by Avery Gale
“Are you ready for me, kitten?” Jameson could hear the roughened tone of his voice. Watching as her pupils dilated in response to his blatant question, he didn’t wait for her response. “Fuck, you are already burning me alive and I’ve only pressed the tip of my very greedy cock against your heat.” Taking a steadying breath, Jameson refocused his attention on controlling his desire to just power into her and letting his cock find its satisfaction without regard to Kit’s pleasure.
Skimming his hands up the expanse of her back, Jameson marveled at the creamy skin that felt like warm satin beneath his hands. He and Trev hadn’t been monks during the years they’d waited for Kit to find her way to them, but Jameson knew to the bottom of his soul that no woman had ever felt this perfect. Her skin was practically molten beneath his fingertips, hell, it was a wonder she didn’t erupt into flames herself rather than setting the candles surrounding them ablaze. Skimming his palms over the rounded curves of her ass, Jameson continued preparing her with a special lube that would not only warm those sensitive tissues coaxing them to relax, but it would also provide her with the added sensation of a slow escalation of tingling. By the time he was stroking in and out of her tight little ass, Kit would feel like her entire sex was being caressed by a thousand tiny fingers all intent on maximizing her pleasure.
One of the things Kit had taught him was that he didn’t need to control her sexually to be her Dom—he simply had to harness and direct the power that was already there. Providing her with opportunities to tune in to her innate sensuality was all that was required—once he or Trev accomplished that, they only needed to sit back and watch in wonder as she flowered into her sexuality right in front of their eyes.
Sinking deep into Kit’s ass was one of the most erotic things Jameson had ever experienced. Hearing her panting beneath him, watching as a fine sheet of sweat broke out over her back, listening to each soft moan as she submitted herself completely to him—it was a symphony of pure erotic pleasure. ‘Stop waxing fucking poetic and move. She is already quaking around my cock and I’m going to come before she gets hers if you don’t get this show on the road.’ Trev’s desperate plea wasn’t a complete surprise. Hell, Jameson should have expected it because his brother had been inside their mate for several minutes and that alone was enough to send a sane man to the edge of reality.
Without any preamble Jameson gripped her hips as he leaned forward to whisper, “Hang on, kitten, this is going to be a fast roller coaster ride to heaven.” He began pulling back and felt Trev’s cock shifting on the other side of the thin membrane separating them. His brother was more than ready and they alternated their strokes to make sure Kit knew one of them was always possessing her—filling her. The lesson was as much emotional as physical—one of them would always be by her side. When her entire body started to shake, Jameson leaned down letting his wolf push to the surface just enough for his canines to elongate. He opened his mouth over the sensitive spot at the top of her shoulder where he had originally bitten her during their mating and let himself sink into her skin once again.
Chapter Sixteen
Kit’s mind floated back to an old western she’d watched late one night and remembered hearing the expression ‘ridden hard and put up wet’. At the time she had wondered what on earth the cowboy had meant, but as she tried to drag herself out from beneath Trev’s heavy arm and scoot from the bed, she suddenly understood the expression all too clearly. She barely managed to hold back her moan as her muscles protested her bladder’s demand for her to move. By the time she’d taken care of business and stepped into the steaming shower, she felt Trev’s very naked and extremely aroused body press against her back, his arm snaking around her in a tight band just under her breasts. His warm breath moved over her neck and the minty smell let her know he’d probably gotten up as soon as she’d left the bed. Her men always knew the moment she wasn’t within reach, it was one of the things she loved about them.
“Why are you out of bed, baby? I wanted to massage all your aches and pains away before you had to face the day.”
“I need to work with Braden and Granny Good Witch today—see if I can’t perfect that hologram technique.” There was also something else she wanted to test, but she wasn’t going to mention that part just yet. Sometime during the night, the small voice that had been trying to speak to her subconscious the past few days had finally managed to break through her dreams and she’d figured out exactly how to seal Damian behind the seal forever. She knew how, now all she had to do was find out if she could pull it off.
