by Jenny Penn
She caught his mouth in a questing, hungry kiss. Catching his lip in her teeth, she sucked it into her mouth at the same moment she flexed and fucked herself along his length. With the force of a lightning bolt striking him, pure heat shot down his spine to engulf his balls in an inferno of flames that licked their way down his cock, forcing him to move.
Taking control once again he began a slow, steady pattern of withdraw and return. He relished in the small moans of enjoyment that broke from her lips over his. She twisted and writhed, trying to force him to increase his speed. He wanted that, but he enjoyed the soft demands that she panted out.
Sweat beaded between his shoulders and trickled down his forehead as he exerted more control than he had ever expected himself to be capable of. The pain of holding back was worth it as her sheath tightened even further around him, forcing him to forge through the tight fist of her muscles. Still he managed to hold back, to maintain his rigid control until she began to beg. Her lips fell from his to settle on his shoulder. In a perfect imitation of the mating bite, sharp, little fangs pierced his skin and broke the beast’s willpower.
With that tiny little bite she shattered him, reducing him to a thing of wild need. He gave in to the unquenchable hunger plaguing him and began to pound into her helplessly. Faster, harder, deeper until the sweat rolled off him in waves and his ears rang with the cries of her passion and the erotic slap of flesh against flesh.
Drawn to the mating mark he’d left on her weeks before, his lips locked over the healed wound. His tongue lapped at the sweet skin seconds before he pierced her with his fangs, driving his cock deeper than ever before at the exact same moment. Beneath him, his mate screamed as her cunt pulsed and spasmed into complete chaos.
The feel of his mate coming apart beneath him had the beast roaring seconds before its own release crashed down over him. The tidal wave of pleasure seared through flesh and bone to fill his soul with a primal sense of victory, possessiveness. She was his.
The satisfaction, both physical and emotional, had his balls swelling anew, firing out another shot of seed deep into her very womb even as the beast trembled and collapsed on top of his mate. If he’d been in wolf form, he’d have rolled onto his back for a long nap, so content was he.
The man, though, resurfaced, taking enough control to recognize Kristen’s small body, flattened beneath his own, still twitched and trembled with the aftershocks of her own climax. Jakob rolled, taking Kristen with him so that she draped over him like a sweaty, heated blanket. The soft feel of her secure in his arms had him chasing down that nap the wolf had suggested.
His fingers followed his eyes to the mark on her shoulder. Blood swelled up from the puncture wounds as the skin around darkened into the deep, somber shades of a bruise. Unable to help himself, he leaned down to lick the small hurt clean. He heard the wolf growl in contentment and only realized that it was Kristen a second later when she curved inward, arching her neck to give his lips better access.
He nuzzled her abused skin gently, feeling a tenderness he’d never experienced before flood through him. Kristen was his mate, but she was more than that. In the past two weeks she’d slowly started to fuse into him, making him feel incomplete and strangely empty when she wasn’t near.
He needed her. He would always need her. As his lips parted, his throat stumbled for the words to tell her how he felt, he heard the bedroom door slam open.
“You son of a bitch!”
Chapter 26Kristen almost jumped out of her skin as Kort roared into the room. Jerking straight up, her eyes widened on the sight of her enraged mate bearing down on them. Kort looked more than pissed, not that he directed any of his anger at her. He didn’t even spare her a glance as he stormed across the room.
“You swore you’d wait until I got back with dinner.” Kort threw that accusation at Jakob, who didn’t appear the least bit concerned.
“I lied,” Jakob admitted honestly with a great deal of relish.
There would be blood spilt in a moment if Kristen didn’t do something. Not that she had a lot of choices in how to stop the fight about to start. Scrambling to her feet as Kort finally pulled up to a stop in front of them, Kristen launched herself at him, using her body as a human shield. Before Kort could react, she plastered herself against his chest and wound her arms around his neck.
“You brought dinner? How sweet.” Kristen smiled up at Kort’s scowl and stretched to give him a kiss on the cheek. The small motion rubbed her naked curves into Kort’s clothed hardness, sending tendrils of wicked delight racing over her skin. Before she could distract herself further with the delightful sensation, Kort proved that he was not as enamored as her.
