by Jenny Penn
They’d drained all the tension from her body with their playful teasing, but it had only slipped down to pool in her breasts and lower down in the hidden folds of her pussy where her sex nearly vibrated with anticipation. Still, Kristen smothered the need to force their attention to where she wanted it most by clenching her fingers deeper into the mattress. This moment was too good to rush.
By the time one long, supple tongue curled along the crease of her lower breast, Kristen had no more objections to anything they planned to do and let her legs fall open in invitation to the other tongue that had rolled down along the seam of her thigh to warm the outer seam of her pussy. He nuzzled open her swollen lips wider until his tongue could taste her with one long, endless lap.
Kristen moaned, arching her hips and offering herself up to his tasting even as she gave over the battle and buried her hands in the thick tresses of the male licking his way up one breast. Curling her fingers around the solid muscles of his neck, she forced his head to roll, arching herself up into the fur to tease the nipple buried in his hair.
It felt so good she couldn’t be bothered to stop and worry why the other one had ceased his playing. Letting the need run wild through her, Kristen gave herself over to the savage urges filling her with every toying circle of that wicked tongue around her nipple. He was driving her insane, making her lust for the matching pleasure that should have been echoing out of her cunt.
In a silent appeal to show her complete acceptance, Kristen abandoned the head staring to rub and grind against her tit on its own. Reaching down, she spread her pussy lips with her own finger in a bold offer to the beast that had already settled down between her splayed legs. The sign of her total submission ripped a roar out of the man that ended in a scream as Kristen bucked up against the tongue that lashed its way right down her clit to fuck its full length up into her clenching cunt.
No longer a gentle cleaning or delicate tasting, that wicked tongue devoured her flesh, making her cunt spasm and weep as it raced up and down her walls, thrilling her but not filling her near enough to find the release. The pressure building inside her only intensified with every stroke that almost brushed over that magical spot that would give her ease.
The male denied her. Toying with her as his tongue danced all around where she needed his touch most, he drove the passion in her until it consumed her. Screaming for more as she writhed in agony from too much pleasure, Kristen lost control of her body.
Her legs flailed, kicking at him in desperation as she clawed at his head. She tried to throw him off, hoping for a moment of peace if she couldn’t have release, but the beast growled back, rearing up as he lunged over her.
Rough, heated skin enveloped her as the thick, bulging muscles of his thighs pressed hers wide apart. Without hesitation he plunged deep and fucked the full length of his engorged cock into her pussy.
Kristen jerked, arching up into his savage penetration as her whole body spasmed with the glory of finally being filled. Hot, hard, and so thick she could feel every crease and vein along the powerful length of cock rubbing into the tender walls of her sheath as he pounded himself relentlessly deeper.
She met him thrust for thrust, keeping her back arched so her hips could match his in the wild dance that had her straining to feel every inch of him because he felt too good. Her pussy was aflame with a pleasure so intense it felt like she’d explode at any second.
Then he twisted his hips and slammed into her from an entirely new angle, and she came apart. Kristen screamed, clawing at him as her body bucked in wild abandon, still trying to wrest every drop of ecstasy that had started to flow out of her pussy with each stroke that ground every endless inch of his dick over that magic spot. As the rapture began to storm through her body, it carried with it the thunder of one word growled right in her ear.
“Mine.”
The sting of two fangs sinking into her shoulder sent a sliver of pain lancing through her pleasure, burrowing a fissure that only expanded into a whole new level of pleasure. Kristen screamed out as it catapulted through her, feeling her whole body convulse with wave after wave of blissful delight until finally she drowned under the magnitude of her own climax and sank into the relaxing depths of unconsciousness.Jakob gave Kort a moment or two after he collapsed on top of their mate in a shuddering pool of sweaty limbs before prodding him. Normally he wouldn’t have to, but normally Kort wouldn’t still be nearly panting as he tried to catch his breath.
“You done?” Jakob asked in a pointed hint for Kort to get off their mate. He didn’t take it. From somewhere buried in Kristen’s neck, Kort groaned back. “Yes.”
