Raining Kisses (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 2)

by Sascha Illyvich

  “Make friends with Józsi. He’s tried, really. He’s not an easy man to deal with and he frustrates Selene.”

  The former pack witch had returned? Fuck, shit just got heavy. He remembered her from his childhood; saw her storm off after yelling at Kiba. The old fuck tried to raise his fist to her and found himself on the wrong side of Death's door until he apologized.

  Then she’d left, damning the wolves for good and swearing to never return.

  "Selene's back?" He said the question as though he had to confirm it. Yeah he'd heard it in the pack chatter, tried to ignore that most of the time. It was one of those things that filtered into his mind, then left the second he found a female or poured a drink.

  Katarina arched a brow. “You don’t follow the pack chatter on the wind?”

  He refused a response, preferring silence until her smile faded.

  “You really don’t want us, do you?”

  He pushed back from her, knelt before her, took her face in his hands and searched her eyes. Of course he wanted her, that’s why he did what he did. To protect them, but…

  “I love you.”

  “Say it again, please. The right way.”

  He couldn't resist her begging. The wolves were born of Hungarian deities, that meant Magyar culture was theirs, not the humans. Had he believed in the legends, wolves were put on this Earth to protect man, just as Les had proclaimed earlier, but they were here first. Guardians to scout the lands the gods had made for man. His heritage could be traced back, just as a wolf, all the way back to the creation of the world, which at this point, made him a Hungarian.

  “Please?”

  Her voice dropped an octave, took on a smoky quality that hardened him instantly. His heartbeat picked up and he felt heat over his skin. Of course the look in her eyes was a mixture of lust and love, begging and sultry siren. Truly, her emotions broadcast in her beautiful dark green eyes.

  “Szeretlek.”

  Her lips curled upward in a smile that seemed to light his world. He stood slowly, appreciative of how she held on, then he pushed her head against him just to feel her nearness.

  Katarina leaned into his stomach. “I’ve always liked your body, Nicholaus.”

  Looking at her, he cupped her chin. “Kiss me.” He tilted her head up.

  Katarina rose and leaned forward.

  Closing his eyes, he let her mouth touch his, taste his lips. Her tongue swirled over his lips, first on his bottom lip then over his top lip. “I’ve always enjoyed your lips, drága. Loved the way they felt pressed against mine.”

  Breathing in her scent, the overpowering sweetness of fruit, Nicholaus pressed harder against her mouth, opening his to give her tongue easier access.

  Katarina’s tongue swirled around the inside of his mouth. She tugged him to his feet.

  He felt it dip behind his teeth, over the edge of his canines, around his lips. His cock hardened, knees went weak.

  Katarina’s hands circled around his waist. Her nails dug into his skin, drawing blood.

  If he let her take over now, she’d be taking control from him. He’d be bound to them both if she drew blood and drank from his wound. “What are you doing?” He pulled away from the kiss.

  Sealing her lips over his, she thrust her tongue into his mouth again, pushing him back against the bed.

  “You’re,” she pulled away and nipped his chin, “actually here, Nicholaus. Truly,” she lowered her head to his chest and nipped his collarbone again, “really with us in the flesh.”

  He swore he heard the unfinished “but not mentally” bit, yet her teeth felt like pinpricks. Her tears burned hot against his cool skin. Settling his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her away to arm’s length. “You can’t want me as much as I scent, can you?”

  She shook her head and guided him to the bed. “Szeretőm, I want you. I need you. I’ve needed you like air.” Her voice dropped low, husky. Eyes remained half open.

  Her hands pressed to his chest. She climbed on top of the bed and straddled him.

  Heat from the juncture of her legs settled perfectly over his cock. Of course he felt the dampness soaking her jeans.

  Squeezing her thighs around his, she fell forward. Hair spilled over her shoulders, draping over her like a thick red cloak. Flames of desire danced in her eyes.

  Nicholaus licked his lips. Shifting his weight beneath her, he settled his hands on her luscious hips.

  Katarina’s hands cupped his. “Like this.” She slid their hands over her hips, up her sides and stopped at her breasts. “Squeeze me.”

