Claiming Kristen

by Jenny Penn

  Dimly aware of Kort’s roar of satisfaction or the seed she swallowed as his cock jerked and pulsed between her lips, Kristen dragged her head up, pulling free of Kort’s slackening grip. Jakob had eased his motions, letting her release relax back into a seething pool of wanton need.

  His grip remained firm, the sawing motions of his cock inside her cunt hard. Only his tempo had slowed. It followed her when she crawled forward, making her knees tremble as every inch of hardness she pulled free of slammed back into her a second later. He fucked her hard enough to make her breath catch, but too slow to make her heart race.

  “Please,” Kristen panted, the rest of the words lost in a whimper as Kort’s wide palms shaped themselves over her breasts.

  “Please what, cupcake?” Jakob growled. “You want Kort to suck those tits while I fuck this pussy, or maybe, you’d like him to lick your clit while I ream this cunt?”

  Kristen shuddered at his wicked suggestions, wanting them but still wanting something more. Mindless with the need for the feel of both of them, Kristen tried again to crawl over Kort’s still-hard cock. Unable to form full sentences, Kristen gave in to her primitive side and grasped Kort’s sticky dick in a hard grip.

  “This.” Gasping, she flexed her hips and met Jakob’s hard thrust. “That. Both.”

  Apparently, they didn’t need any more explanations than that. As if they understood the primal need driving her, Kristen suddenly found herself being dragged up Kort’s hard body and off Jakob’s thick length. Before she could do more than whimper, Kort settled her down over his cock, standing tall and proud as it waited to slide deep into her pussy.

  Assured they intended to fulfill her command, Kristen eagerly spread her knees wider around Kort’s thighs, letting her weight sink her all the way down his dick until his balls kissed the edges of her pussy lips. The position opened her ass for Jakob’s invasion, but not enough.

  Wanting to break Jakob’s control and knowing just how to do it, Kristen reached around and split them wider in blatant invitation. On cue, Jakob snarled and surged forward, the blunt head of his cock coming to press against her clenched entrance. He didn’t hesitate, but forged inward, making her body buzz as he fed her one delicious inch of hard dick after another until Kristen was overfilled by her mates.

  She couldn’t breathe without causing some minor shift that got magnified into an avalanche of pleasure as her cunt and ass burned from the friction her motions caused. The sensation only heightened her need for more. It simply wasn’t enough to take her mates so deep, now she needed them to move.

  “Well, cupcake?” Jakob’s balls slapped against her ass, his fingers curling into her hip as he held her still. “You gonna tell us or make us fuck it out of you?”

  Kristen’s lips lifted in a wicked smile as she glanced back at Jakob’s grimly set features. Tensed and braced, he didn’t have but one little thread of willpower holding him back. That was one more than Kristen wanted him to cling to.

  “Fuck it out of me.”

  That taunt drew feral snarls from both her mates. With a flex of his hips, Jakob dragged his cock back over the sensitive walls of her ass only to set them ablaze when he slammed back into her tight channel. Kristen arched under the impact, squealing as fissures of delight erupted all along her spine.

  “Again,” Kristen panted out when he held frustratingly still.

  “Is that what you want, cupcake?” Jakob growled. “Or maybe you like it this way.”

  Kort imitated his brother’s motions, making her moan as her hips arched into the pounding thrust of his cock burying itself full-length into her spasming cunt. Another wave of pure bliss rocketed through her, a taste of what could be if only they’d start moving together.

  “Both! Please,” Kristen pleaded, uncaring that they made her beg. All she cared about was the pleasure. She chased after it, bouncing and pumping her hips as she tried to force them to repeat their motions. It didn’t take more than that to earn her a twin set of groans and the sudden shift of her mates around her.

  No longer capable of teasing, Kort and Jakob gave in to her wanton demands. Shifting to fuck her in alternating strokes, their tempo quickly escalated, leaving her no second to breathe around the endless shudders of ecstasy starting to ripple through Kristen. Trapped between them, she writhed and cried out as everything inside her built to bursting.

  “Oh, God!” Kristen screamed as her body went tense under the most extraordinary bolt of rapture. It blossomed with such beauty through her that Kristen felt warmed all the way to her soul. More than anything she didn’t want to be alone in that emotion.

  “Kort, Jakob, oh, God, I love you both so much.”

  With her words, she felt both of her men go tense, their muscles shuddering under the impact of the same storm leaving Kristen trembling in their grasp. The feel of her mates’ release washing through her, roaring over her, sent a second orgasmic wave crashing through her, and Kristen cried out as her vision exploded into a sea of color flashes.

  For what felt like an eternity Kristen floated in an endless sea of bliss. Slowly the tides washed her back to reality’s shore, leaving her trapped in a sweaty pile of her mates’ limbs. Still buried deep inside her, two thick cocks stood at attention, waiting for the next round. That thought brought a smile to Kristen’s lips, because she knew neither Jakob nor Kort would ever grow tired of this.

  Neither would she.

  “I love you, cupcake,” Jakob murmured, planting a wet kiss on her shoulder.

  “Goes double for me, honey.” Kort yawned. “I love you like the dickens.”