“Feeling like moving?”
“No.”
“Well, do it any damn way,” Jakob snapped, tired of trying to be patient. “You’re going to smother our woman.”
With a grunt at that bit of concern, Kort heaved himself up on an arm that Jakob could still see trembling, and managed to flop over onto his back with none of his usual grace. Actually, Kort looked ready to follow their mate into slumberland, which would normally be worth ribbing him about.
One round of fucking only tired the weak men out. Or men who had attained a level of pleasure that went beyond description, Jakob bet, because Kort wasn’t weak. That was the last word to describe the way he’d just torn into Kristen, not that the darling had appeared to mind at all.
Even in her sleep, she was smiling. Jakob studied her features, gone soft now with satisfaction, and couldn’t help but get lost for a moment. God, but she was a pretty thing, and his, his to protect, his to cherish, and his to fuck any way he liked.
“You gonna need a moment?” Jakob glanced over at Kort, who looked like he might very well have passed out.
He sounded half asleep when he grumbled back an answer. “Maybe two. At least.”
“I’ll get the darling cleaned up then,” Jakob assured him, not at all certain Kort heard. He didn’t wait to see whether his brother had something to check out the bathroom. The tub looked like it would be fun to play in, but the water had all gone cold.
Pulling the plug, he eyed the showerhead. It was small, which matched the space they’d have to fit into given the tub was the basin. It would be a tight fit, and Jakob knew how to maximize that effect.
Getting what he needed from the bag Kort had brought, Jakob set everything up before going to rouse his passed out mate. Glistening with sweat and still flushed from being so well loved, Kristen was still sprawled out on the bed, looking too limp to be alive.
His poor, little mate, she was obviously used to the stamina of those limp-dicked Narins. Maybe, Jakob thought hopefully, tomorrow she’d wake up happy, even thankful to finally learn how much better the Covenanters did everything.
Chapter 6Tex sauntered out of the bathroom to find Cal waiting for him on the edge of his bed alone. He lifted a brow over that fact as he fished out a pair of sweats from his drawer, not that Cal seemed too inclined to comment on his solo status.
“Strike out?” Tex prodded his twin, knowing damn well and good that Cal never struck out.
“Eh, nothing good to eat,” Cal muttered, shrugging off Tex’s snicker. “How did your end work out?”
Tex took the time to throw off the towel he had wrapped around his waist and step into the sweats before even considering how to answer that question. As a matter of habit he enjoyed lying about anything to anybody but his brother. Tex figured that was his feral nature showing itself, except that feral wolves didn’t even have loyalty to a twin. Still, he was half Covenanter, and that made him unable to envision a life where he didn’t have Cal sharing in all his secrets.
Except this one, and mostly because it was humiliating. Of course Cal read that thought in Tex’s silence and smirked. “I’m going to guess not good. Couldn’t get the rabbit to come out the hat, huh?”
“It’s just sickening.” Tex sighed and flopped down on his bed. “I’ll tell you this, though, it was hot. I mean the kind of fun that might make me reevaluate the
benefits of finding ourselves cursed like a Covenanter.”
Cal snorted at that and turned his chin to cast Tex an amused look. “We’re not cursed like our cousins. If we were, we would have felt the pull to mate and spent the last ten years searching for that special one.”
“Yeah?” Tex lifted his head to glare back at his twin. “Then you want to tell me why my dick doesn’t stand up and salute while I’m watching a nice set of tits bounce around as their owner gets doublestuffed by her mates?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just broke.” Tex shot his brother a onefinger response for that obnoxious retort. “Or maybe they weren’t such a nice set of tits in the first place.”
“Right, and there really wasn’t anything good to snack on at the bar tonight despite the fact that all the Covenanter musk floating around this dink town attracts a constant flow of some mighty finelooking women.”
“It was late,” Cal shot back. “All the good pickings had already been snatched up.”
This time Tex got to snort at that piece of stupidity. “Yeah, it is late, a whole fucking month late. I can’t live much longer without sex, Cal.”