  Full, luscious breasts filled Nicholaus’ hands. Thumbing her nipples into tight peaks, he squeezed and watched her throw her head back. She arched her body forward, sending her hair cascading down her shoulders. She fell forward, crushing her chest to his. Katarina’s lips sealed over his.

  Nicholaus inhaled sharply, sucked in her tongue and felt her caress his mouth. Moaning into her, he arched his hips upwards against the soft, heated wetness between her thighs. “These,” he mouthed, “need to come off.”

  Katarina pulled away and ducked her head into his shoulder, nipping his collarbone.

  He yelped and slapped her ass.

  Katarina gave him a dirty look before biting his lower lip.

  Nicholaus hissed, pressing his hips harder into her. Her sexual prowess never failed to arouse him painfully. He'd never forget that, not in a million years.

  Moaning, Katarina ground her hips into his harder, rocking faster and faster.

  Nicholaus’ cock throbbed painfully beneath his pants from the friction she was creating. “I mean it.” That familiar build up started low in his loins, his every nerve begged for contact of skin against skin. He reached between them and pulled his zipper down. Hurriedly, he undid the snaps of his trousers. His cock sprang upwards.

  Katarina took hold of him and began pumping him. “I need this. Krys will join shortly I'm sure of it.” Katarina lifted herself off Nicholaus and rolled to one side. With one hand, she undid her pants. Shoving them down her hips, she revealed pink panties and creamy thighs.

  Nicholaus’s gaze rested on the dark thatch of curls covering her sopping core. “You’re not a natural redhead?”

  She grinned. “Are you really worried about that now?”

  He licked his lips. “Sit on me, drága.”

  “You’re playing and not going to invite me?” Krystyna’s voice cut throughout the room.

  Katarina shifted her weight, “We were just hoping you’d join us.”

  Nicholaus looked over Katarina’s shoulder to see Krystyna standing in the doorway, towel wrapped around her body. “Drop the towel, Krys.”

  She crossed her arms over her ample chest. “You are not my boss.”

  Nicholaus caught sight of the slight rise and fall of her breasts. “You’re right. I am your mate.” He found his voice, barely.

  She walked forward slowly. Her chin titled upward, she closed her eyes partially. “You’re a bastard.”

  He looked at Katarina.

  Katarina slid off Nicholaus, fingers gliding over his cock before she left the bed.

  “And I am your mate too,” she cooed to Krystyna “Please play with us.”

  Nicholaus watched Krystyna’s expression change from anger to softness, sensuality. Lust filled her eyes, flames of desire danced wildly. This wasn't Katarina's energy, he'd have felt that through the bond the three of them shared. Rather, it was her pure lust for him.

  Katarina’s mouth sealed over Krystyna’s. Hands wrapped around Krystyna’s body. The towel fell to the floor.

  Nicholaus was treated to a view of full hips, ripe breasts with dark areoles and beaded nipples. Krystyna’s hair hung in dark ringlets past her shoulders. Plump, red lips begged for teeth to be dragged across them, tongues to caress them.

  “Please,” he mouthed to Krystyna, “come here.” His body burned from lack of contact now.

  Katarina pulled Krystyna to the edge of the bed. “See his nice
erection, Krys? It’s for us.”

  “Bah. It’s for you.” She waved a hand dismissively.

  How could she think otherwise? If it weren't for her he wouldn't be here, not really. Katarina wouldn’t come on her own. Besides, it was much easier to flirt with her and ease her temper than to fight with her. “I beg to differ. It’s for both of you,” he winked.

  Krystyna licked her lips.

  His eyes widened, eyelashes batted at her. “Touch me, Krystyna. Please?”

  “You never beg.” Tentatively, Krystyna reached for his cock. It bobbed in her hands until she sealed her fingers around it.

  Warmth surrounded his throbbing erection. “That’s it, lover. Play with me.” He couldn't help the growls coming from him.

  She began pumping him slowly, dragging one fingernail across his thigh at the same time.

  He shuddered, hips arching upward.

  Katarina sealed her mouth over Krystyna’s.

  Krystyna moaned, cupping Nicholaus’ balls. Tugging gently at first, she played, caressed, then tugged harder.

