“I want you to make love to me,” I said, too full of happiness to cringe at the cheesy wording.
If Roman was disappointed I hadn’t talked dirty, he didn’t let it show. He pushed his shaft inside me. I gripped his back as he pushed in and out, basking in the completeness I felt with him inside me.
Roman picked up speed, utilizing my compromising position on the counter to his advantage. He pushed me back and spread my legs wide, giving him total access to my body. He thrust deeper and deeper inside me, building a rhythm. I sighed with each pump of his cock, filled with pleasure.
“I love you,” I sighed out, running a hand over his firm chest.
“I love you, too,” said Roman.
“I’d also love it,” I said, smiling mischievously, “if you went a little faster.”
Roman pushed me down hard on the counter. His eyes hungrily took in my heaving breasts, my curvy hips, and his cock inside me. He smirked.
“I always give a lady what she wants,” he repeated.
He picked up speed, flesh slapping against mine. I screamed out as he delved deeper and deeper, finding the spot within me that unleashed my greatest passions. Waves of pleasure were crashing over my shore again, and I was so close.
I slipped a hand between my legs and began rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. This time, Roman did not object to my self-love. In fact, he growling and watched me like he wanted to eat me up. I think it was working for him.
My gentle touches turned rough as Roman continued to pound into me. I could tell he was on the edge, too.
“Are you close?” Roman asked.
“God, yes,” I said.
“Cum for me,” he said.
I rubbed myself hard and as Roman pushed deep inside me, I reached up and pinched one of my nipples. This sensation unleashed a tidal wave of my second orgasm that day. I cried out, feeling my muscles go slack. Roman came moments after me, filling me with his seed and curling over me.
Flesh on flesh, we stayed there. Me, stretched on the granite counter top, and Roman doubled over with his head on my chest. I ran my hand through his hair and kissed his forehead tenderly.
“I’m surprised Hunter didn’t walk in on us,” I said, absently stroking Roman’s hair. “It would have been the perfect timing for him to stride in and say ‘are you dinner?’ in that annoyingly smug voice of his.”
Roman laughed and pushed himself back to standing.
“Now that you mention it,” he said, “I don’t know where Hunter is. He went on a walk shortly after you went to Amber’s.”
“You have no idea where he went off to?” I asked, starting to grow concerned. “You don’t think he went to find Wesley, do you?”
Roman shook his head, “No way. Hunter does have a temper, but he is devoted to the pack. He would never attack on his own like that. Not without approval from the elders and his mates.”
His mates. I caught my breath. I still could not believe that I was going to be with these two men for the rest of my life. As in love as I was, it was still quite a bit to handle after, Jesus, only two days.
“His mates,” I repeated, a small smile on my lips to mask the trickle of anxiety that had started in my brain.
Roman looked concerned.
“Did I say something wrong?” Roman asked.
I shook my head, slipping down off the counter. I ran my hand over my ass and felt a dent from the counter. Maybe I would stick to sex on even surfaces for the next few days.
“No,” I said, pulling up my jeans and throwing my shirt over my head. “No, you didn’t say anything wrong. I’m just a little warm from all the… activity.”
I blushed, remembering Roman buried nose deep in my loins. He raised an eyebrow and licked his lips, clearly remembering as well.
“Activities?” He said. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
I rolled my eyes and pulled him into a brief kiss.
“I think I also need to take a walk,” I said.
Roman feigned shock. “After all that you’re going to leave me to slave over the kitchen for a walk in the woods?”
I rolled my eyes, “If I stayed here you would just find excuses to keep your hands all over me. For that matter, I would find excuses to keep my hands all over you!”
“Fair enough,” Roman said. “Just make sure to come back this time, okay? We can’t have you running off again.”
I blanched, embarrassed that he would bring up our past.
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” I asked.
Roman had already turned back to the dishes.
“Never is a strong word,” he said. “I think it’ll just be a very long time.”
