Rush Against Time

by Willow Brooke

  “Hello, Gavin. Make me yours now.” The rough throatiness her voice erupted in was the only encouragement he needed. He could see her coming out of the horrible fever and knew she was aware of what was happening now. In one smooth motion, he had her hands pinned above her head and his mouth drowning her moans and screams of need. He lazily rubbed the head of his throbbing cock against her, taunting and teasing her into a tizzy. Out of all the centuries he had been alive, this little, petite girl rocked his senses and threatened his self-control. He never had a woman feel so damn amazing. She tried to move under him and take control, but he kept her immobilized easily with his unworldly strength.

  “Easy, Jess. Is this what you crave?” He dipped into her, only sinking the tip of his dick, and moved slowly and tauntingly.

  “Yes! Damn it! Yes, Gavin, now!” Her impatience mounted, creating sweat to bead on her face and chest. He smiled, basking in the beauty of her arousal. He could see frustration and the intensity of her demanding wolf shaking at the surface, and plunged balls deep into her in a single thrust. Her gasp of approval made a fire light deep within him, pushing him harder and faster in and out of her wetness. The body beneath him was a work of true perfection. He may be fighting time, but there was no way to not stop and appreciate her true beauty. Every curve and plane of her body was even more than he had ever dreamed.

  Gavin watched Jessa fade into the euphoric subspace and knew she was close. He bowed his head and clamped down on her nipple, and hung on for the ride of his life. She bucked and thrashed, making Gavin put physical effort into restraining her hands. Just before she came unglued, he slowed his movements and took her mouth in a heated battle. He muted her protests, and continued his slow assault of torture until she was almost in tears from teetering on the edge for so long.

  It’s time. Gavin trailed kisses down her neck, licking and sucking her skin while he increased his tempo, diving deeper and harder against her cervix. With a simple tilt, he arched and pounded against her G-spot, immobilizing her. With a sheepish grin, he sped up, allowing his vampire speed to come forth and pistoned in and out. Her body arched, unable to comprehend the assault of delights he played on her. He released her hands and let loose. His mouth was all over her, nipping, kissing, and licking like he was starving. His hands caressed and tugged, grabbing and pulling her like a wild predator playing with its food. He felt his teeth elongate, and knew it was time. He slowed only long enough to look into her eyes, and was relieved to see her wolf taking over. Her gorgeous blue eyes sparkled with primal instinct, flashing between the darker, more wild ones of the she-wolf inside who begged to be set free.

  Instincts took over, and he rode them both into orgasmic eruptions of cosmic proportions. Lowering to her neck, he felt his teeth ready for the puncture, and allowed himself to roll over in the darkness just enough to pierce the soft tissue of her neck. The sweet, creamy taste of her blood coated his tongue, awakening every dormant cell in his body. He could feel her life’s essence joining with his together as one with each delectable swallow. He pulled off, licking tenderly before offering his neck in return. He was giving her his immortal life, heart, and soul. She didn’t hesitate, and pierced his flesh, lost in the waves of utopia. She marked him, immediately joining their thoughts and hearts as one. The universe seemed to have altered at that exact moment, changing moons and stars throughout the infinite, unknown space.

  After they both floated down, and the tides of release subsided, Gavin rolled off her and scooped her into his arms. Jessa smiled at him, dribbling kisses along his chest and jaw in sweet little pecks. He could hear the feelings she felt in her heart, and knew by the grin on her glowing face she did too. After she drifted off to sleep, he slipped away and covered the windows with blackout sheets, knowing that morning was creeping over the horizon. Once the fear of being deep-fried was sated, he curled back up beside her and watched her slumber until the sun came up and sleep took him.

  ****

  Jessa woke to a familiar scent of her shifters, and smiled. She lazily fluttered her eyes open, smiling at the two hunks of sexy man meat that gazed down at her. “Hi, boys. I missed you.”

