by R. E. Butler
He gestured to the bathroom, and she walked ahead of him into the small room. A shower and tub combo sat against one wall, next to the toilet and the small sink. On the toilet lid was a pile of black cloth and a block of white and green soap.
Fade moved behind her, barely brushing her body but sending shivers up and down her spine, and turned on the shower, pushing the curtain all the way open. He tested the water silently, watching her.
“Use the rosemary soap to wash your body and hair. The scent is part of our ceremony.”
With the bar in hand, she stepped under the spray as he moved away from the shower, and she reached for the curtain to pull it closed.
“Leave it,” he said.
“Water will get everywhere,” she pointed out.
He leaned against the open bathroom door and folded his arms. “I want to make sure that you don’t go touching that pretty little pussy and making yourself come before we mate.”
She sucked in a breath as she stared at him in surprise.
He smirked. “You think I can’t smell how turned on you are? My little sweetheart likes to strip for her mate.”
She swallowed and leaned back until her hair was soaked. “I think you like watching, too.”
He growled in response, and she smiled.
They said nothing to each other as she lathered the rosemary soap in her hands and washed her hair. She rinsed her hair and then stepped out from under the spray and faced Fade. Lathering her hands again, she began to soap up her body, while Fade watched. She slid her hands around her body, dancing up and down her curves and covering herself with the herbal suds. Her fingers trembled as she touched her pussy, her eyes never leaving his as she stroked her folds with the lather.
“Baby,” he rasped, his upper body tensing until his muscles strained.
She knew he was warning her to back off from the teasing. She didn’t want to push him, and although she enjoyed the teasing, she wanted to mate with all of them.
“I’m sorry,” she said and stopped petting her pussy, hurrying to finish. When she’d rinsed the lather from her body, she turned off the water and squeezed what she could from her hair by twisting it.
Fade opened a large towel and held it out, wrapping the soft warmth around her when she stepped from the tub into it.
“Don’t apologize for being sexy. Any other night it’s not a problem, but tonight I can’t be selfish.”
She understood. Going up on her toes, she brushed her lips against his. He began to pat her skin dry, and he looked up at her as he knelt before her, the towel bunched around his hand and pressed against her mound. He said, “Sometime I want to watch you make yourself come.”
Her heart kicked up a notch, and she nodded. She’d like that, too.
When her body was dry, she rubbed at her hair with the towel until it was damp, and ran a brush through it. Fade said to not bother drying it completely, so she didn’t. He helped her dress in a short, stretchy black skirt and a black bustier that laced up the front. He affixed a cape around her neck that reached the floor and put one on himself.
Silently, he offered her his arm, and she accepted it. He led her out of the bedroom and downstairs. The family room was lit with electric candles on the floor that made a path to the sliding back door. Fade turned her to face him and pulled the hood up, settling it on her head and bringing the cape around her shoulders.
“Nyte will call for you to join us.”
Before she could reply, he pushed open the back door and walked out onto the deck. She faced the open door and saw that tiki torches were lit around the deck, and her three mates stood in matching cloaks around a small stand where a flame flickered on the surface of what appeared to be a brick.
“Whisper Callahan, join us,” Nyte called to her. She stepped through the door and out onto the deck. Her mates stood at the edge of the deck in a semi-circle. Their hoods were up, but she could tell who was who. Nyte stood facing her, Fade and Azrael on either side.
“Do you come today to join with your hyena mates of your own free will, Whisper? Answer carefully, knowing that this bond between us can never be broken,” Nyte spoke solemnly.
“I do,” she said as she joined them at the small stand, which was waist-high and appeared to be made of iron. They slid their hoods off, and she followed their lead, dropping hers to her back.
Nyte held a small bowl and gave it to Fade, who held it just over the flames. From inside the cloak, Nyte pulled out a sprig and held it next to the flame as his eyes met hers.
“Rosemary is sacred to our people, Whisper. The legends say that rosemary has been used in mating ceremonies since the first hyena clan mated their bride, as a sign of the strength of their love.”