I opened the door and slipped outside, shaking my head at my ridiculous lover.
“Remember to clean the counter!”
Chapter Eight
When the door shut, I looked around. The sun was just beginning to set. Lazy streaks of sunlight slid through tree branches, bathing the forest in a warm glow. I considered my options. I could either take a leisurely stroll around the property and come back before night fell. Or, I could leave my clothes here, shift into a wolf, and sprint around the woods to my heart’s content. With the added benefit of improved night vision, it was not contest.
I stripped, leaving my jeans and shirt in a neat pile next to the door. I should not have even dressed in the first place… but then again, Roman wouldn’t have let me out the door if I was still naked. I would have been down for round two, but I also needed to burn off some of the nervous energy that came with remembering my wedding. Tomorrow.
I shook off the nerves and stepped forward down the stairs. With each stride, my body changed. The wolf came to the surface and took over my body. I stretched luxuriously once I was in my wolf form. It was almost the best feeling in the world, this camaraderie with nature.
With a quiet bark, just for fun, I took off into the forest. I loved the way control I had in my wolf body. The clumsiness I experienced as a human woman made the grace and speed of my wolf-self almost unbelievable. It was effortless to leap over branches and dart around trees. I could run for hours as a wolf, lithe and powerful, when I couldn’t even run for a full minute on two legs. If wolves had opposable thumbs, I would have spent my life in my animal form. No question.
I decided to enjoy the calm evening and visit the lake. I took a quick turn and sprinted toward the beach. I could smell the fresh water fish and the coolness promised by the water. I increased my speed and shot out of the forest. Only to be met with the cool evening sand and Hunter, shifted, staring at me.
I pranced over to him, happy that we were together. Maybe I could convince him to race with me again. But Hunter was not impressed, he stood rigid, angry, his eyes trained on mine. I nipped at him, urging him to loosen up and play. Hunter snapped at me, and I darted back, shocked.
Angry, I shifted back to my human body. I could talk to him through our animal link, but I wanted the satisfaction of hearing my anger out loud.
“What the fuck?” I shouted.
Hunter growled and started to stalk away. I kicked sand at him.
“You can’t just walk away after you tried to bite me. What the hell?”
Hunter looked over his shoulder, teeth barred.
“Shift and talk to me, you asshat,” I said. “I am not shifting back just so you can bite me again.”
Hunter lunged at me then. I jerked back, throwing my arms in front of my face and belly.
“I’m not going to maul you,” Hunter said, his voice tight.
I dropped my arms. Hunter stood before me, naked. His body maintained the rigidity he held as a wolf, his mouth pulled into an angry grimace, but at least he couldn’t rip my throat out this way. Probably.
“What is your problem?” I asked, keeping my distance. “Didn’t you recognize me?”
“Of course I recognized you,” said Hunter.
“Then why did you try to bite me?”
Hunter gr
owled low in his throat.
“I’m protecting my family from traitors.”
“Fuck, Hunter,” I said, throwing up my hands in annoyance, “can you please start making sense? I’m your fiancé or something. I assume we’re engaged since we are getting fucking three way married tomorrow morning!”
“You’re a turncoat,” Hunter said, still not making any sense.
“What?”
“I saw you kiss Wesley,” said Hunter. “I can’t believe you would do that to Roman, to the pack. To me. What is your plan? That you would lead your old, macho-alpha boyfriend here so you could take over our territory? That is so fucking shitty.”
I froze, I knew I had seen something up at Wesley’s place. Dammit.
“You followed me,” I said.
“No shit,” said Hunter, taking a step towards me, annoyed I wasn’t following.
I took a small step closer to him. I felt awful, god, no wonder Hunter was freaking out. I’d be mad too if I stumbled upon Hunter making out with someone else. I mean, anyone but Roman. They could make out all they wanted.
“Hunter,” I said, trying to make my voice calm. No to self, don’t start yelling and swearing until you know the whole story. It’s hard to come back from that. “I promise it’s not what it looked like.”