  He hissed through gritted teeth at the sensation of pain and pleasure shooting through him. Nails dug into his thigh and he yelped again. Lips sealed over his. He wasn’t sure whose mouth at first, but a quick sweep of his tongue over soft, plump lips let him know it was Krystyna by her taste.

  Her angry kisses forced him against the bed. He felt her anger at his leaving in every kiss, touch and caress.

  She let go of his cock. “If this continues, I’ll hurt you.”

  He shook his head slowly, eyes closed. “No. You won’t. I’m a big boy now. Separation from you both was punishment enough. Please don’t deny me, Krys.”

  Katarina licked her lips. “Taste him, then me.”

  The weight of remorse decided to rear up now, pissing him off. He shook the weight off his shoulders and met Krystyna's angry stare. “I'm so sorry, lover. I’m here now. Please, join and let me make amends. Please.”

  Krystyna dipped her head down, engulfing his cock between her lips.

  Her hot mouth sealed tight over his cock, engulfing him in intense flames and making him suck in a breath.

  Her tongue snaked over his cock, under the sensitive shaft and over his head.

  Clutching the sheets, he only could undulate beneath her. “Goddess, Krystyna. Your mouth is—”

  Pulling up the length of his shaft, she tilted her head and nipped him lightly.

  Again, he exhaled and slammed a free hand into the bed. Proper thought, worry and fear fled from the heat of her mouth. His heart started pumping blood through him and the wolf inside, his true being, wagged its tail.

  Krystyna drew his balls into her mouth, her tongue flicking over each one.

  Sweat broke out on Nicholaus’ brow. His body tightened. His balls tried to draw against his body but Krystyna wouldn’t let them.

  She sucked and licked his cock, the head and balls before dipping her tongue between his ass cheeks.

  Squirming, Nicholaus stiffened. Watching a hand reach out for Katarina, he saw fingers disappear into her soaked pussy.

  She swallowed a breath and fell over Nicholaus, biting his chest, his nipples, neck and jaw.

  “You belong to us,” Katarina whispered.

  Something was wrong. Nicholaus knew something was terribly wrong the moment he looked down at Krystyna.

  Krystyna popped the head of his cock out of her mouth and glanced at him with lust filled eyes. Oh, and that sexy dominant manner she possessed made him wonder why she wasn't the head of this triad, but her breathy tone shoved the question from his mind. “You are ours, Nicholaus. And I’m going to make sure you stay that way.”

  “What are you—” He struggled against them but Krystyna pinned him down. Teeth dug into his thigh hard enough to draw blood. “You didn’t!” A flash of light burst before his eyes so bright it blinded him momentarily. He blinked, trying to see through the brightness but found only darkness, then felt the burning bit of flesh, the dull pain of blood pumping through an open wound, being sucked through him.

  Lips pressed against his flesh, his head swam. Then he looked down, and saw Krystyna.

  Krystyna looked over his cock, possessiveness in her eyes. “Katarina, are you going to follow me?”

  Without a word, Katarina dipped her head over his heart, her hair covering her head completely. “I’m not apologizing, Nicholaus. I love you this much.” Teeth dug into his skin, drawing blood.

  The blinding light hit again, slamming into him and making his body jerk all over the bed before it stopped and the light rescinded. Tremors rocked his body while he shook against her mouth and struggled to break free.

  Once a tongue licked the wound, his body settled.

  “With these wounds, we draw blood. With these wounds, we bind you to us. You are our mate forever, Nicholaus.” Both women repeated the phrase once more.

  He waited; unaware of what would come next. What had they just done? Damned him to a life with the pack? He looked at them, abject horror registering on his face before a powerful sensation slammed into his body, causing his climax. Pain flashed behind his eyes that melded into pleasure and the next thing he felt was Krystyna’s tight pussy milking him.

  Letting out a bliss filled sigh, he found his body once again on auto pilot, with him sitting, pumping into Krystyna’s tight, velvet pussy.

  Arms wrapped around Krystyna and himself, forcing his energy into his cock while Krystyna rode him.

  “I love you, Nicholaus. Please remember that.”