“It’s not sweet,” Kort stubbornly corrected. “It was supposed to be romantic. We were supposed to have a nice dinner, an honest talk, and sex, together.”
Jakob snorted, still languishing on the floor. “Kristen and I decided to skip to the sex part. More fun that way.”
“I bet,” Kort snapped, and for the first time actually appeared to notice Kristen. His gaze narrowed on her with obvious suspicion. “Did that bastard tell you he loved you?”
Kristen blinked, trying to absorb that question. Growled with a glare, it didn’t feel like a confession so much as an accusation, but still they’d obviously meant to include that in their honest talk. Now the question was, did they mean it?
“Kristen,” Jakob was suddenly on his feet, turning to her to meet his serious expression, “I love you.” He didn’t even take a breath before flipping Kort a triumphant smile. “There, I said it first. Now what you going to do?”
“Kristen,” Kort growled over her shoulder, his hands settling on her waist as if to move her out of the way. “Go wait in bed for the victor.”
“Excuse me?” She might not have been able to keep up with their testosterone laden insanity, but that sharp order snapped Kristen out of her confusion. Jerking free of Kort’s hold, she turned to confront him with her scowl, intending to show her mate that he wasn’t the only one who could throw a tantrum.
“Do you want me to put my clothes back on and leave?” she demanded to know. It was easy to imply that’s what she’d do when Kristen knew neither man would let her make it to the door. They had her in their house now, and she didn’t doubt they meant to keep her there.
At least the threat finally had Kort looking at her like the naked woman she was instead of some sack of feed in his way. Fist on hips, she thrust her pebble-tipped breasts out at him, trying to appear capable of carrying through with her threat no matter how sticky with arousal her inner thighs were.
“Because that’s exactly what I’ll do if the two of you don’t stop ruining my moment.”
“Yeah, Kort,” Jakob tossed out with a smirk. “You’re ruining our afterglow, so why don’t you go make yourself useful and set the table?”
“Jakob—”
Her reprimand disappeared beneath her shriek as the room suddenly flew past her. One second she was turning on her antagonizing mate, and the next she was bouncing over the mattress. The impact cut off her scream in time to hear the meaty thuds of something getting hit more than once.
Kristen barely managed to roll to a sit before Kort was on her, leaving Jakob crumpled on the floor behind him. Her last rational thought was that Kort had hurt his brother. Then she forgot all about Jakob as Kort pressed her deeper into the bed.
His heated breath fanned over her nipples, making them pucker. Her mind emptied over everything but anticipating the moment when his kiss would consume her tender tits. Firm but gentle, his lips broke over her swollen peaks, making Kristen sigh and arch up into the sweet, teasing suction of his mouth.
Expecting to be as roughly ravished as she’d been moments ago, the tender explorations of Kort’s kiss filled her with the warmth of being cherished. The soft, husky sensation bloomed through her lust, making her twist with needs long unfulfilled. They’d played, they’d fucked, but they’d never truly loved.
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ght would be different. Kort promised her that and more, his soft, husky whispers melting over her, into her and making her twist beneath the velvety tongue licking its way up her breast to Kristen’s other torrid peak. Every kiss along the way, Kort told her how much he adored her, how beautiful he found her, and just how much he loved her.
From the way his hands trembled as they swept over her body, Kristen knew he meant it. She was chosen. All her worries and fears faded under one single concern. Kristen wanted Kort to know he was accepted, that she wouldn’t deny him anymore.
Curling her fingers into his hair, she tugged his head up, leaving her tits furrowing against the rough scrape of his shirt. A question flashed in Kort’s confused gaze, a worry darkening his eyes and making her ache to assure him she’d never reject him again.
“Let me.” Kristen smiled, answering his unspoken question with the press of her body.
Without resistance, but still clearly uncertain, Kort allowed her to roll him over, reversing their positions. Settling over the hard planes of his chest, Kristen nuzzled her lips into his neck and breathed deep of the intoxicating musk making her light-headed with lust. He smelled too good not to take a taste.