“So what the hell do you want me to do about it? Buy you a pump?”
He should have whacked Cal over the head for that crack, but Tex got caught in thinking about his answer to his brother’s first questions. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, hunt down the woman responsible for his condition and make her pay in ways she’d never dreamed up, ways that would make what Kort and Jakob did to Kristen look like they were practicing from an old manual.
Tex would have followed that urge, too, if he weren’t a little suspicious that the woman hadn’t done this to him on purpose. If anybody around this area knew how to pull off some voodoo love spell, she knew. Worse, she had just the kind of sense of humor to be amused by Tex and Cal’s suffering.
Most of all, though, Tex feared she could do a lot worse things to them if they pissed her off. He didn’t like being afraid of a woman. It chafed his ego, but even that burn didn’t make Tex stupid enough to take on his enemy before he’d figured out what the hell she’d done to him. Then he’d make sure she suffered the consequences.
“I don’t care what she’s done to us.” Tex sat up so he could lean in and give his vow to Cal man-to-man. “But one day Lilly Masterson is going to pay—She’s back.”
Tex forgot his pledge to vengeance as his eyes caught on the twinkling glimmer starting to glow in the middle of the room. It had him going still as he tensed in anticipation, waiting to see what appeared from the mist. Sure enough, a familiar face effervesced to life before their very eyes.
“Maybe she’s the one who did it to us,” Cal whispered not too quietly.
They’d gotten to know this ghost, given she’d been trailing them around for about a month. Tex cocked his head and studied her, trying to see if he felt any attraction for the woman. It was hard, given he could kind of see right through her, but he couldn’t hear anything she was yelling at them. The woman didn’t even have a scent to pick up, but then he didn’t figure ghosts would.
“How?” Tex finally asked, not seeing any rhyme or reason to Cal’s comment.
“Well maybe she’s our…no.” Cal shook his head, appearing to see how stupid that comment was about to sound. It didn’t take him but a moment to perk back up. “Maybe she works with Lilly, for her. Or maybe Lilly controls her or something.”
Tex didn’t think that sounded all too believable, but if somebody had asked him if he believed in ghosts two months ago he would have laughed. Given that he couldn’t be certain of anything, Tex was willing to give Cal’s theory a try. He hefted his tired ass out of bed and stalked up to the nearly visible woman.
As usual she was waving her hands, making gestures while she tried to mouth words that Tex couldn’t hear. That obvious desire to communicate had turned the strange situation of being haunted into an entirely bizarre one as they’d developed a kind of dialog, not that it created any real bond.
Just the opposite of appearing happy at Tex’s approach, the ghost gave the distinct impression of being annoyed with him. Heaving a visible sigh that made no sound, her hands settled down into the crooks of her arms as she crossed them over her chest. She didn’t need to have form for that chin to look arrogant as it tilted up.
“Hey, darling.” Tex ignored her obvious irritation and offered the same grin he would have a real woman. “How you doing tonight?”
Her chin dipped, and her brow arched as, without a single word, she let him know how pathetic she thought his attempt at charm was.
“That’s good to hear,” Tex stated as if she’d actually answered. “Now tell me something, darling, do you know a woman named Lilly Masterson?”
Her hands shifted as with a shrug, she clearly responded, “Who?”
Tex shot Cal a look, waiting to see how he took that bullet hole to his theory. Apparently not well, from the dirty look he shot back. “Like she’d tell us the truth if she did. Everybody lies, even dead people.”
That got a one-finger retort from the ghost and a snicker from Tex.
“Yeah, baby, go find yourself a body and I’ll scratch that itch for you,” Cal snapped back barely taking a breath.
“Dude,” Tex interrupted before the woman could make another lewd gesture. “You’re arguing with a mute ghost, again. Think about how stupid that is and you—Hey, you, look at me.” Tex snapped his fingers in front of the woman’s glimmering face to draw her stuck-up look back in his direction. He leaned in close, hoping he was just as intimidating to a spirit as he was to normal people. “Stop spying on me in the shower.”
