“Dude, chill out. You are acting like a spaz.” Damion laced his fingers through hers and led her through the yard then into the woods. Logan gave him a ‘go to hell’ look and grabbed her other hand, not being left out.
“Where are we going?” Jessa smiled at their closeness, amazed at how much she had changed in the past couple of days. She drifted back to her conversation with Autumn, and giggled. And I thought there was no way I could ever be with two guys. Now I have three overly dominant brutes of my own. I just hope they get along.
Logan pulled her out of her thoughts with a light tap on her butt. She jumped, and they both grinned. The plug wiggled around, making itself noticed in more ways than one. Damion gave her a knowing, intense stare through dilated pupils and narrowed eyes. The corners of his perfect lips tilted up in a devilish smile, creating warmth to spread through her. “I think she likes getting swats with the little accessory she is wearing today, bro.”
“Oh, I almost forgot about that. Wait until later, Jess. It only gets better.” Logan winked at her, adding another swat for good measure. She jumped and her body did a shimmy shake as they continued to travel down the little dirt path.
****
After a good little hike, and three stops due to a switch being flipped and her body getting hot and bothered and played with along the way, they arrived at the bank of a crystal-clear creek. The water pool they stood by was well over their head in depth, and was fed from a waterfall that fell off the top of the cliff. Delicate little flowers sprouted in random places, adding pops of color to the magnificent view before them. The rushing sound of the water that cascaded down the rocks was soothing and peaceful. Jessa was speechless. She turned to Damion and Logan who stood just a few feet behind her and smiled.
“Do you like it? Damion found it on one of his perimeter checks and showed me. We thought it would be a perfect spot to bring you.” Logan waited with an over eagerness that warmed her heart.
“It is absolutely perfect. Thank you, boys, so much for thinking of me, and bringing me here.” She planted a kiss on each of their cheeks and stepped out of her sandals. “Now can I take this thing out so I can go swimming? I really don’t want to get electrocuted.”
Damion shot her a cocky smirk, and slowly walked over to her. “Yes, for now… But I hope you get used to it. It is going to be like a new ring or necklace.” He knelt in front of her and raised her skirt to her waist, exposing her bare flesh. Thank God there isn’t anyone out here besides us! She turned and caught Logan sitting on a boulder watching. He sent her an air kiss, flashing his dimples in a huge smile. Her focus was soon back on Damion who had latched on to her clit, and proceeded to start licking and sucking her into an immediate frenzy. Her knees went weak, almost buckling from the intense stimulation. Logan walked up behind her and steadied her, keeping her locked in place. Once she was good and hot, he worked two fingers into her opening, gently rotating them in circles until they were fully inserted. She could feel the now familiar sensations of her orgasm starting to bloom, and lulled her head back against Logan’s hard chest. Damion worked her higher and higher, while Logan’s hands worked miracles on her tingling nipples. The sharp pinch startled her, but sent her balancing on the edge of mesmeric release. Damion hit the ‘on’ button on the anal plug, and she skydived into an earth-shattering climax. Logan wrapped his arms around her while her body went into a fit of jerks and twitches, escalating into spasms when the toy was removed from her ass. She felt her warm come run down her legs, and almost shot off again when she caught sight of Damion licking the sticky icing off her. Once he was satisfied, he stood, locked her into a lip lock, and grinned.
“Okay. Now we can swim.” He turned and stripped off his clothing, glancing over his shoulder. “Are you two coming in, or am I going to throw you both in with your clothes on?”
“You wouldn’t.” Logan released her, stepping away just enough to take the brute ram of Damion colliding into his midsection. The two wrestled around, making Jessa yell and root each of them on, depending on who had the upper hand. Damion finally managed to get him sacked over his shoulder and ran with her other struggling mate to the edge and superman threw him into the creek with a huge splash. Jessa covered her mouth, almost hyperventilating in a fit of laughter. It hit her, this moment was the first of so many memories they would share. They may not know each other on a personal level yet, or even understand or know how a quartet relationship was supposed to go, but little by little, she knew they would figure it out together. Her mind snapped back to Gavin, and she felt almost guilty. He was missing out, and always would on daytime activities. Her heart sunk, knowing the three men needed as much bonding time as they could if this was ever going to work. With a final determined purse of her lips and nod of her head, she thought, fate and destiny brought us together, fate and destiny can make it work. The last word of her inner dialog was barely out when two huge hands gripped her around her ribs and lifted her into the air.