With little licks, Kristen savored his earthy flavor, chasing after the shudders her kisses caused with little nibbles. Kristen peppered the tiny love bites across his neck, feeling the tension drain completely from the hard body pinned beneath her. It was a powerful aphrodisiac to have a man so strong and full of arrogance submit to the soft whisper of her lips over his skin.
“Let me show you how loved you are.”
Emboldened when he answered with a groan, Kristen lifted her chin to brush a kiss over Kort’s lips before dipping back to trace the line of his collar to the first button on his shirt. She could feel his skin flushing beneath her lips, feel how his heart jerked against her breast before taking off in a thunderous race when she popped the button free with her teeth.
One by one, the little plastic discs holding his shirt together disappeared into the bedding as Kristen traced the smooth line of skin that dipped all the way down to his belly button only to come out hairy on the other side. Rubbing her cheek into the soft fuzz that grew out of his waistband, Kristen teased him with a swipe of her tongue, eliciting a groan.
The harsh sound sucked in enough breath to pull his stomach taut and make a tiny gap beneath his belt buckle for her to explore. Pure heat greeted her tongue, radiating out of the massive erection straining for attention beneath his jeans.
Soon, real soon, she’d unwrap that treat and explore all his hardness, but first Kristen wanted to enjoy all the bronze skin stretched taut over the endless, rippling muscles covering his torso. Kort was magnificent, and he was hers.
After all the weeks of denying herself the joy of touching him, Kristen’s hands couldn’t stay still. They slid up his chest, brushing his shirt aside as she lifted onto her knees, making room for her touch to roam over his chest. He felt hot and smooth beneath her fingers, his nipples sensitive to their rolling flicks. He responded as she did all those times he’d tormented her tender tits, groaning and arching into her hands.
Kristen couldn’t help but take a taste. Kort growled, jerking under the first teasing roll of her tongue. Pushed apparently too far to remain passive anymore, his hands shifted, coming up to cover her breasts in hard grips that had Kristen trying to tug free before he stole her sanity and took control of the moment.
“No.” Kristen reached for his wrists, surprised when he let her pull his hands away from her swollen globes. “I want to love you.”
“Then allow me.”
Jakob’s order growled over her shoulder as the bed suddenly dipped beneath his weight. Rough and hot, his palms slid around to cover her breasts, using his hold to force her back to her knees and against hard heat.
“No, Jakob.”
Kristen whimpered her objection, fighting the pleasure streaking out from the nipples he caught in his teasing grip. He rolled the sensitive buds, making her mew. The fingers she’d wrapped around his wrists went slack, clinging to him as he pinched and pulled her throbbing tits.
“I want—”
“To show Kort you love him,” Jakob huskily finished for her. “Then show him.”
Kristen couldn’t, could barely breath as her heart stilled over the slow descent of Jakob’s hand. Her pussy swelled and creamed, greeting the first, blunt pass of his fingers over her slit with a shudder of delight. The sensation raced out of her cunt, sending a hard spasm of need through her whole body until it fell from her lips in a stuttered gasp.
Then his finger split open her wet folds to trap her clit beneath its callused tip, and Kristen forgot all about anything but the ecstasy whirling to greater and greater heights, spurred on by the relentless roll and pinch of Jakob’s rough touch.
“You promised Kort you’d love him, cupcake.”
Jakob’s dark voice had her eyes opening, blinking as the world wavered before her. Slowly it came into focus. Only because Jakob gentled his touch, giving her a chance to breathe and realize Kort had freed his erection. The long, hardened cock looked angry all flushed red and swollen with need. It stared at her, weeping from its unblinking gaze.
Tempted to taste, Kristen leaned down and licked the evidence of his arousal from the head of his cock. Kort growled, going tense as his gaze hardened with predatory intent. He wanted, and she would give. Keeping her eyes locked on his, Kristen obeyed the command in his silent stare, brushing another kiss over his sensitive head.