Hunter snorted.
“I know everyone uses that line, but seriously,” I was next to Hunter now and I laid my hand on his arm. Hunter tensed but did not jerk away. “It was not what it looked like.”
“What was it, then?” asked Hunter, his eyes hard. “Maybe you’re just planning your second getaway.”
I pursed my lips. Jeez, would they let it go already?
“I went to see Wesley to try and stop him,” I said. “I never want anything bad to happen to this pack. I was hoping that if I told him that I didn’t love him and that I wouldn’t return with him, he would leave.”
Hunter shifted. Suddenly, he was grabbing my arm. His fingers closed tight around my wrist. My nipples hardened at the small ripple of pain this caused. Not now, dammit, I was not getting turned on now.
“So why did he kiss you,” Hunter asked. His face was inches from mine, wolf straining beneath the surface. He still had his fangs, pointed and barred. They could tear me apart. They could also leave some serious hickeys.
“He didn’t believe me,” I said, holding my ground, “so he kissed me.”
Hunter was almost pressed against me, now. I could feel his hot breath ghost my mouth. Where Roman was half a foot taller than me, Hunter was almost my height. I never really noticed how close in height we were until now.
“Does he believe you, now?”
I nodded, my forehead bumping against Hunter’s ever so slightly. His eyes slid closed on the contact and my skin turned to gooseflesh.
“But he didn’t leave,” I said. “He is still going to attack us tomorrow.”
Hunter growled. I moved my hand to his chest and felt the vibrations through his skin. I was wet.
Hunter’s grip tightened around my wrist, pulling my flush against him. I thought I felt something, no way. Hunter had an erection. Heat pooled in my lower hips.
“Did you like it?” Hunter asked. “When he kissed you?”
“Of course not,” I said. “It was disgusting.”
Hunter shifted again, his teeth still barred.
“Then why do you smell like sex?” He asked.
My cheeks heated. Of course, he would smell that on me, I probably smelled like a brothel after what happened in the kitchen.
“I was with Roman,” I said, “can’t you tell the difference?”
Hunter stared at me, eyes narrow slits.
“I’m telling the truth,” I said.
Hunter said, “If this is true, what did you and Roman do?”
I blushed fiercely now. If I had known I’d have to explain my sex life to a man, naked, in the woods, the sex could have waited until bedtime.
“We made love,” I said, thoroughly embarrassed, “on the kitchen counter.”
“Did he taste you?” Hunter asked.
I stared into his eyes. They had the same hazy look Roman’s wore a few hours earlier. Was he getting off to this? I weighed my answer carefully, hoping I was reading the situation correctly. I wanted passionate Hunter, not murderous Hunter.
“Yes,” I said, “he ate me out.”
Hunter let out a low whine, nearly impossible to hear.
“Did you touch yourself?” He panted.
I smirked. Hunter had to be imagining Roman fucking me on the kitchen counter. His cock was so hard, standing erect between us practically twitching with desire.
“I rubbed myself raw,” I said, my voice husky and low.
Hunter’s breath hitched and he leaned forward. I could feel his stubble on my cheek as his face pushed close to mine. My skin was hot, wanting pulsating under me. I could smell his arousal, rich and full. We were already naked, dammit, let’s get to it already!
“And did he fuck you?” Hunter asked.
“He fucked me until I couldn’t stand,” I said, blood rushing to my lower regions as I remembered the crashing orgasm I felt only hours earlier.
Hunter looked like he wanted to pin me down and fuck me blind. I thought about his strong hands controlling me and his thick cock stretching me.
I mustered my courage and said, “I want you to fuck me, too.”
“Do you know what I would do to you,” Hunter asked, his breath tickling my ear, “it I was fucking you right now?”
“What?” I asked.
“First,” said Hunter, biting my earlobe just so. I shivered. “I would rub your clit and feel your wetness on my fingers until you couldn’t stand it. I would slip my fingers inside you and explore until you beg me to fuck you with my cock.”