“Stop! Okay! I am coming! Please don’t get my dress wet! Eeek!” Damion carried her toward the water tickling her sides, creating uncontrollable squeals and giggles to burst from Jessa. He cocked back and went to throw her in, stopping and catching her at the last minute. She yelped, digging her fingers into his shoulders to hold on.
“Now do I need to ask you again to get nekked?” His eyes danced with a playfulness she had never seen before.
“No! See? I am stripping now, I promise!” Jessa laughed, loving the amazing new lightheartedness she felt. With a quick flip over her head, her dress fell to the ground and she took off running and jumped in. A huge splash beside her signaled Damion joining them, and she dove under the water, starting a playful game of tag.
The three of them splashed and played, stopping for sweet little kisses and intimate moments over the next few hours, bonding and growing together. When they emerged waterlogged, Jessa wanted to run. She shifted without warning, flipping her tail flirtatiously at them and darted off through the woods. The cat-and-mouse game continued, extending their fun filled field trip in the great outdoors.
****
The afternoon went on, slowly winding down as they shifted back and dressed. When they headed back for the house, lunchtime was over and it was drawing closer to dinner. All three were famished from the over-exerted energetic day, and they were discussing dinner plans, when Logan jumped up and grabbed his keys.
“Where are you going, sweetheart?” Sweetheart? Never in my life have I ever called a man that. Hum…I like it.
It was evident that Logan picked up on it too, because he stopped and was staring with his mouth gaping open. Damion walked over and stared between the two of them with a puzzled look. “Did he decide to just try to catch flies for us for dinner instead?” His joking sarcasm brought Logan out of his astounded state, and closed the few steps over to him. Logan bro-punched him in the arm playfully, and kissed Jessa.
“I will be back in a few. If Damion gives you any crap, stomp on his toes. He has sissy la la toes. I stepped on his foot once, and he hobbled around for a week.” He smiled, emphasizing his perfect little dimples that she loved so much, and he ran out the door with Damion cussing and chasing him. Damion laughed and shut the door, pretending to lock it, and walked over to scoop her up and plop down on the couch with her perched on his lap. She relaxed into his chest, snuggling up in a tight cuddle.
“You always smell so good. Damion?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I love you.”
He tilted her chin up and made her meet his eyes. “Jessa baby, I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of. Not because we are fated, or because of our blood. I love you for the little spitfire you are. I love your huge heart, your sassy mouth, and your sweet emotion.” He pecked her on the lips, letting her settle back down against him.
After a few moments had passed, Jessa said, “I love your big, bad, macho manliness…sometimes.” She snickered. “But I love the sweet and fun side of you I got to see to
day. You amaze me, Damion Lane Shaddow. Her fingers danced along the hem of his shirt, raising it just enough to feel the soft, smooth, velvety skin that covered the rock solid muscles. This was the most perfect place in the world to be—wrapped up in the safety of her own personal protector.
He flipped the television on, clicking through the channels like all men had the tendency to do. After the third time around, Jessa reached over and took the remote. “Are you going to find something or just keep going through the channels like it’s a race?” She flipped through four stations and stopped it on an episode of Psych. It took a few minutes, but the ever-knowing feeling of being watched made her turn to discover Damion tapping his fingers with both eyebrows arched up. “What?”
“You stole the remote.”
“I didn’t steal the remote, I took it. You weren’t picking, so I helped you. Problem solved. Please don’t tell me you don’t like watching Psych because that will be grounds for our first fight.” She mimicked his expression, keeping her chin tilted up in defiance.
Damion snickered. “Yes, I like Psych. I don’t like you having the remote. That is man territory. I especially don’t like you taking it away from me.” His gaze heated, leaving her unsure if she had angered him, or if it was something else.