“I can practically feel your mind spinning, Kit. But first things first…” Trev moved her further into the steaming shower and positioned her under the large rainfall showerhead in the center of the large enclosure. Kit closed her eyes letting the warmth of the water seep into her tight muscles. The bites her mates had given her last night were healed but still tender, and Kit smiled when Trev’s soaped hands skimmed lovingly over those spots. “I know they are still sensitive, baby, but damn we love reminding you that you belong to us.” He washed her with a keen perception of all the places needing loving attention, and Kit felt herself sinking into a blissful state of relaxation that threatened to melt her into a puddle beneath his feet.
The scent of citrus and sage drifted around her as he washed her hair massaging her scalp until she actually swayed against him. “Hang on, baby, I’ll take care of you.” His soft promise was followed by him moving her to the large stone bench and rinsing the fragrant conditioner from her hair with one of the hand-held nozzles they’d installed when they’d remodeled the shower. Kit loved the one-way glass wall that let her look out over the expansive backyard of the estate, it gave her the feeling of showering in nature even when the winter weather made her want to snuggle in front of a warm fire.
Watching as Trev quickly cleaned himself, Kit couldn’t help but admire him. He and Jameson held her heart, they gave all of themselves to her, but they rarely gave her the opportunity to simply look at them. She knew they were mirror image twins, but they had never looked alike to her, but perhaps it was just because she considered their energy signatures to be so very different. Watching Trev’s tight abdominal muscles flex beneath his tanned skin as he washed his dark hair was making her mouth water with the need to outline each peak and valley with her tongue. The taste of their skin was different and Kit loved the fact she could tell them apart in the dark by just scenting or tasting them.
Kit felt her sex flooding as it prepared itself for her mate’s possession, just watching the way he moved, the innate grace of a predator made her blood heat and was quickly setting her body on fire. When he stopped moving, Kit let her eyes travel slowly up until they met his. “Baby, you need to stop looking at me like that or we’re not going to get out of the suite for hours—fuck, you’ll be lucky to get out of the shower before noon.” Before he’d even finished speaking she’d lowered herself to her hands and knees before slowly closing the distance between them. When she cupped his balls rolling them in her palm while her other hand stroked the heavily veined length of his cock she heard him groan, “Fuck me, baby. You’re going to kill me.” He felt like velvet covered steel and he was all hers. The power of that thought staggered her.
Enveloping the engorged head in her mouth, Kit head Trev’s gasped, “Goddamn, baby. Your mouth should be registered as a fucking weapon.” The rush of moisture to her sex filled the shower with her scent and Kit watched Trev’s nostrils flare in recognition. “I know you are sore this morning, baby, so I’m not going to fuck you. I want to play a game, though. As you blow my mind, I’m going to fill yours with a play-by-play of how it feels—and I’m going to try to make you come just from my words alone.” He moaned as she traced her tongue along the underside of his corona, “Do you want to play, love?”
Kit hummed her agreement knowing she was already on the fast track to climaxing just from the feel of him against her tongue. The more he filled her mouth with his taste the more excited she be
came. “That’s feels so good, baby. Let a shadow of your wolf come out, your tongue will get longer and rougher—holy fuck, that’s it, baby.” Kit made a conscious effort to link her mind to his and gasped at the feelings that moved through her. She caught swirls of color and glimpses of erotic images she knew instantly were flashbacks from their time together playing in his mind like an X-rated home movie. “You own me. I always dreamed of finding a mate who I could love but, baby, you are so much more. You ignite a hunger in me that I didn’t even know existed, and Goddess knows I had enough previous experience, I should have known it all.”
