and searched for glasses. She found plastic ones and decided to grab a couple of beers from the cooler for Lucien.
She checked on the steaks, then turned her attention on the pelts and making a bed. A warm wave of excitement washed through her when she thought of sleeping with both of her men in the same bed. The sexual anticipation aside, she was looking forward to snuggling between them and falling asleep in their arms. It was the one place she didn’t think of anything but being in the moment.
And just like that her moment was shattered when her predicament intruded on her warm, sexy thoughts. It was an impossible situation. They were all under such an incredible amount of pressure. Their very lives hung in the balance, and she suddenly felt selfish wanting two men, and only on her terms. Suddenly she just wanted to tell them both the truth when they returned, and let the chips fall where they may, with the profound hope that they would be able to move beyond the issue of her paternal bloodline.
Gah! If it were so easy! It was anything but. She was screwed if they found out.
Lucien’s and Rafael’s deep voices drifted to her as she set the table. Her hand shook as she placed a knife on it. Inhaling deeply she focused on her chore and not the sound of them entering their temporary domicile.
Then there was silence—the kind that exploded. Falon’s hands shook as she continued to set the table. When she was done, she slowly turned and caught her breath.
They stood rooted to the ground, wearing fresh clothes and looking like two predators, their hair damp as if they just stepped out of the shower. Rafe looked the epitome of GQ in his sleek black jeans and his fitted gold-pinstriped black shirt. His short golden-blond hair framed his classic features. She raised her eyes to his, and her heart stuttered in her chest. They were smoky and intense, full of promise. She swallowed hard as her eyes dropped to his full parted lips, then to the hollow at his throat where she could see the vigorous throb of his pulse. The urge to press her lips to it was overwhelming. She allowed her gaze to continue its carnal perusal to his wide chest, then to his hips and the thick rise in his jeans. She about melted on the floor when she saw he was barefoot.
Rafael Vulkasin was the epitome of alpha. And he belonged to her.
Dragging her eyes from Rafa, she indulged them in his brother. And like his brother, Luca was barefoot. Lucien’s worn jeans hung sexily off his lean hips and the tight black T-shirt he wore hugged his rippling muscles like a second skin. She longed to run her hands up his chest as he circled her with his strong arms. His long dark hair was damp and curled around his face, shadowing his sinful lips and bedroom eyes. Everything about Lucien Mondragon screamed sizzling sensuality. And like his brother, he belonged to her.
Falon didn’t know what she had done to win the hot-guy lottery twice but she was not going to question it. Ever.
“Hi,” she said shyly.
Both of them smiled. Sensing her shyness, neither one moved toward her. For that she was grateful, she wasn’t sure at that moment if she could handle both of them at the same time. Her hands shook nervously. “I— Your steaks are done. Come sit.”
As they moved in, she quickly set the bottle of wine on the table, the two plastic cups, and Lucien’s beer.
Hands still shaking, she set their plates in front of where they stood at the table and hers between them. Rafe and Lucien reached for her chair at the same time and pulled it out together. Hurriedly she sat before her legs gave way. When they sat down on either side of her, Falon’s stomach did several slow rolls.
“I’ve never cooked steak before, I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure it’s perfect,” Lucien said. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Feeling self-conscious as they watched her cut her meat, she took a bite nearly gagging on it. It tasted terrible! It was overspiced and overcooked. Not a hint of pink. And her men liked their meat rare. She forced herself to swallow it and looked up to see Rafe and Lucien exchange grimaces.
“I’m sorry! I don’t know how to cook.”
“It’s fine, love,” Rafael said. To prove it he took another bite, and chewed it as if he enjoyed it.
Lucien chased his with half his beer.
Mortified, Falon pushed her plate away from her.
“Falon,” Rafe said, pouring her a full cup of wine, “you need to eat.” He pushed the cup into her hand. “This will help it go down.”
“Oh!” she cried. “You really do hate it!”
“No, it’s fine, really.” He took another bite and, like Lucien had, Rafe chased it with a deep sip of his wine.
She took a sip of the wine, and was surprised she enjoyed the cherry and oak taste of it.
“Angel face,” Luca said as he wrestled with the piece of meat in his mouth. “The cooking is a beta’s job.” He took a long pull of his beer to wash the beef jerky down. “As alpha, your job is to lead beside your mate . . . er, mates . . . and”—his eyes twinkled mischievously—“to make mad passionate love to them.”
Heat rose in her cheeks.
Lucien took her hand and kissed her fingertips.
“What is your role?” she shyly asked.
He lifted blazing golden eyes to her and slowly smiled. “To make mad passionate love to my woman and make her forget everything except me exists.”
“Oh,” she breathed.
Lucien sat back in his chair and pushed his plate away. He had more guts than she did; his steak was half eaten, Rafa’s, too. Her heart warmed, knowing they’d choked down the food so she wouldn’t feel like a complete failure.