“Um…sorry. I wasn’t doing it to be rude…here. But for the record, the remote is an equal opportunist.” She handed back the remote, rustling to move off his lap. His arms snaked around her, keeping her affixed against him.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I just figure it is probably better if I sit over there…you are pissy.” She fidgeted with a strand of her hair, twirling it around her finger tight enough it left indentions.
“You figure wrong. I am not pissy. I do disagree with the whole women’s rights crap when it comes to the remote. It is set in stone and law that remotes belong to men. The kitchen belongs to women. Plain and simple.” He smirked.
She turned and smacked him across the arm, knowing that her hand hurt more than his arm did. He was a gentleman and faked pain, laughing and rubbing it like a scolded puppy. “Okay, okay! It can be thirty percent yours. There. Compromise.” He flinched, waiting for another whack, and laughed when she landed another love tap against his chest.
“Fifty-fifty, buddy. Keep talking and it will be ninety-ten.” They both laughed, stretching out to lay together on the couch. Damion wrapped his arm around her midsection, holding her close with his chin on the top of her head. She could feel his heartbeat thumping against her back, and melted against him. This is the safest place in the world.
“I don’t know if I will ever get used to this.”
“What’s that, love?”
“Being so loved.” She sighed peacefully, smiling when he squeezed her tighter.
“Well, get used to it. I want you touching me at all times, got it?” The slight teasing in his gruff demand made her smile. He may be big, bad Damion, but when he was with her, he turned into a marshmallow peep.
After the first episode was over and the second had just started, Logan walked in with an overload of sacks. “Dinner is served!” He sat it all on the counter and began unpacking the contents, grinning from ear to ear.
“Chinese food?” Jessa giggled.
“Yep. And this time I got four of everything on the menu. The drive-thru lady seemed to understand my order perfectly this time, and threw in extra egg rolls and more ‘special fortune cookies’ just for us.” He snorted a half laugh, making Damion and Jessa snicker at this dorkiness.
“Nice choice. I am starved.” Damion grabbed a stack of plates and set them on the table, heading back to get drinks. “Beer or pop?”
“Brew, bro.”
“I’ll take a cola please,” Jessa called out, dishing a bit of everything on each plate.
When Damion got back to the table and distributed the drinks, his eyes went wide. “Wow, easy, Jess. I am hungry, but that is a ton of food.”
“No, let her go, Damion. She has a system.” Logan smiled at her, showing appreciation to the insane methods of Chinese food eating.
Damion held up his hands in surrender, glancing at Jessa while she still piled the plates into heaping mountains of sodium.
“There. Now soak it all with soy sauce. Make a good little river around the volcano, and chow down. I promise it is the best in the world.” Proud of her three artistically organized plates, she sat down and grabbed her fork, waiting for the boys to follow. Just before she got the first bite to her mouth, a voice caught her attention and stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Yum. I smell Chinese food…I hope it was delivery. I could go for an Asian tonight.” Gavin stepped off the last step, slowly sauntering over to the table. Both Logan and Damion jumped up from the table, almost knocking their plates over. Jessa stood too, putting a hand on each of their arms to keep them in place. “Sit. Down. Now.” Her tone was sharp, making both men look first at each other before they took their chairs.
“No, and if you want to remain in this house, you will be more than willing to drink the supply that is in the fridge instead of getting it fresh.” Damion’s warning wasn’t taken seriously by the now grinning Gavin. Jessa could feel the tension thickening, and prepared for the worst. The overly testosterone fueled group all arched up, fluffing like a bunch of colorful peacocks.
“Nah, I was just joking. I have my fresh little meal right there. I will be able to taste the Chinese through her blood. Be sure and eat the cookie, baby.” Gavin leaned casually against the doorframe, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Damion jumped up and closed the distance in two humongous steps with Logan fast on his heels, stopping right in Gavin’s face. “You listen to me, you nasty fuck, you suck one drop from her and I will make you a shish-kabob in the morning, understand?”
