by Milly Taiden
She laughed through her coughs imagining Barbara calling him the common gamer term. She didn’t even want to know how Barbara knew that word.
“And she’s sure?” Like an alpha female of her caliber would make that kind of information up. Karla knew she was probably right. She was one part of multiples herself, so why not.
“Yeah.” He caressed her cheek softly. With a gentleness she couldn’t help but lean into. “You’re okay with this?”
He was worried about her. The thought spread warmth through her heart. Only Kel had ever worried about her. She put the cup on the tray on her night table and smiled at him. There was the glow again. The animal inside him just below the surface. She loved it.
“Yes. I can handle it.” And she would. The prospect of having his baby went from scary to exciting. She couldn’t wait to meet the miniature versions of the two of them.
“We, babe. You’re not in this alone.”
She let the feeling of contentment lead her actions. Arousal flared in her blood. Thick. Hot. Slowly turning her need for him urgent. She twined her fingers into his hair and yanked his head down. Lips met, and passion exploded between them. It was always like that. Like what she imagined as the Big Bang. A combination of dangerous atoms finally uniting to create a new world. Their world. Something about the moment, she couldn’t say if it was her desire to belong to him, or just his own wild side calling to a part of her she didn’t know existed, but she lost all sense of patience. With a sharp tug, he fell on the bed with her. Her blood heated with urgency. She twisted in his hold, pushing him on his back and straddling his hips, never breaking their connection.
Muscles shifted under the T-shirt she tried to jerk off his body. The hard bar of his cock pressed between her legs. She whimpered. And wanted. Oh she wanted him bad. More than her next breath or even more than she’d ever wanted another man in her life. Reality was, she’d never allowed her feelings to control her. But right then and there, she was powerless to anything but her need.
Mouths separated, and he locked his glowing molten gold eyes on hers. And then he did one of the sexiest things ever. He tore off his T-shirt like it was a piece of a paper. Material shredded and in seconds the shirt was all but in tatters. She scooted back and helped him get rid of the jeans. Then she was on him again, rocking her pussy over his cock.
“Sweetheart,” he groaned, “that’s fucking hot. But I want you naked.”
His sharp claws shredded her sleepwear and cut through the sides of her panties. Her very damp panties. He pulled away the torn pieces from her crotch, leaving her completely bare above him.
“This,” he cupped her breasts and set to flicking his thumbs on her sensitive nipples, “is what I wanted.” A slow lick of his lips, and he pushed her breasts together to lick back and forth between the two.
“God!”
A lightning fast tremor raced down her body, making her wiggle over him. She moaned and rocked her hips in a way his cock slipped and slid between her pussy lips. Her cream coated him and turned his stiff shaft slick ready to fill her.
She lifted off his hips and grabbed his hard length with one hand while leveraging herself on the hand pressing on his chest. He gripped her hips with his large hands and helped her drop slowly on his dick. Breaths struggled past her throat with each inch she slid down. This position put her in charge, and she liked it. Her pussy walls fluttered around his cock. Much thicker than he’d been last time. Longer too. It went on that way, with her struggling to breathe until he was fully embedded in her. Deep. So good.
“Christ…” His groan mirrored her moan of pleasure.
Their gazes locked, and she lifted and dropped again. And again. She coupled the riding with some rocking. With a moan, she ground her pussy on his pelvis and scratched her nails down his chest.
He growled. “Fuckin’ hell!”
God. He felt damn good. Like a fire that just kept growing and growing inside her. He helped her ride him, cupping her and squeezing her ass cheeks in his hands. Every ride up and down felt like she was being branded from inside. His cock hot and hard. A small shift and he rubbed her in a different spot. It turned into too much. Too perfect. Her back bowed and her body trembled. But he only lifted and dropped her faster. Harder. Until she screamed his name as the orgasm tore through her.
He was suddenly there with her, riding the waves of release, growling loud as she felt her body float on spasms of bliss. His cock jerked in her channel and filled her with his seed. It took her a moment to realize she was digging her nails into his chest. He held her hips hard. She’d probably have fingerprints for days. Who cared? The ride had been worth any sex bruises she obtained.