A wave of feminine satisfaction moved through her as his lips curled into another feral snarl. Strung taut with need, he was at her mercy now. Kristen didn’t intend on showing any as she gave herself over to the pleasure of enjoying her mate’s hardened flesh. Nuzzling her cheek against his thick cock, she let her eyes drift closed as Kort’s growls started rolling out one right after another.
Curious and intent on enjoying her treat, Kristen ignored the threat in his tone and took her time, lifting her hands to explore his hot masculine flesh with soft, slow strokes. She followed her fingers with teasing, chaste kisses, tracing a line all the way down his pulsing dick to his silky balls.
With a tender touch, she cupped his velvety sacs, learning the way he liked to be touched and that he really preferred being sucked. Trapping one tender sac between her lips, Kristen made Kort howl and Jakob growl. The hand softly toying with her breast abandoned her aching flesh to bury itself in her hair.
With a hard jerk, Jakob pulled her lips from his brother’s ball and back up to Kort’s weeping cock head. “You want to suck something, cupcake. Suck this.”
Kristen eagerly obeyed that order. Licking up the juice gathering along the slit in Kort’s cock head, she savored the salty fluid before tasting her way down the rest of his cock. Her lips split wide around his bulbous head and followed until his hard head bumped into the back of her throat.
Kristen swallowed, sucking in a little bit more of Kort’s thick shaft and delighting over the way he groaned and jerked beneath her. Clamping her lips tight around his wide dick, she pulled back slowly, dragging another moan from his lips.
“Again, cupcake. Make him sweat.”
Those were the kind of orders Jakob should always give, Kristen thought as she took Kort deep into her mouth once again. She took her time, tormenting him as he had her so often. She explored every inch of his hardness, learning all the ways he liked to have his dick licked, sucked, and even nipped.
A bold scrape of her teeth over the blood-gorged head of his cock finally snapped Kort’s control. He ripped her head free of Jakob’s hand, taking control over her motions and forcing her to suck him as fast and deep as she could. Taking him as he commanded, Kristen still had the ability to keep him from what he desired most.
Leaving her lips relaxed around his pumping shaft, she teased him by outracing his hand and fucking him faster than he could keep up. Tickles and giggles bubbled in her belly as Kort went wild beneath her, jerking a
nd bucking, trying to force a release in all the same ways she had so many times when he’d held her pinned down with his mouth devouring her cunt.
So lost in the joy of tormenting her mate, Kristen forgot about Jakob and how he didn’t like her to have control of anything. Not even his brother. Jakob reminded her of that fact with a single swipe of his tongue through the molten folds of her pussy. Aching from neglect, her cunt blossomed under Jakob’s mouth, eagerly accepting his kiss.
That quickly he wiped away all her focus and concentration, leaving her breathlessly awaiting the next bold, adventuresome lick of his tongue. That velvety intruder dance over her intimate flesh, twirling over her clit before dipping in to tease the spasming walls of her cunt. Kristen moaned, flexing her hips and opening her pussy up wide for his feasting.
The small gesture had a growl vibrating over her sensitive folds a second before his mouth latched on to her clit, and he retaliated by giving her exactly what Kristen had wanted. Jakob was merciless, driving her insane as he twisted and rolled her clit, making the tender bud throb so hard the pulses echoed through her whole body.
She didn’t fight the beast, giving herself over to the pleasure and letting it consume her even as her mates commanded her. With a hard tug, Kort reminded her that his dick still waited. Denying him no more, she sucked down hard on his cock. Matching the relentless tug of Jakob’s lips on her clit, she shared the ecstasy rolling through her with Kort, letting him fuck her mouth hard and fast.
Together they raced toward the final detonation, when the pleasure would explode and consume them both. Then it pounded through her, hammered home by the sudden, deep penetration of a hard, hot cock forcing her cunt wide around its girth. She screamed as Jakob fucked his thick length deep into her spasming pussy, driving himself all the way into her clenching depths.
Then he fucked her, hard and fast, riding the waves of her release to the sweetest of peaks, but not the highest. Despite all the pleasure, Kristen needed more. She needed both her mates, needed to feel them buried deep inside her as they all came together.