Azrael lifted a pocketknife from inside his cloak and reached up, cutting off a lock of his hair. He gave it to Nyte, who wrapped the strands around the sprig of rosemary, and then handed her the knife, handle first. Reaching up to her damp hair, she cut off a small lock and gave the hair to Nyte and the knife back to Az.
Nyte wrapped her hair around the sprig and passed it through the flames. It sparked and crackled immediately, and he dropped it into the bowl as all three of them began to chant words in a language she didn’t recognize.
Her mates moved around the stand and stood before her. Az undid the cloak and tossed it to the deck, and then Nyte undid the lacing of the bustier which he tossed aside also. The cool air hit her skin, and she shivered as goosebumps prickled her skin.
Nyte took off his right glove and dipped his fingers into the bowl that Fade held. He brushed his ash-covered fingers across her chest just over her heart and said, “I, Nyte Stone, hereby vow myself to you, Whisper, for the remainder of my days on Earth and for the remainder of time in the afterlife. I vow to cherish, honor, and protect you for all eternity.”
He stepped back and pulled his glove back on, taking the bowl from Fade. Fade and Az both took turns marking her with ash and vowing themselves to love her forever. When the vows were completed, she watched as Nyte dumped the contents of the bowl over the flaming brick and then placed a domed lid over it.
The tiki torches around the deck were put out by Fade and Az, and then all three joined her, laying their hands on her. With a voice of pure steel, Nyte said, “What we’ve vowed today, no creature can undo. You are ours forever, Whisper, mas karda enai liro. Our heart is complete.”
They lifted their heads to the sky and howled, and a shiver wiggled down her spine at the sound. It was both joyful and a warning to others that she was theirs.
In the silence that reigned when they finished howling, she heard nothing but the sound of her heart beating and the howling of her beast, who wanted to join with her mates as soon as possible.
Nyte picked her up in his arms and placed a possessive kiss on her mouth. “Mine,” he snarled. Looping her arms around his neck, she snuggled into his warmth.
“Yours.”
* * * * *
Nyte carried Whisper through the family room to the stairs, his brothers close behind. The mating ceremony had hit him hard. He hadn’t realized how possessive he would feel of their mate now that they were official. At least in word. The need to join her to them physically and mark her skin consumed him. He wanted her to be his in every possible way so that she would be theirs forever.
Stopping in front of the master bedroom door, he waited for Fade to open the door and carried her inside. Her audible gasp of surprise made him smile. His brothers shut the door and closed out the outside world. The bedroom had been transformed into a den. Dark fabric hung from the ceiling, giving the room a cave-like appearance. Behind the fabric, soft lights glowed, so the room was bathed in subtle light. In the center of the room was a mattress covered with a black sheet. Pillows and blankets edged the mattress. He knew that somewhere behind the fabric walls, a large cooler held drinks and snacks, and a plastic case held condoms, lubricant, and other supplies.
He carried her to the center of the mattress and put her on he
r feet. “This is our den, Whisper. For the next twenty-four hours, we’ll stay here and join as often as you want.”
They removed their cloaks and Az tucked them behind one of the fabric panels. Then he and his brothers removed the gloves from their hands and showed her the tattoos that represented their vows to her and each other.
Her eyes brightened with tears, and she sniffled. “That’s so cool. I love them.”
Nyte smiled as she inspected each ring, touching the black ink with delicate fingers. “Do I get them, too?”
“No, sweetheart,” Az answered. “We’ll ask you to marry us properly and each give you a ring. But not today.”
“Oh? Why, do we have plans?” She grinned and wiggled her brows.
Nyte loved her feisty nature. “First things first, baby. We’ll ask you to marry us properly another day.”
She sighed sweetly and smiled more gently and less devilishly. “And then I’ll be yours in every way.”
“We’ll be yours, too,” Fade said.