  He couldn't remember anything feeling this much like home in his entire life. Not even when he was growing up and called Hungary home.

  No, home wasn’t a location. It was a state of mind, he decided, while sitting between his two lovers.

  They’d done the one thing unheard of in many years among mates, even now in troubled times.

  They’d claimed him and bound him to them. The males who stayed behind and accepted fate via Prophecy let the mating and claiming happen and although the pack was poor and scrawny, the others seemed happy. But Nicholaus was different. Didn’t they realize how dangerous that was? What happened to one mate could affect the other or others.

  Goddamn it.

  Krystyna rose and sank down on his cock, forcing him back to the present and the beautiful woman riding him. Her legs wrapped around Katarina and his hips, pulled them together and moved them in unison.

  Nicholaus licked his lips at the sight of her breasts bobbing up and down. His hands reached for Krystyna, but one hand was pulled toward Katarina.

  “You’ll fill me with your cock later, but now finger fuck me!” Even his little baby had become a vixen. Any remaining blood he had in his mind flowed south from the sound of her breathy voice.

  Carefully, he reached around and slid his fingers inside Katarina’s wet canal. Spreading his fingers apart, he felt around her slickness, trying to maintain focus while Krystyna rocked back and forth on him.

  Her hips squeezed his, the soft contact against his hard thigh reminding him that even though she was angry with him, and what they’d just done to him was treachery, she was still soft, sweet and feminine.

  Still a beautiful, special wolf like Katarina.

  His balls drew up against his body. Tension built inside him like a coil wound up too tight. His true release came quickly, forcing spasms throughout his body that rocked the bed, shook his entire being and drained him of his seed.

  His orgasm triggered Krystyna’s. Her nails dug into his flesh hard enough to draw blood again. Fingers dug into her skin and drew blood. The wolf in him needed to drink.

  If he held off, the bond would only be half complete. Well, a third in this case.

  “Oh my goddess.” Katarina must…he sniffed, smelled the copper in the air from her wound.

  “Fuck.”

  “That would be the point, Drágám. Bite and suck, complete the bond or lose us completely.” Katarina shoved her arm into his mouth.

  Wa
rm blood trickled down his thigh but he could only stare at the arm, the wound in front of him. The choice didn't have time to be made, it needed action. Nicholaus tasted, licked the blood and felt the coppery punch in his mouth before Katarina shook behind him, her orgasm wracking her body into multiple spasms that tore her arm from his mouth.

  “Now me.” Krystyna shoved his head down toward her thigh. She would have wounded her leg, his favorite part. No scars, not physical ones anyway.

  He met her stare briefly enough to know she wasn’t fucking around.

  “Yes. I’ll do this for you to prove to you I'm sorry.” And to prove his undying love for them.

  He whispered the last bit, then licked the wound, tasted her iron filled goodness, let it fill his mouth while he sucked. Fingers raked over his scalp, tugged his hair. Nails dug into his flesh, he wasn’t sure whose.

  It didn’t matter.

  Krystyna's body spasmed again, another orgasm rocking her well and good.

  He took the instant to reposition himself and fill both women with his fingers stroking coaxing another orgasm out of them.

  Both women shook so hard they gripped him, yelling loud enough in pleasure to wake the dead.

  His fingers stiffened inside Katarina and were joined by another pair of fingers.

  Katarina clamped her thighs together around the two pairs of fingers buried deep inside her. Moving her hips up and down, she rode the hands into a blissful orgasm, throwing her head back in the midst of cries for both her lovers.

  The lights disappeared; the magic sank into the three of them, sealing their fates forever.

  Krystyna fell to one side of Nicholaus, Katarina, the other.

  Both women laid a hand across his chest.

  Nicholaus turned to face Krystyna. He’d just completed the bonding ritual. No other wolves in the pack had done that, he’d have scented it.

  Wouldn’t he?

  In truth, this ritual was so old he was surprised his lovers knew about it. Of course, with his erratic behavior after…it didn’t surprise him they’d go looking for something to hold onto him with.

  He hoped he could hold onto himself too, but doubt was a powerful motivator. Especially when you doubted you could keep your lovers safe from you.