  That gave Kristen a moment of pause, and she cracked an eye to study Kort. “And what exactly are the dickens?”

  “I take it you’re not going to let me kill these boys, are you?” EpilogueKristen smiled at Derek’s disgruntled tone. He looked like a petulant child who’d been denied his favorite treat. Not that he fixed his dark expression on her. No, Derek’s eyes remained locked on Kort and Jakob, who stood on the opposite side of the study glaring back at him.

  “And I’m not going to let you hurt them anymore, either,” Kristen informed her twin, drawing his dirty look her way.

  * * * *

  “Spoilsport.”

  “Look at it this way, they enjoying hitting each other,” Kristen assured Derek. “They really don’t need your help in adding to their collection of endless bruises. They may actually manage to kill each other one day.”

  “It won’t be the same if I don’t get to be the one doing the killing,” Derek grumbled. “And for the record, I wasn’t thinking of bruises but more like broken and bloody.”

  Kristen shot her brother a dirty look for obviously relishing that idea. It had been nearly a week since she’d moved in with Kort and Jakob. While they still had their issues to work on, not even Kristen could deny the strange glow she’d taken on.

  She’d also lost nearly four pounds thanks to their daily carnal exercise routine. That kind of pleasure more than made up for losing her comforting floral comforter. Kort refused to allow it in their bedroom, claiming the bunnies embroidered along the hemline watched him wherever he went.

  It unnerved him enough to not be able to perform his mately duties. Not that Kristen believed him, but she’d traded her bunnies for the ox head Kort had wanted to hang over the mantle and the football jerseys Jakob thought made fine wall art.

  “I think everybody is here.” Finally finished greeting the unwanted guests piling into JD’s and Caleb’s study, Claire came to a stop in front of them. Kristen could see the tired strain on her sisterin-law’s face despite the smile she forced as she stepped forward to hug Kristen.

  “Hey, you. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.” Releasing Kristen, Claire stepped back to give her a knowing glance. “I’d ask how it was going, but that glow speaks for itself.”

  “Don’t, Claire,” Derek growled, his eyes narrowing back in on Kristen’s mates. “Don’t remind me.”

  “Hmmm,” Claire murmu
red as she pretended to give Kristen a hard study. “I’m almost jealous. Apparently twice the men double the glow.”

  “Enough,” Derek snapped, appearing to completely forget about Kristen as he stepped in to threaten his mate. “Unless, of course, you want to be dragged home to find out how good it feels to be fucked with your ass packed full of cock.”

  “Plastic or real?” Kort asked that unwise question as he sidled up to Kristen. His arm slipped around her waist as Jakob’s settled over her shoulder, her other mate appearing on her other side.

  “Because, you know, there is a difference.” Jakob paused to consider his own suicidal words before shrugging. “Or at least with Covenanters there is.”

  “Just give me more of a reason, boy.”

  “I need silence.”

  That sharp command cut through whatever antagonizing thing her mates thought to say next. Delivered in a clear, perfect pitch, it drew everybody’s gazes to the small woman whose regal bearing matched her tone. Derek had explained that she was some kind of witch or sorceress.

  Her name was Sasha. She’d worked with Claire before she’d met Derek, back when Claire worked for The Masters of Cerberus. The company name sounded as ominous as their mission statement. Then again, Kristen considered any statement that used words like demons and devils to be pretty grim sounding.

  Fortunately, Sasha and her boss, a Lycan named Big Mike, hadn’t come to the lowcountry to chase down another demon-possessed psycho killer. Today they were playing more the role of ghost busters than exorcist.

  “I feel like an idiot.”

  Cal issued that complaint from the depths of the oversized cushions of the couch. Above him Sasha waved her hands, stirring the air with her fingers as if searching for something. They stilled for a second at the sound of Cal’s voice, starting up again only to stop a second later when Tex responded to his brother’s grievance.

  “Yeah?” Tex smirked. “You look like one, too. Ceremonial robes are not your color.”

  “Hush,” Sash hissed. “This is a delicate procedure, and I need to focus.”

  Cal snorted at that, clearly unconcerned with the sorceress’s reprimand. “I don’t know why I got stuck doing this.”

  “Because Kate picked you.” Tex clearly relished that fact. “And we don’t argue with Kate, now do we?”

  Kristen didn’t have all the details, but knew that Claire’s old companion, Kate the ghost, had taken up residence in the McBane house. Though Tex and Cal were the only ones who could see her, Claire had explained that didn’t mean Kate couldn’t see everybody else. Everybody and everything they did, which put some color in Kristen’s cheeks.

  “Does he have to be here?” Cal jerked a finger at Tex, spitting his question in Sasha’s direction.

  “I told you,” the woman ground out between clearly clenched teeth. “We need him to verify that the spirit is in the room. Now please be quiet.”

  Not appeased and incapable of obeying that order, Cal waved at Claire and argued with Sasha. “I thought she was all buddy-buddy with the damn ghost. Why can’t she look for the bitch?”

  “I wouldn’t talk that way about the woman who’s going to be inhabiting your body in a moment.” Tex advised his brother with no sincerity in his tone, making Kristen wonder if they would ever shut up.