His words might have ignited jealousy if she hadn’t understood the deeper message behind them. Kit had avoided finding her mate because she hadn’t wanted to give up her freedom, what she had never envisioned was the she would simply be trading one kind of freedom for another. Sure, her men could be bossy and unreasonable, but they gave her wings to fly simply because she was confident in the knowledge they would always catch her if she fell. Tightening her lips around his throbbing cock, Kit pushed him to the back of her throat and swallowed several times knowing exactly how that deep massage of her throat muscles would affect him.
Glancing up, Kit watched Trev’s head fall back, his mouth open as he shouted her name. Tightening his hands in her hair, Trev’s mind went spinning and his pleasure pulled her along with him as they both flew right over the edge into a ravine of pure rapture. Kit felt her entire body convulse as her own orgasm rocked her clear to the bottom of her being. The hot pulses of his seed coated the back of her throat and swallowing each powerful jet seemed to prolong his release. When he finally pulled from her mouth, Kit sighed at the loss. Holding him in her mouth had been intimate—a connection unlike any other and she shivered. His voice finally broke the silence and it was only then she realized he’d turned off the water. “Come. We need to get you dry and warmed up.” Pulling her to her feet, he pulled a towel from the warming rack and blotted her hair before drying her quickly and wrapping her soft terry robe around her.
Cared for. Cherished. There wasn’t any feeling in the world quite as comforting as knowing she was safe in her mates’ care. They took far better care of her than she did of herself and she often wished she could thank their parents in person for raising such amazing sons. Before he let her go, Trev pulled her into his arms and just held her against his chest. “You are my heart, Kit. I love my brother. I adore my children. But, you are my heart. The terror I felt when I thought you were going to be buried alive in that deep cavern is something I never want to experience again.”
Kit cuddled closer and let the plan she’d been working on continue to play out in her mind. If things worked as she hoped they would, none of them would have to worry about Damian for much longer.
Chapter Seventeen
Jameson stood in the shadows of the “lab” as they called the building they’d built for Kit as a safe place to practice her magic watching as she and Braden struggled to project the hologram as Ruby and Cecil coached them from the side. He hadn’t mentioned Libby’s scare at the university because he hadn’t wanted to distract her, but he wouldn’t be able to it keep it from her much longer. He’d dispatched Charlie and Dirk to move Libby to the estate as soon as his contact at the police department had alerted him. The weapon she’d used to kill the man who’d attacked her with a jewel-encrusted sword was registered to him, so he’d been notified almost immediately.
The detective who’d called had been a friend for many years and Jameson appreciated the fact he’d taken extra care to watch over Libby until Charlie and Dirk had gotten to her. The two younger men had been beside themselves for allowing her out of their sight—Jameson could totally relate to their frustration. He intended to make sure Kit’s sweet friend was well protected until this was over, and then he’d sit back and watch as Charlie and Dirk learned what the other mated men in their pack already knew—keeping your woman safe was a full-time job.
Jameson refocused his attention on the four people standing in front of him. He knew Ruby and Cecil would be able to help when the time was right, but when he’d talked to the two older magicals earlier, they’d explained Kit and Braden needed to maximize their own abilities or nothing was going to work as planned. He had to admit, Kit’s plan to find out who was in the semi-circle of hooded figures she’d seen was important, but personally he’d rather they just send shockwaves through the rocks and bury the fucker alive. Damian had been causing heartache around the world for generations and it was high time he was stopped—permanently.
“Have you tried touching her while she attempts this?” Jameson had sensed Marcus’s presence at the estate, but was startled to find him standing so close. “You are a shifter, you are an earthbound creature. As magicals, Kit and Braden both draw energy from the earth, but they can’t maintain the level of connection they need unless they are well grounded. You can provide that. It may take you and your brother together, as a matter of fact, I can almost assure you that it will—but the boost it will give them will be exactly what they are lacking.”
Jameson turned to Marcus raising a brow in question. “How did you know what was going on here or do I even want to now?”