Silence filled the den as they dropped their pants. Az put them away, and they stood before her, nude and hard. She made a soft sound that went straight to his cock and took a step forward, reaching her hands out. He knew if they let her touch them, that they’d lose track of what they needed to do first, which was sink their fangs into her flesh and mark her as their mate. Surrounding her before she could grab hold of a cock or two, Nyte held her close while Az and Fade removed her corset and skirt. Then Nyte lifted her off her feet and settled onto the floor with her between his legs, her back pressed to his chest as he reclined on one arm. His other arm was tight across her stomach.
Az knelt next to her and picked up one of her hands as Fade knelt between her legs, lifting them and setting them over Nyte’s legs so she was spread wide for him.
Fade touched her, stroking his fingers over her pussy, and she wiggled against Nyte. “So wet and hot.” She arched against him, and Nyte couldn’t really see what his brother was doing, but he could feel her reactions as she writhed in his hold.
Nyte nuzzled her head to the side and tucked her hair back so both sides of her neck were bared. Nipping her pulse, he said in a low voice, “Fade’s going to make you feel good, and then we’re going to mark you.”
She hummed, and it ended on a moan. “Yes.”
“Make her scream, brother,” Nyte said as Fade lowered his head to her pussy with a smile.
Az had leaned down to suck on one of her nipples, rubbing and lightly pinching the other one. Nyte kept his arm braced across her body to hold her still. She was wiggling so much that he was sure she would slide right off him if he didn’t hold her. And he liked being part of what Fade was doing, even if it was only to keep her in place so his brother could make her come. Whisper’s head kicked back, and she moaned loudly, her legs sliding down his own as she let them fall open wider.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned into her ear. “Let him eat your pretty pussy until you come on his tongue.” The nails of her free hand dug into his thigh, and he growled, kissing her neck and drawing her flesh into his mouth, biting gently. She shuddered and quaked in his arms, and his whole body throbbed as she writhed on top of him.
He could smell her impending climax, the way that her scent deepened, like sugar and vanilla heated together until they melted. Her back bowed as she let out a sharp cry of pleasure. His fangs elongated, and he struck, burying the thick tips into her neck. Az marked the other side of her neck, and Fade marked the inside of her thigh. She thrashed on him, and he held her tight as he swallowed her blood and then extracted his fangs. As he licked across the marks, which would scar and become permanent, she whimpered. Fade rose, his lips glossy with her come and his hands squeezing her knees.
“You’re ours now,” Fade said darkly.
“Not yet.” She pushed at Nyte’s arm until he loosened his hold and then she slipped to all fours and straddled him. “Not until we make love.”
Sinking his fingers into her soft hair, he fisted the strands and pulled her close. Licking her plump lips, he nipped the full bottom lip. She was the sexiest creature he’d ever seen. Her eyes were bright, and a happy, if not a bit sinful, smile curved her lips.
Their lips met in a kiss that seared him straight to his soul and made his beast rumble in happiness. This was his mate. The one woman meant to be his for the rest of his life. She was passionate and caring, and accepted him and his brothers without question. And this was the first night of the rest of their lives.
* * * * *
Even though Whisper’s body was still humming from the climax that Fade had given her with his fingers and talented tongue, she felt needy, like her skin was pinched in a vise and the bliss that had been given to her wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed all of them.
Since she’d learned about the mating night and how they would all be inside her at the same time, she’d been nervous. She’d never let a guy go in the backdoor, and could honestly say it hadn’t appealed to her. But after meeting her mates, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what this night would be like. And she wanted it. Wanted all three of them in her, filling her mouth, and her pussy, and her ass — taking her and loving her — all at the same time. She could hardly stand the wait.
“Nyte,” she said his name, and it came out on a whimper. She was having trouble articulating what she wanted, but they seemed to sense what she needed. Az, who was kneeling on her right side, stroked her back as Nyte kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers, stroking and teasing. Fade had moved away from her for a few moments, and she heard the sound of something opening and then closing but she was too hazed with lust to wonder what he was doing. He returned between her legs, and his hands began to stroke up the backs of her thighs, rounding her hips and squeezing before trailing down her legs once more.