He grinned, the glow in his eyes slowly fading with the animal. “Come here.”
She dropped to his chest, curling on his hot body with him still deep inside. Her legs shook at his sides. “If you keep doing this to me, I think I’ll end up unable to walk.”
He barked a deep chuckle. The sound turned her heart to mush, and any thoughts of resistance melted on the spot. Like the huge chocolate bar Jordan had bought her, which she had tried to eat in tiny pieces, but had downed in less than two. Fucking Spot! The mutt was addictive.
“What?” He trailed his fingers up and down her back. “You know you liked it.”
“I loved it. Every single moment. But I think it will be a while before my legs stop shaking.”
“I’ll carry you around then.”
“That works. Can we do this again after my nap?” She yawned, suddenly tired.
“You just woke up,” he murmured into her hair.
“You tired me out.” She sighed sleepily. “I should move.”
He tightened his hold on her. “I love being with you. In you. And you have to understand that it’s never going to change.”
She wasn’t sure she believed that, but a piece of her heart was warming up to the idea.
KARLA WOKE UP to the sound of laughter coming from her kitchen. And the urge to vomit. Thanks a lot baby Spot. Well, at least the day could only get better from there, right?
When she got to the kitchen, she found Jordan, Ellie, Nicole, and Emma sitting around the dinner-table eating.
“Hey! There’s the sexy mama.” Emma grinned, waving her wine glass toward Karla.
Shit. How long had she slept? And more importantly, how much had Emma had to drink? Her eyes had that glassy look to them with her cheeks tinged pink.
“What time is it?” Karla smiled, enjoying the scent of lemon and honey drifting to her nose from the tea Barbara passed her.
“Dinner time.” Jordan pulled a biscuit apart. “You slept a long time, girl.”
“I guess I didn’t realize I was that tired.” Or that sex with Nate would drain her this much. But who the hell cared when she’d felt that good. She’d give up sleep if it meant multiple orgasms with the muscled shifter. “Did you guys see Kel leave?”
“He went home, said he’d take a shower and come back later. And Nate went over to Caleb’s to see if there was anything he could help with in the immediate area,” Ellie said, answering the real question Karla wanted to ask.
“Thanks. I wonder if Kel was feeling any better.” She drank more of the tea that calmed her stomach.
“He said he was. And he looked well-rested. He also said to let you know Kass was on her way.”
Awesome. That’s not what she wanted to hear. Her sister coming for a visit when her world had been flipped on its axis wasn’t her idea of a fun time. “Not that I don’t love you all, because I do, but what are you all doing here anyway?”
“Um, it’s man-bashing night!” Nicole cheered so loud Karla winced, clinking glasses with Emma. Another who’d had more than one glass.
“Mrs. Wolfe,” Emma turned to Barbara with a frown, “Mason is a big bully.”
Oh, brother. It began. Karla ate toast while listening to Emma’s complaints over Mason. She couldn’t stop herself from putting her friend on the spot. “What did you do now?�
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Emma lifted an arched brow high, leaning forward. “What do you mean what did I do?”
Barbara patted Karla’s hand. “Mason is a hardhead.”
“Thank you.” Emma sniffed, leaned back on her seat and sipped her wine. “He is a hard head, and he keeps kicking me out of his club!”
Everyone turned to stare at Emma. Barbara cleared her throat. “The Horny Wolfe?”
“Yep. He says that place is dangerous for me. Me!” She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips.
“Well…” Jordan’s face turned a deep shade of telltale crimson. “I got in trouble the last time I was there too.”
Nicole snorted through a giggle. “Yeah, but I think the kind of trouble you got into is the kind we like.”
Emma refilled her glass. “Mrs. Wolfe, tell him to stop being such a bone head and leave me alone. I’m just observing.”
Karla knew Emma wanted Mason. Probably as much as she wanted Nate. It was fun to see the two butt heads constantly. With as difficult as Emma was, Nate had it easy with Karla. She wasn’t bent on kicking ass. Nope. She was only emotionally closed-off and afraid to open up.