Rafe scooted toward her and trailed a finger along her arm. “We showered and changed down at the community center.” He drew her up, and circled her waist with his arms. “It would be my pleasure to draw you a bath.”
“Ohh-kay,” she breathed.
He moved her over to one of the sofas then proceeded to draw her bath. She had hoped the water would be warm and when she saw the steam rise, she smiled.
“It’s hooked up to a water heater outside,” Rafe said, catching her happy look. When the bubbles rose to the edge of the tub, Rafe turned to her, and extended his hand.
Heat washed over her in sudden shyness. �
�I’ll get undressed behind the screen.”
“Oh, Falon, that’s not very nice,” he complained. She smiled, and moved around him and pulled the screen out from between the tub and wall. As she set it up, obscuring their view of her, she secretly smiled.
When she settled into the velvety warm bubbles, she moaned in pleasure.
“Stop it, angel face, or you’re going to have company,” Luca threatened.
“You’re welcome to join me anytime.”
She giggled when he shoved the screen aside, and stared down at her, the lust plain on his face. “I’ll settle for the view.” He smiled again and pulled a short stool up, then sat down beside her. “For now.”
Falon lay back against the back of the tub, and her breasts popped above the water, the soft white bubbles sluicing over them.
“Christ, Falon,” Rafe groaned from where he stood by the warmth of the fireplace. “You’re killing me.”
She grinned, and moved deeper beneath the water. “It isn’t like you haven’t seen me before.”
“Yeah, I get that but it’s not like I see you like this every day.” He threw back his wine, and poured another cup. His eyes caught and held hers. “You have exceptional tits.”
“Thank you.”
Lucien leaned over her, and kissed her. “And luscious lips.”
Her hand snaked around his neck. “Yours aren’t so bad, either.”
When Rafe’s tall form shadowed Lucien’s, the heat in Falon’s veins accelerated. She felt like a fat fluffy bunny being stalked by two big bad wolves. Absolutely thrilling.
“How much longer are you going to be in there?” Rafa impatiently asked.
“Why?” she asked coyly.
His eyes narrowed. “You know damn well why.” Placing his hands on either side of the tub, he lowered his face to hers. “If you don’t get out of there in two minutes, I’m coming in after you.”
She slid deeper under the soapy water. “Like I just told your brother, be my guest.”
Rafe reached in and grabbed her by the wrists and hoisted her dripping-wet body out of the tub and into his arms. Falon shrieked as she tried to squirm her way out of his grip. “Rafael! I wasn’t done.”
He strode across the small space to the bed of pelts she had made and tossed her onto it. “I haven’t started,” he growled, following her onto the luxurious fur. They felt wanton and sensuous against her damp skin.
Rafa dug his fingers into her hair. Lowering his lips to her ear he said softly, “I want you so bad right now it hurts.” She closed her eyes and moaned, as he trailed his nose down her neck to the place where it met her shoulder. He kissed her then, nipping her skin and softening the sting with his tongue. Falon’s body caught fire. She opened her eyes to see Lucien standing behind his brother pulling his T-shirt over his wide shoulders. When their eyes met she could not breathe. His flared like wildfire.
Falon closed her eyes, parted her lips, and then surrendered everything to them both.
Twenty-two
“LET YOUR HAIR down slow, baby,” Rafa said as he helped pull the clips she had used to pile her long hair on her head when she took her bath. He spread it out around her like a shroud. Gently raking his fingers through it, he brought it to his nose and inhaled, then rubbed it across his face. “So soft.” He smoothed it away from her face, trailing his nose across the high swell of her breast. “So sweet,” he rasped as he licked a deep swath across her nipple.
Falon moaned, arching into him. When Luca slipped naked into the bed behind her and pulled her up against his hard warmth, the slow fire that had burned inside her since they’d arrived violently exploded.
“Perfect,” Rafa purred as he spread her thighs and crawled between them. His lips trailed down her belly to nibble on the cradle of her hip before kissing a hot trail to her mons. Lucien wrapped her arms around his neck, causing her back to arch and her breasts to thrust into the cool air. Her nipples hardened not from the coolness in the air but because of Lucien’s wanton fingers plucking them. His hot lips kissed behind her right ear, his tongue languidly circling the shell. Lucien’s insistent erection jabbed her in the back, and each time she moved, he groaned in unrequited pleasure. Though they had her pinned to the furry bed, she had never felt more in control. She did this to them. She brought these two powerful men to their knees. There was no gloating, just a surge of empowerment and desire so palpable it filled her to bursting.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought the proud golden leader of Vulkasin, and the dark and deadly leader of Mondragon, would take her to the same bed at the same time and so unselfishly make love to her. Emotion painfully filled her chest, tightening her throat. It bore witness to their profound love for her. And she felt so undeserving in light of what she had learned about her father.