Nyte held her close with his hands in her hair as Az stroked her upper body and Fade her lower body, keeping her primed for their touch and wanting. Nyte pulled away from her mouth but still kept her close. She gazed into his dark green eyes and knew she was falling head over heels for him and his brothers. It wasn’t just the pleasure that was coursing through her, it was everything about them that drew her in and held her close. She opened her mouth to tell them her feelings when she felt the cool, wet tip of Fade’s finger, covered with lubricant, touch her anus.
All thought fled as he rubbed the lube around her previously untouched flesh. Az stroked his hand down her stomach and began to rub her sensitive clit.
“Oh, oh,” she moaned, wiggling from the overload of sensations.
Nyte nuzzled her jaw and tightened his hold on her hair. “Let them tend you, baby. You need to be ready for us.”
She blinked at Nyte, her vision edged with a haze of pleasure, as one of Fade’s thick fingers pushed slowly inside her. She groaned. Az rubbed her clit, and with his other hand he stroked the length of her spine, back and forth. She was soothed and aroused at the same time. Emotions and sensations rose inside her as Fade began to pump his finger in and out of her back passage. He murmured soft things, but her ears were buzzing and Az’s touch on her clit grew firmer and quicker.
She felt her fangs elongate, and Nyte growled, slamming his mouth onto hers. She tasted his blood as he cut his lips on her sharp teeth, and the small taste of him drove her wild. Her fingers dug into his side, her nails sinking into his flesh as their tongues tangled and danced together.
“Yes, that’s so good, sweetheart,” Az said roughly, his fingers kicking up a punishing rhythm on her clit that made her whole body shudder as Fade pressed two fingers into her and began to really stretch her. She bucked her body, unable to stop from riding the sensations that swamped her. She stood on the edge of pleasure, the sweet taste of Nyte’s blood in her mouth as he scraped his tongue across her fangs and gave himself little nicks to feed her his blood. The center of her body tightened and heated until she felt like she might melt from the pleasure that coiled inside her like a cobra waiting to
strike.
As if they knew how close she was from her shudders and the small moans that caught in her throat, they worked hard. Nyte kissed her like he could climb down inside her, squeezing her hair tighter in his fists so she had no choice but to take his hard kisses and revel in them. Fade began to finger her faster, stretching her around his three fingers, and Az pinched her clit between his finger and thumb and began to tug and rub the bud.
For a moment, time froze around her, and then her world exploded as she came. She wrenched her mouth from Nyte’s and screamed her pleasure to the ceiling as her climax rolled and coiled through her. Tears leaked from her closed eyes as her body tightened and released again and again in bliss.
Fade’s fingers left her body for only a moment and were replaced with the lubricated tip of his cock. He gripped her hips tightly and pushed into her; she met him, pushing back to take him completely into her body.
“More, more,” she cried out as their bodies joined completely.
With a growl, Nyte pushed her hips up and positioned his cock at her dripping pussy, where Az’s talented fingers were still working the tight bud of her clit in fast circles.
Fade pulled out of her ass as Nyte surged up and filled her, and she turned her head to look at Az. He lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked her cream off his fingers.
Nyte’s voice was gravelly. “Suck his cock, Whisper, make us yours.”
Az’s cock bobbed in response to the request and she grinned, moaning softly as Fade pushed back into her and Nyte slipped out. Reaching for Az’s cock, she wrapped her hand around his hot, hard length, and he scooted forward until she could lick the shiny pre-come from the tip. He tasted sweet and salty, and she sucked the end of him as her two other mates began to fuck her in tandem, Fade pushing in as Nyte pulled out.
She followed their rhythm as best as she could, taking Az’s throbbing cock into her mouth, sucking and lapping and licking, fisting the base of him so she could give him all the pleasure he had given her.