  Both Damion and Logan stared at the man snoring at her side. Their eyes narrowed, and they both took on an offensive posture. Logan was the first to break the silence, growling through his half-parted snarl. “Is this him, Jess?”

  She sighed, rolling her eyes at their cave man reactions. “Yes. This is Gavin Blackard, the last to our quartet.”

  “How are you feeling? Autumn wouldn’t let us come check on you for the past two weeks. She said that you were still struggling with the venom and the fever,” Logan’s voice crackled with emotion.

  “Two weeks? It was two weeks ago that he came? Shit. I had no idea, I thought it was just last night.” Jessa struggled to wrap her head around the time span that she lost. “So, has…has he been asleep the whole time too?” She glanced over at the body lying beside her.

  “No, he and Autumn have been taking care of you, and keeping us out. When she called today, we both hurried over as fast as we could.” Logan traced small circles with the tip of his finger on her arm in a soothing pattern.

  “He didn’t hurt you, did he? It would be easy to open the curtains and let his ass smoke to extra crispy.” Damion’s anger was evident, as was his yearning to find an excuse to delete their newest marital addition.

  “Down, Damion. No. He saved my life. I was already shifted when he arrived, and fading fast. Before you both pounce on your next accusation, no he didn’t take me unwillingly. He eased me into consciousness and almost made me beg.” She flashed an ornery smile at both of her big brutes, and chewed her lip at their heated reaction.

  Damion kneeled beside the bed and moved within an inch of her ear. “Your little tease just earned you a good lesson in manners, baby. Start liking the idea of a pink ass now, because it will soon be mine.” The lethal whisper was laced with a strong dose of arousal, giving her a peek into his true desires and lighting a flame in the pit of her womb. She lowered her gaze to his lips, itching for a taste of his dominance and the mysteriousness of what he promised. She chewed her lip, rolling over all of the possibilities in her mind. Logan’s laughter pulled her stare away, sending a slight flush of embarrassment over her.

  “Awe, don’t be embarrassed, love. I am eager to see what you look like tied, spread, and with your soft skin heated a pretty shade of red.” Logan flashed his cutsie dimples, sporting a more wanton gleam in the rest of his features. Before she could speak, he continued, “But, that is for later. We will have to see how iceman over there fits in. Right now, we came to bring you downstairs for breakfast and then take you for a run.”

  She looked between the two, loving their concern and their nurturing. She turned and kissed Gavin, ignoring their grumbling and pouting, and slid out of bed. Jessa noticed their sudden change of disposition at her nakedness and decided to give them a little taste of their own medicine. She reached over her head and stretched, arching and turning from side to side in a mock yawn. Smirking, she pressed on, turning toward the bathroom and tossing an extra slower sway in her hips. Before she passed through the door, they were hot on her heels. Damion grabbed her arm and swung her around, smashing a claim of territory on her mouth that left little to the imagination. When he pulled away, she was already swooning, shaking her head to gather her composure. Before she could, Logan stepped up and conquered her once again, teasing and licking his way to victory. After she was a breathless puddle of passion, both turned and walked away.

  “We win,” Logan called over his shoulder in a cocky voice.

  “Not fair! I didn’t even get to brush my teeth yet!” Jessa stomped through the door in a semi-fake huff and shut the door. She immediately cheesed the biggest grin, loving the glow her reflection revealed in the huge oval mirror over the pedestal sink.

  ****

  After taking a quick shower, dressing in a simple pale lavender sundress, and going through her morning rou
tine, she tucked the blanket under Gavin’s chin and quietly made her way downstairs. The sight that met her made her crack up in laughter. Damion had a pink flowered apron on and was attempting to put out a fire on the stove, while Logan was on his hands and knees cleaning up what looked to be half a dozen broken eggs that were splattered all over the floor. A colorful array of cuss words spewed from both of her gentle giants, and neither had noticed her entrance. She hurried over to dump flour on the flaming bacon grease, and grabbed the roll of paper towels to help tackle the gooey mess.