  “I can’t see her.” Claire cut into their sniping, clearly as irritated as Kristen with the ferals’ disrespectful attitude. “Not anymore.”

  “Don’t worry, sweets.” Derek soothed Claire, tugging her close into his side so he could rub her back. “In a moment, you’ll be able to talk to her.”

  “If everybody will shut the hell up,” JD clarified with his normal graciousness. “Now maybe we can actually start, which means we can finish and all of you can get the hell out of my house.”

  Everybody turned pointed gazes on the ferals, waiting to see if either intended to actually obey that command. With a smile, Tex held his hands up in silent surrender while Cal glared at the entire room, clearly sulking. Probably because he really did look like an idiot. Tex had it right. Purple was not their color.

  “Okay then.” Sasha forced a tight smile, her hands lifting over Cal once more. “All is silent.”So it was until Tex thought he’d pass out from boredom. It kind of looked like Cal already had. Stretched out on the couch, his twin looked relaxed and peaceful as the sorceress continued to hum softly over him. This whole thing, the robes, the humming, the waving of the hands seemed a little hokey to Tex.

  He held silent, though, hopeful that they could actually get Kate into Cal’s body. He felt pretty certain that the ghost would do something either horribly humiliating to Cal or maybe extremely painful. Either way, Tex figured on it being quite a show, which it was not so far.

  Disappointed, he’d begun to think the ghost had chickened out when he began to feel the ticklish sensation on his neck. Looking up, he didn’t have to look around to find Kate standing right next to him.

  “Well, hello there.” Typical, cranky apparition, she shot him a one-finger greeting that amused Tex. Kate had a bad mood brewing, and soon she’d have full use of Cal’s body. That had to be an interesting combination.

  “She’s here?” Claire whispered that question, drawing Kate’s glance in her direction.

  “Yep.” Tex nodded. “And she’s looking at you. Oh, now she’s not. Now she’s looking at Cal like a ripe piece of beef. Oh, she flipped me the bird again.”

  “I need to know where she is,” Sasha cut off Tex’s commentary with a tight, annoyed tone. This was no time to piss off the woman that was going to help Tex enjoy watching Kate take her revenge on Cal.

  “She’s right her.” Tex pointed, tracing a line out as Kate raised her arm toward Sasha. “Her hand here.”

  Giving Tex a suspicious glance, the sorceress took one of Cal’s hands in her own before tentatively reaching out her other to where Tex had gestured. Nothing happened for a second, making it all that much more startling when both Sasha and Cal suddenly gasped. The sorceress flushed and shivered, a ripple moving through her into Cal.

  Then it was over, and Sasha’s arms fell to her side as she stumbled back. The tension in the room mounted as everybody stared at Cal, waiting to see if it had worked. Everybody but Tex. He didn’t need time to tell him what his sense already had. Cal smelled wrong, felt wrong. It definitely wasn’t his brother slowly rising to a sit.

  “Kate?” Claire’s tentative voice drew Cal’s scowl in her direction. His mouth opened, forming words that had no sound. “I can’t hear you? Why can’t I hear him…her?”

  Sasha shrugged, still recovering from the transfer. “I don’t know. Whatever’s blocking her spirit, it must not have been undone by the spell.”

  “If she can move the body, maybe she can write.”

  That somber suggestion came from a solemn tone of the large man hidden in the corner of the study. Tex had been introduced to the Lycan. They called him Big Mike, big not only meaning some hightitled position in whatever the hell company he worked for, but also a statement of his sheer size.

  “It’s possible,” Sasha agreed. “Only one way to find out.”

  Eager as his twin to empty their house of guests, Caleb already had a pad and pen in Cal’s hand before Sasha could finish speaking. Kate fumbled with both for a moment before figuring out how to get Cal’s fingers to work properly.

  Then she couldn’t be bothered to pause as the pen flew across the page, leaving behind a line of neat cursive instead of Cal’s customary chicken scratch. Tex leaned in, easily able to read the well-formed letters.

  “Those are names,” he whispered. “Two men, one woman.”

  That had a creepy feel that Caleb’s comment didn’t soothe. “I know those names. They’ve trained with me.” His chin lifted, his gaze going to Big Mike as his tone softened with dread. “They’re all lycans.”

  “Not the women.” Tex corrected the obvious mistake in Caleb’s reasoning. “They have to be mates. Death.”

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nbsp; “What?” Caleb’s startled gaze blinked back to him.

  “It’s what she just wrote.” Tex nodded to the legal pad in Cal’s hands. “Death. It comes.”

  “Death is coming?” Claire rushed forward, dropping to her knees in front of Cal to stare beseechingly up into his eyes. “Please, Kate. What’s coming?”

  Misery.

  “Well,” Tex stared at the word scrawled at the bottom of the page, “that can’t be good.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  I live near Charleston, SC with my two biggies, my dogs. I have had a slightly unconventional life. Moving almost every three years, I’ve had a range of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the world’s largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I’ve always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one.

  Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, and as a latchkey kid, I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.

  I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old fashion kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.

  I’ve worked on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the ‘anything goes’ mentality and letting my imagination run wild.

  I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.