Gavin stepped forward, standing toe to toe with him. “You don’t seem to understand, mutt. We are mated. I drink from her—she drinks from me. That is how it works.”
“She doesn’t drink blood from anyone! She is a shifter, not a bloodsucker. You must be confused, Iceman.” Logan scooted up beside Damion, standing shoulder to shoulder with him against Gavin.
“You guys, stop it now!” Jessa yelled, walking up to stand in between the square off.
“Jessa, go back and eat your dinner. This is between him and us.”
Damion’s growl pissed her off. She stepped back, letting the agitation of being dismissed and the stupidity of their man-off shake her wolf. In one leap, she shifted, snarling and growling her warning. All three turned, looking shocked and unsure as to how to handle the situation. Her ears flattened and her teeth snarled, giving them warning.
“I think our little princess is a bit pissed off, boys.” Logan stepped slowly backward, easing his way toward the door.
“I do believe you are right, Logan. Help me get her outside. I would rather not owe Autumn our paychecks for the next two years to cover remodeling charges.” He put his hands up in a defensive posture, working his way behind Logan.
“You two aren’t wolves. You are more like little pussy cats,” Gavin mocked, snarking at them both.
“Oh, don’t worry, asshole. This isn’t over,” Damion warned, easing farther and farther backward through the room. Once he reached the door, he stepped out across the porch and stumbled going down the steps. Jessa stalked them both, growling and snarling with her hackles raised. “Ooooh, baby girl, you have no idea what you just earned yourself. Your little ass is mine tonight. Calm down now, so we can go finish our dinner.” His commanding, condescending tone pissed her off more, making her bark and snap in his direction.
Logan was stripping off his shirt, preparing to shift and try to out ‘wolf’ her. Just like a damn man. He thinks his wolf is stronger? He may be bigger and stronger in human form, but my wolf is a bad, bad bitch. He has no idea what the hell he is about to step in. She began barking viciously at them, standing her ground and wanting them both to know that she wouldn’t stand for th
is stupid competition shit. This is her happily ever after, damn it, and they aren’t gonna fuck it up. The feeling of someone petting the top of her head distracted her, making her snap around to see what the hell was going on. Gavin was grinning from ear to ear, standing chillax beside her. He began scratching behind her ears, making the tension ease from her.
‘Calm down, baby. They are just testing me. I wouldn’t expect anything less. If they didn’t, I would have questioned their worth of you. I can handle it, don’t worry about that,’ his voice drifted through her mind, startling her.
‘Okay. They were being assholes, though. I will be damned if they think they can get away with it.’
‘I know, but they are just trying to protect you. I would have done the exact same thing, baby. They may have your days, but I have your nights.’ He winked at her, making memories of their night together swarm her thoughts. ‘Oh, tonight will be so much better than that, I promise you,’ he said, cutting her naughty little reminiscing short. He winked, sending shivers through her body. He sent her a flip of visual pictures of what he had in mind, making her knees weak. She gazed up at him, finding that he was happy with her reaction. She smiled back, turning her attention back to her other two mates.
Logan was standing with his jeans unbuttoned and his shoes off, looking unsure as to what to do next. Damion still glared at Gavin with rage. She stepped forward, walking over to Damion with her tail up and her posture relaxed. When she got within three feet of him, something sideswiped her, sending her hurdling through the yard, smacking against a tree and hitting the ground with a painful thunk. She shook off the pain and tried to get up, wiggling off the intense pain in her ribs. A woman flew at her again, and she readied for the blunt blow with her teeth ready to sink and rip. Just before she made impact, Gavin lit up the sky with lightning, slamming hundreds of bolts down into one beam into the mysterious attacker. It paralyzed her momentarily, until she threw it back at him in a counter maneuver. The two began battling, using air, electricity, flying trees, and invisible force beams. It went blow for blow until Gavin’s eyes glowed bright red. Damion and Logan sped over beside her, both shifted and snarling in her defense. She opened her thoughts to the two, allowing their bond to let them communicate. ‘Who the fuck is that?’
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