Damn. Maybe Nate didn’t have it all that easy.
“I’ll give it a try, Emma,” Barbara promised, placing baked chicken on the table. “But my boys can be really difficult at times.”
Emma’s face scrunched in frustration. “If he doesn’t quit it, I’ll have to get violent with him.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Nicole murmured. “I may have to get violent with whoever keeps peeping around my windows at night.”
“Are you being stalked?” Karla sat up straighter. Nicole’s breezy grin didn’t sound fearful. In fact, she appeared glad to have someone looking through her windows.
Nicole shook her head. She grabbed a biscuit and moaned at the fresh baked scent. “Nah. It’s Jake. He thinks I don’t know, but I do have security cameras placed strategically around my house.”
“Aw,” Ellie sighed. “He’s worried about you.”
Nicole picked up a corn on the cob to put on her plate. “I like the term stalking better.”
Ellie’s phone went off at that moment. The sound of She-Wolf filled the dining room.
“It’s Mason.” She frowned, glancing at her screen. “He says to come get Karla because she’s rubbing between two young wolves and Nate is on his way there from Thirsty Wolfe. He’s trying to keep the two young guys alive.”
“What?” If Nate was at Thirsty Wolfe, then that meant he was working at his own bar instead of hunting with Caleb. He’d been neglecting his business trying to help his friend get his pack back. Karla would offer to help him with the bar, but she didn’t want him to think she was overstepping boundaries. Ellie’s words finally caught her attention. “Wait a second. What did you say?”
Ellie shrugged in her oversized top. “Let me call him.”
“He’s probably drunk and hitting on women.” Emma folded her arms over her chest.
“They don’t get drunk, dear.” Barbara smiled. “And I doubt he’d hit on anyone else.”
Ellie put the phone to her ear. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Did you get cloned and not tell us about it?” Jordan toyed with Karla’s ponytail.
Cloned? Oh, no. Her sister was already wreaking havoc in her life.
“We have to go.” She rushed to her feet. Good thing she was already dressed, even though it was in yoga pants and T-shirt. They didn’t have time to waste.
“Let’s go.” Emma stood. “I’m ready to give Mason a piece of my mind for being such a dickhead.”
Jordan snorted. “Just as long as you don’t give him a piece of something else in the process.”
“Jordan!”
She grinned. “I’m just saying.”
Ellie hung up. “Okay, he says he swears Karla is getting her groove on at his club and Nate’s going to be there any minute. Apparently Mason is trying to keep some human teens from entering the club, so he has his hands full and didn’t get a chance to speak to the Karla on the dance floor. He said Nate’s left Thirsty Wolfe to come see what the commotion is. Mason said he’s trying to stop the impending bloodshed.”
“Come on, I’ll fill you in on our way. It’s not a clone. They would probably be easier to handle than Kass. Remember that sister I told you all I don’t talk to? Well, we’re sort of identical.”
“Uh-oh,” Nicole rushed behind them out the door. “I sense family drama story coming.”
KARLA LIVED CLOSEST to the Horny Wolfe. It didn’t take them long to get there. Nate’s bar, Thirsty Wolfe, was furthest from her, but he had been on his way before her. When they arrived, the place was packed. The doorman took a look at Ellie and Barbara and moved out of the way.
Music bounced off the walls. Lights blinked in a way that could give anyone a seizure. She could hardly hear herself think through the noise of the crowd and booming bass beats. Fighting her way toward the dance floor, she arrived in time to see Nate approach the dance floor from the other side, moving in on Kass.
Kass rolled her hips between the two men, allowing them to grind into her crotch and ass. She wiggled her chest. Her breasts bounced in the tiny material that barely covered her large assets. She curled one arm around the guy behind her while at the same time tugging the one in front of her until there was no room between the three of them.
“Does he really think it’s you?” Emma yelled.
“Not if he knows me.” She watched him shove people out of the way, a fierce frown dipped between his brows. Breaths froze in her chest. Nate, her Nate, was walking up to Kass and the thought of him anywhere near her sister hurled the acidic taste of bile from the pit of her stomach to the back of her throat.