The girl snickered, pumping a loosely curled fist in the obviously rude attempt to remind him how many times she’d caught him jacking off, or at least trying to. The damn woman knew that part, too. Her other hand joined her first as she lifted them both to mime tears rolling out her eyes. A moment later, they cut away to measure out barely an inch of space as she broke into a smug grin. That had Cal shooting straight off the bed.
“Damnit! I told you so.”
Chapter 7Jakob woke up with the kind of disorientation he hadn’t felt since childhood. It was gray outside, so it could be dawn or dusk, but this certainly wasn’t his bed or bedding. Holding up the white and pink floral comforter, he stared at it, knowing it meant he was in a woman’s bed. Then a sweet scent hit him as he breathed deep, trying to rally his sleep-fogged brain cells to think, and had him going blind stupid again.
Inhaling the fragrant mixture of sex, musk, and the perfect woman, Jakob felt his cock start to stir as memories of the night returned to him. It was about morning and time to pay the piper, but technically the sun hadn’t risen yet, which made it still the night and Kristen fair game. Happy to accept any rationalization that allowed him to indulge one more time in the pleasures of having found his mate, Jakob rolled to the side in search of her.
Curled up into a tight ball in the middle of the bed, Kristen had tucked her legs all the way up into her chest and slept like she was on permanent guard. Jakob smiled at the cute picture she made, a tempting one, too. Sliding closer, he found himself rebuked with a slap the very second he touched her. Too quick to catch, her hand lashed out and smacked his away as she grumbled at him.
“Go away.”
* * * *
“She’s been like this for the past half hour.” Kort’s comment drew Jakob’s gaze up to where his twin studied their mate from the front side of her. Smirking, he nodded to Kristen. “Watch this.”
With one finger, he slowly reached out until its tip brushed against rounded curve of her knee. Instantly she smacked his hand, grumbling even harder.
“Go away!”
Kort snickered and drew his hand back as he cast an amused glance over her head. “She does that every time, but I don’t think she’s awake.”
Jakob didn’t think so either. She wasn’t tense, and her breaths came in deep and even. Cocking a brow at her position, he shot Kort a
speculative glance. “You been bugging her for a while, haven’t you?”
“About an hour,” Kort admitted, his gaze narrowing as he eyed some spot on Kristen. “Been trying to wake her so we could have some more fun, but the poor Narin doesn’t seem to have any more stamina left.”
That comment was obviously designed to bait her out of a fake sleep, but it didn’t elicit even a hesitation of the soft sigh she made every time she breathed out. Kort shrugged and extended that finger back out. This time toward the spot he’d been studying.
“So, I’m getting what amusement I can out of her.”
“Go away!” This time instead of hitting Kort, Kristen jerked and rolled all the way to her other side, Jakob’s side.
“Eventually she’s got to wake up,” Kort reasoned, obviously searching for the next spot to poke.
“And be pissed as all hell,” Jakob tacked on. “Which she’s going to be anyway, so why do you have to make it worse by irritating her?”
“Because I’m thinking she isn’t going to be so mad,” Kort stated in the hopeful kind of tone that begged to be agreed with.
Jakob snorted at his twin’s forced optimism and had a rebuke coming when the distant chime of his cell phone cut him off. The sound drew an annoyed glance from Kort, the kind of look that said he’d been listening to the sound for too long. Given it had just started, Jakob figured that meant it wasn’t the first call he’d gotten that morning.
“So how long you been ignoring that?”
“About eight calls in the past half hour.” Kort shrugged, like he wasn’t at all concerned about who would be so desperate to get in touch with them. Jakob could take a fair guess and half felt like ignoring it himself.
“Can’t run from them forever.”
That bit of wisdom didn’t get anything more than another shrug from Kort. Instead, he appeared completely consumed with trying to manipulate Kristen into some predetermined pose. As Jakob watched, Kort very carefully poked Kristen in the foot, making her leg instantly kick straight down the bed to throw off his touch. From Kort’s grin, Jakob assumed that’s what he wanted to happen, but he didn’t bother to ask why given his phone started to ring again.