  “Sorry, Jess…it was supposed to be a surprise. Cooking isn’t either of our strong suits apparently.” Damion sulked, seeming emasculated at his lack of culinary capabilities.

  “You two look adorable. Whether it is edible or not, just seeing you in your little apron and Logan on his hands and knees is reward enough.” She grinned teasingly.

  Damion waltzed over and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her to the counter. He put her belly down across the counter. Jessa had no idea what the hell he was doing, and screeched for an explanation. He placed one huge palm in the middle of her back to keep her still, hiked her dress up with the other, and spanked her like a disobedient child. She laughed at first, shocked at his tactics. After the first few swats, a new kind of warmth started to spread through her, molding her into a ball of desire and arousal. By the tenth smack, she arched her back, trying to maneuver contact to her now throbbing pussy. Her panties now were soaked with her own need, and she wondered what he would do next. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Logan standing beside Damion, watching with his eyes narrowed into vicious slits.

  She moved her hands down to pull her panties off in an unspoken offer, but Logan’s fingers quickly circled her wrists and held them behind her back. “Oh, no you don’t. Damion has other plans for you today, baby.” Something in his tone shot a tinge of fear and excitement through her, making her clit swell and throb. Jessa pressed her thighs together in a weak attempt to ease the ache but was quickly cut short.

  “Oh, no you don’t, princess.” Damion wedged his foot between hers and spread her legs wide, keeping her pinned and at their mercy.

  “Well aren’t you two just a basket of fun this morning,” her sarcasm was muted as something cold glided up her thigh and under the thin fabric of her panties, pressing ever so slightly into her flesh to leave a wake of goose bumps in its path. Her heart thudded at the sensation, sending her mind into a turmoil of ‘what’s next’ scenarios. The sound of material ripping followed by cool air meeting her heated sex sent another flood of moisture to dribble down onto the inside of her thighs. She couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped, and by the subtle but still audible growling behind her, it didn’t go unnoticed.

  She could hear the opening and closing of drawers behind her, spiking her curiosity. She was stationed, unable to turn and investigate, and Damion still had her spread and stuck. When something cold wiped up from her pussy to her ass, she jumped. “What the heck are you two doing?” Her voice rang high-pitched, clenching her cheeks together to evade the cold intrusion.

  “You are going to wear a plug today.” Damion’s matter of fact statement and lack of permission irritated her.

  “A plug? As in, plug-in-my-ass-while-we-run-and-go-through-the-entire-day? I am thinking….uh—No.” She shimmied and wiggled to get free with no avail.

  Logan snickered, bending only long enough to peck her on the cheek. “If you don’t be still, Damion here won’t use the good one. I promise you won’t like the alternative.”

  “You two are starting to piss me off. Let me up now, before I shift and kick your asses.” Her body tensed, only to be rocked from another round of spankings that sent her straight back into a ferocious horniness. Each smack landed in a new spot without any pattern that left her guessing and whimpering. After her butt was good and warm, soft caresses glided over each ultrasensitive spot. Her mind began to haze over, floating on the breeze of seduction. She was unaware of them readying the plug until a stinging and burning made her catch her breath.

  “Don’t tense, love. Push against it. Logan, take her mind off of it,” Damion’s voice sounded deep and throaty, giving his enjoyment of her current position away.

  Logan came into sight and brushed his mouth against hers, working her lips until she relaxed and her attention was on him and not Damion’s assault on her assets. When he pressed on, she did as instructed and soon felt a fullness invade her body. The pain eased off, leaving a naughty reminder of what was sure to come later. A finger caressed her clit, sending a shocking and mind-blowing immediate fire to ignite in the pit of her stomach. He added a finger and dipped it in and out of her sex. A startling vibration turned on in the plug, making an overload of feelings that sent her straight into an orgasm. It started in her belly and radiated out in small rolls, fluttering her on an intoxicating high. It wasn’t an intense ‘rock my world’ slam of sensations, but was sweet and much needed. Once she finished, they let her up and helped straighten her dress, smiling like a chihuahua with a taco. She couldn’t help but giggle, partly from the rush of endorphins she still had coursing through her veins, and partially from the boyish adorableness both macho men now sported.