Marcus chuckled, “You probably don’t, but I’ll tell you anyway because I’m not sure you’ll believe me and it lets me off the hook either way.” There were times—like now—that Jameson really wasn’t in the mood for Marcus’s selfish bullshit, but he kept quiet. “Her grandfather asked me to help. Kit and Ruby are both so focused they aren’t hearing his whispers to them.” When Jameson just stared at him, Marcus smiled, “See, I knew you’d be skeptical—case in point for an earthbound creature. You believe what you see and question what you don’t, even if it is just as true. And I’ll remind you that you are part magical, so you could see the other dimensions of reality if you would just try.”
He and Trev had suffered through more than one lecture from Marcus about their inability to “see” the other dimensions Marcus swore were right in front of them. When they’d been lost in their grief, their mentor had insisted that all they had to do was open their minds and they would be able to see their parents standing but a few feet in front of them. But they’d insisted there wasn’t anything wrong with their eyesight and there was nothing but open space in front of them. Marcus Hines had always had a mystical attitude, but they hadn’t known he was actually magical until recently. That discovery had gone a long way to explain some of their previous discussions with the man.
Marcus leaned forward and challenged, “What do you have to lose in trying? Ask them to step outside, remove your shoes and socks, and stand in the grass so you are as anchored as possible. Then place your hands on Kit’s bare skin—preferably atop a chakra center. Step up behind her and place your hands beneath her shirt over her lower abdomen. When they begin again don’t let go.” Don’t let go? What the hell did that mean? When he turned to ask for an explanation, Marcus was gone. Damn, I hate it when he does that shit.
By the time Jameson had finished explaining Marcus’s instructions to Kit and Braden, Trev had joined them. He’d seen the sheen of tears in his sweet mate’s eyes when he had mentioned her grandfather’s failed attempts to whisper in her ear. Once they’d all moved outside, Jameson felt a sense of peace as he wiggled his bare toes down into the soft grass in front of Kit’s lab. He and Trev stood in a V behind their mate so they could each slip a hand beneath her shirt and the waistband of her pants to rest their palms over her bare abdomen. The connection was instantaneous and Jameson marveled at the fact that he could almost feel a current of power pulsing between the three of them.
Ruby and Cecil stood to the side—watching and waiting, their faces filled with an odd look of tension Jameson didn’t understand. Why are they so concerned about what Kit and Braden are going to see? Even before Trev had a chance to ask his silent question, Jameson remembered both Kit and Braden mentioning a semi-circle of people chanting in front of the seal. Perhaps those people are the
key. After all, Damian wasn’t a real threat as long as he was contained behind the magical seal. No leader—good or evil, has any real power without followers. And, Jameson was certain he remembered Devin mentioning something about Damian’s followers growing in numbers.
Looking up, Jameson realized Devin had joined them and all three magicals were studying him. Cecil nodded his head in silent acknowledgement and Ruby grinned before waving her wrinkled hand above her head to briefly flash a colorful image of a shining light bulb. Jameson chuckled at her cartoon representation of someone who had just figured something out. His affection for Ruby continued to grow as did his respect for her. He couldn’t hold back his feeling of loss as he wished his mother and fathers had lived to meet Kit. He often missed them for himself and his brother, but this was the first time he could honestly say he felt cheated out of being about to introduce his wife to them. Shaking his head to banish the melancholy he felt descending around him, Jameson flexed his fingers over Kit’s bare skin and whispered against her ear, “Your body is already warming as it prepares itself for your heat. I can feel the energy building within you. Let’s get this done so we can run in the moonlight tonight.” He felt her tense beneath his touch and licked the shell of her ear, “Consider it a prelude.”
Kit focused all of her energy on casting spell as she, Braden, and Devin chanted—the spell was supposed to send her spirit to the cavern that held the magical seal. That seal was the only thing separating Damian from the rest of the world—the seal Kit had unknowingly locked him behind when he’d intended to hurt Jameson and Trevlon. She still didn’t know how she’d done it, all she knew was that her desire to protect her mates had her do something everything considered impossible.