But— She closed her eyes and moaned when Rafa pushed her thighs farther apart and licked her wet seam open. When he gently drew her stiff clitoris into his mouth, she melted like butter in a heat wave. “Ah,” she moaned, straining against Lucien’s expert hands and wanton lips. As Rafa licked deep inside of her, he drove her to the brink of madness. Every thought fled from her mind. All she did was feel.
Rafa stilled her writhing hips with one hand. Splaying his long fingers across her belly with the other hand, he slid a thick finger inside her.
“Oh, Rafa,” she moaned deeply. Her hips rose against his palm and lips. “That feels so good,” she said before Lucien grasped her chin and turned her head toward him and kissed her with a voracity that left her breathless.
His tongue swirled and lapped the inside of her mouth in the same deep cadence that Rafa’s finger slid in and out of her. She was drawn tight to begin with, and didn’t need much to push her over the edge, and what these two men did for her, to her, was beyond any fantasy she could ever imagine.
Rafe caught her clitoris between his teeth and nibbled, flicking it with his tongue as Luca licked her nipple. Hot and wet, her body bucked into them, as that lovely familiar tingle intensified, racing for the finish line and then shattered in waves, each one cresting higher than the one before it.
She strained against Luca’s mouth, crying out as she dug her fingers into his hair, fisting it as Rafa impaled her with his finger and tongue. As she thrashed and strained, Rafa slid a finger into her anus. It startled her, but because she was so wet and so loose it didn’t hurt. Indeed, he moved his fingers together to the same beat and, oh god, that felt good. Her spasming body ratcheted up another level before coming completely undone.
Panting hard, her body twitched and jerked as it absorbed her orgasm, even in the aftermath. She was grateful they slowed and allowed her a moment to catch her breath.
But not for long. Rafe shed his clothes and settled back on the bed, trailing his finger down her thigh as his lips traced a path all the way down her leg to her foot. Slowly, he massaged her feet then, one by one, her toes.
“That feels so good . . .” When Luca dug his strong fingers into her hair and began to massage her scalp, she thought she had died and gone to heaven. If this was the reward for lousy cooking, she was going to burn every meal.
“Have I ever told you how fucking hot you are when you come?” Luca asked, leaning over her, his lips hovering above hers as his laconic eyes caught and held hers.
She licked her dry lips, her eyes rolling back into her head when he dug deeper into her scalp. Warm tingles crackled and flared on her head, neck, and shoulders, spreading all the way down her spine to her womb. Her nipples stiffened painfully, begging for succor.
He nipped at her lips, just as Rafe sucked a toe deep into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. She was a live conduit of sensation. Her head and her toes were the envy of her middle. Her body wept for more. Falon arched nipping Luca’s chest.
He hissed when her teeth scraped his skin. “No, angel face
,” he crooned. “This is all about you tonight.”
“I want to taste you,” she pleaded.
Rafe licked her instep, and followed through with a gentle bite. Shivers zinged crazily through her body. She moaned again, louder, then licked her dry lips.
“I so want to fill those pouty lips of yours,” Luca whispered against her ear.
“Please,” she begged.
Luca smiled the most wicked smile on record. It jarred her to her core. “Please, what?” he softly demanded.
“Please, fill me.”
“When you ask like that, I can deny you nothing.”
Falon turned in his arms. As she faced Luca on all fours, Rafe skimmed his hands up her bottom to her hips. He moved in behind her and spread her cheeks. He kissed the small of her back, taking his good sweet time about it.
Falon slid her hands up Luca’s rigid erection. He groaned, thrusting his hips into her fingers as they circled his width. His cock was glorious and giving. She lowered her lips to the wide dewy head as Rafa slid a finger into her from behind.
Her breath caught in her throat as she sucked Luca deeply into her mouth. He groaned and laid back digging his fingers into her damp hair. “God, angel, that feels so damn good,” he said roughly.
As she slowly set her cadence, Rafa slid his cock into her. She closed her eyes as her pussy fisted his thickness. He didn’t move once he filled her balls deep. Instead, holding her steady by the cradle of her hips, he ground his hips in a slow sensuous circle into her. Falon squeezed her eyes tighter, overcome with sensation.
“Falon,” Rafa breathed. “Don’t move.”
She exhaled around Luca’s granite-hard cock, not knowing if she could obey. Slowly he dragged his length out of her. Her needy body trembled. Luca thrust into her mouth as Rafe withdrew. Rafa slid back into her as Luca withdrew. Oh, that was amazing.
With supreme control they moved in and out of her, and with even more control, Falon remained corpse still as the firestorm building inside her threatened to burn her alive. Luca’s skin flushed hot with a film of sweat. His hands clasped her face, keeping her head steady. Rafa’s hoarse breathing singed her back.