  “Just so you know, Damion has the remote to your little butt accessory. If you are a good girl, he might turn it on again.” Logan grinned at her, satisfied with her wide-eyed reaction.

  “You can’t possibly think I am going to keep it in all day, right?” In the back of her mind, she knew that was their exact intentions, but hoped for an alternative plan.

  “Yep. You will thank us later. We still aren’t certain Mr. Freeze up there is actually your mate, but just in case he is, your little body is going to get quite a workout tonight. I just hope he can hang with us big boys,” Damion said cockily.

  “Don’t worry, Jess, we won’t hurt him too bad. We just have to make sure he is worthy of you before we go inviting him into our intimate little club. If he is, I guess we will have to rethink the wedding plans we have in store for you and make them at night. If we don’t like him, we will just keep the time set for noon.” Logan grinned, nudging the now laughing Damion on the shoulder.

  “You two are impossible. Yes, he is my mate, just as much as either of you. And, for the record, I wouldn’t test him too much. He has more power in his pinky than both of you oafs put together. I would hate for either of you to be unable to umm, perform, on our wedding night. Oh, and for the record, I am the bride. I get to plan it, damn it!” Jessa crossed her arms across her chest in a mock grump.

  “Well, I guess we will see, now won’t we?” Damion turned her around and led her to the table. “Now we are going to feed you as planned, and then we want to show you something.” Love spread through her chest, filling all of the missing gaps she had held onto for so long. These men made her whole. Their tenderness both amazed and completed her.

  She looked at both in admiration, smiling sincerely. Logan went to the cabinets and was going through them while Damion proceeded to pour three glasses of orange juice from the pitcher in the fridge. When he walked back, Logan followed with milk, three bowls, and a bag of fruity nuggets. She let out a snicker at his breakfast choice, finding it ironic that her big, macho wolf liked a cereal with a rainbow fairy on the box.

  “What’s so funny?” His eyebrows furrowed together in a scowl.

  “Nothing. You just surprise me, that’s all. I never would have pinned you as a fruity nugget kind of guy.”

  “I will have you know that fruity nuggets are the best cereal ever made. I know it isn’t the breakfast we had planned for you, but it is the next best thing.” Damion poured them each a bowl and sat beside her. Before he started to eat, he reached over and dragged her chair closer to him, pressing her side against his. “There. That’s better. Now we can eat.”

  Before Jessa could pick up her spoon, Logan scooted up against her other side, bumping her arm, almost spilling her breakfast across the table. She caught it and gave both of the
m a dirty look. “How am I supposed to eat with no elbow room?”

  “Shit, sorry, Jess. I just wanted a little Jessa-sammach with breakfast.” Logan cheesed, which only added to his corny joke.

  Damion quirked his eyebrow at her, and huffed. “Get used to it. I like you touching me. There isn’t any reason you should be all the way over on the other side of the table when there is a perfectly good spot right between Logan and I. This is your spot from now on, got it?” He half joked, half barked.

  Jessa stared at him for a few moments before realizing what the meaning of it all was. They both knew that sooner or later, there would be an added body to the dinner table and included in everything they did. She almost let his possessive gesture slide because her heart swelled at the love that shone bright under the macho crap. Instead of creating conflict, or just allowing him to get away with it, she said, “There is enough of me to go around, and I have full faith that everyone will be happy together. Now scoot a tad. I am starving and can’t bend my elbows.” After they moved a whopping two inches each, she went back to filling her grumbling tummy. Both Damion and Logan stared at each other, but finally followed her example and dug in.

  Two boxes of cereal and a carton of juice later, they all wandered to the door. “Okay, sweet thang, it is time for your surprise. After we get there, we can shift and go for a run.” Logan hopped down the steps, bouncing like a kid about to get a new bike.