“Let’s get up there.” Ellie moved up behind her.
“Hang on a second. I want to see what he’s going to do.” She’d lost a lot of boyfriends in her youth to Kass. They were identical after all, but this was the first time she worried what Nate would think when he realized there was another person who looked exactly like Karla out there. Kass had played the ‘I’m the sexier sister’ all their youth. And each one of Karla’s boyfriends had fallen hook line and sinker for her. They’d gone from being with Karla to being a new diversion for Kass. The insecurity from her youth tried to push up to the surface.
“This is stupid. You’re the one he wants. He’ll know it’s not you the minute he reaches them.” Jordan argued. “He’ll scent it.”
Maybe. Or maybe the scent of booze, sweat, and sex would disguise the difference. It was stupid, but she wanted to see what his reaction would be to Kass.
Her breath faltered in her chest when he reached the trio. He tapped Kass on the arm to get her attention and said something.
“What’d he say?” She asked no one in particular.
“He’s asking her who she is,” Barbara answered.
Her sister took that moment to smile widely at the big, sexy shifter and threw herself in his arms.
“What the hell?” Nicole shoved closer, almost screaming in Karla’s ear. The sound, coupled with the loud music, starting a massive migraine in her head.
Ellie and Jordan burst into laughter.
“She gets points for originality.” Jordan giggled.
“Gotta hand it to her. We thought men had corny pick-up lines, but she just outdid them all.” Ellie chortled. “She told him she was his wet dream come to life.”
Karla’s normally pacifist attitude went out the window watching Nate try to peel her sister off him. “Not in this lifetime.” She shoved people aside, her mind tuned only to Nate and Kass. She stomped her way to the center of the dance floor. “Kass! Get off him.”
Kass released Nate and turned to face Karla. Her long dark hair hung super straight to her elbows where Karla’s frizzy strands were being held up but a messy ponytail. Kass wore a white mini with spike-heeled sandals and a peek-a-boo see through baby blue top. She looked like she always did, ready to try her hand at seduction. Meanwhile,
Karla couldn’t tell if her sweats were stain-free or not. Oh yes, and she had on sneakers in the middle of a club dance floor.
“Shit. They really do look the same,” Emma muttered.
“I’m the pretty one.” Kass grinned and pointed toward Ellie and Barbara. “Let me guess. The Wolfe family Kel talked so much about?” She waved to Emma and Nicole. “And you’re the other little teachers Karli works with.”
Karli. She hated the name, and Kass knew it. It’s why she continued to call her that after all those years. The single fist fight they’d ever had when they were children had been caused by the horrible nickname. Karla hated it. But there was no stopping Kass when she knew something bothered Karla. She had continued to use it and would because she knew it annoyed Karla.
Emma growled. “Did she say little?”
“Why are you here?” Karla went straight to the point.
“Karli. You always were the boring one of the trio. I was going to your house when I met these awesome guys on the road. They said this was the hottest club in town.” She glanced at Nate and licked her lips, grabbing hold of his T-shirt. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen this many sexy men in the same room. They have this whole primal sexiness going.”
Jordan growled. “They could tear you to pieces too.”
She tried to ignore the hazy red that covered her vision. No matter how much she counted to ten and back, or all the woo-sas in the world she mentally repeated Kass still had her hands on Nate. And he was trying very politely to tug her off.
“Let him go.”
“Come on, Sis, relax already.”
“Sis?” Nate’s face tightened. He was angry.
They hadn’t spoken about the fact she was a triplet or her annoying sister yet. In her defense, she was just now spending more time with him. How was she supposed to know Kass was going to show up at the Horny Wolfe out of all the places she could have gone to?
He gave her a look that spoke volumes. Her heart skipped a beat. She hated for him to think she was keeping things from him on purpose. It was hard to open up. Perspiration gathered in her palms. Rubbing her hands on the sides of her sweat pants, she tried to keep herself from slapping her sister’s hands away from her man.