My pulse quickened. If he wanted me to beg, it was almost working. I pressed into his chest, my breasts meeting his pecs. We had never touched like this before, never naked like this. The sensation of skin on skin was almost too much for me.
“Then what?” I asked, allowing my hand to travel south. I took his shaft in my hand and started to stroke slowly, up and down. Hunter’s breathing grew heavy, labored.
He reached out a hand and match my motions against my pussy. His fingers parted my slick lips and entered me. I shuddered.
“Then,” said Hunter, our chests rising and falling in unison, “I would push you down and fuck you right here.”
I let out a small moan.
“How would you fuck me?”
“I would take you like the wolf you are,” said Hunter. “I would fuck you from behind, mount you and make you my mate. I want to dominate you so you know you can trust me to protect you. I would fuck you hard, deep, rough, until you screamed my name as I filled you with my seed.”
That was too much for me. I tipped my head and let my mouth meet his. Hunter kissed me rough, instantly taking dominance over the kiss. I let go of his cock and raked both hands through his chest hair to the nape of his neck, twisting my fingers into his dark curls and pulling. Hunter snarled and bit my bottom lip. I met him, bite for bite, pull for pull. While he wanted to mount me, I wanted to make him work for it. We were equals in the triad, equals in love.
His arms encircled my waist and fingers dug into the fleshy meat of my ass. I ground my hips against his, shivering as his cock pressed against my sensitive parts. We kept kissing, fighting for dominance as we grabbed and pulled at each other’s bodies. Hunter was harder than Roman, his body more athletic. Muscles hewn from stone, bones cut from diamonds. I was unaccustomed to his strength. It dwarfed me, not an easy feat for someone my size.
Hunter ripped his mouth from mine and said, “I need to have you now.”
Chapter Nine
Before I could answer, I was on the ground. Hunter loomed over me, jerking my thighs apart and pulling my hips flushed against his. I moaned and bucked into him, surprised and delighted by his sudden show of force. The sand of the beach was cool from the e
vening air, crunching under me and tickling my skin.
Hunter grabbed my arms and slammed them over my head, my body lay completely exposed before him. He grinned down at me, his fangs still exposed. Hunter had never fully shifted back to his human form. His teeth were pointed and gleaming, heralding the danger of his bite. It was so fucking hot.
He leaned forward and bit, hard, where my neck met my collarbone. I cried out, struggling to reach out, dying to scratch at his back and regain some of my control. Hunter held my arms down, keeping me under his power. He bit me again, sucking and lapping at each wound while I writhed against the pleasure and the pain.
“I am going to mark you,” he said, biting the top of my left breast while I bucked against him. My fingers clasped at nothing. I knew I would have bruises on my wrists from where he gripped me.
He bit my right breast, his eyes focused on my face as I cried out with the shock of the bite. He sucked my skin into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and teasing me. I shuddered and begged for him to have me. I wanted his hot manhood inside my pulsing desire.
“I am going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” Hunter said, moving to place another hard bite on my nipple. I screamed with delight, flames of pleasure danced over the sensitive nerves of my chest, awakening even more desire between my legs.
He bit me again, this time also reaching low and pinching my clit. I thrashed and cried, explosions of desire ricocheting through every part of my being. He sucked and lapped at my body while his fingers roughly teased my pussy, pressing in and out, pinching, stroking, and thrusting. His other hand kept me rooted to my spot while I rolled around in the agony of pleasure. I wanted to grab and touch and scratch, but I was immobilized. I was at his mercy.
Hunter let go of the nipple he sucked on with a soft pop and regarded me. I looked a mess, my hair wild, sand clinging to me, face flushed, eyes dazed. He looked controlled, dangerous, hungry. He moved his hips, rubbing his cock against my slit and I moaned, turning my head to the side, exposing my neck and hoping he would continue his oral ministrations.
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