by Eve Langlais
“Or if you’re mad or unsure – anything – at least talk to us first.” Kendrick accented his demand with a pinch to her erect nub.
“I promise. What about you? Are you going to promise the same thing?”
“Of course.” Joel slapped his cock off her lips as if indignant at her request.
Kendrick chuckled. “Honey, you are stuck with us for life.”
“Don’t you know wolves only mate with one woman? One very special woman.”
“You’ve had sex with others,” she retorted, jealousy making her sound angrier than she was.
“Sex, yes, but only one bears our mark.”
“Mark?” Her eyes widened as she recalled the ring of teeth on her breast she’d seen when dressing and the ridge on the back of her shoulder. “You mean the bites?”
Joel nodded. “Even though we know you are the only one for us, and a human, we still claimed you. This is forever, querida.”
She frowned. “But I never bit you back. Don’t the legends have it going both ways?”
“You’re human. We can make exceptions.”
Or, she could give them what they needed, once they got in reach. Joel still teased her, his hand lightly stroking his rigid length, the tip of it pearled and tempting.
Lips traveled down her belly and despite the room he created between her thighs, Kendrick made sure he dragged his erect shaft down her leg, the heat and hardness of him bringing an answering moisture between her thighs. Oh, how he liked that, she judged when Kendrick growled against her mound, the vibration making her sigh in delight. Then like planned dual attacks, Kendrick speared her with his tongue while Joel filled her mouth with his cock.
Oh dear God. It seemed the time to talk was over and she was in such delicious trouble. With so many sensations happening at once, it proved hard to remember her plan, but when Joel pulled out of her mouth, she struck, nipping his upper thigh, pinching tight with her teeth. Joel cried out and his fingers tangled in her hair, pressing her mouth for a moment against the small bite mark she made. And then she had no time to wonder if she’d done it right, because they shifted her body and prepared her for something she’d read of. Wondered about. Fantasized. The question is, can I handle it? Handle both of them at once. God, she hoped so.
Chapter 18
Kendrick wanted to howl for joy, but contained himself, not wanting to do anything to jeopardize the understanding they’d finally achieved with Ruth. Farfetched as it seemed, she’d truly not understood how much she meant to them. Their fault, really, for not explaining more plainly how they felt. What idiot doesn’t tell his mate he loves her? He wouldn’t make that mistake again. He’d tell her and show her a hundred times a day if that was all it took to make her happy.
And he’d also make sure to taste her decadent honey as often as possible, because damn, she possessed the sweetest flavor he’d ever known. Or would ever know again.
He tongued her with all of his passion unleashed. He didn’t hold back as he lashed across her clit, bathing it, caressing it, feeling her twitch and tremble under his oral assault.
When he peered up, he tensed for a moment, frightened he’d get turned off by Joel getting sucked by her, but despite the fact he had no interest in Joel as a sexual partner, he couldn’t deny the erotic pleasure of watching Ruth devour his friend’s prick. His mouth busy with her pussy, Kendrick watched as her lips slid back and forth across Joel’s long dick. Felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse as she strained and pulled, her body heaving but held down both by Joel and his handcuff of her hands, and Kendrick, whose heavy body trapped her legs open.
He began to see the merit in what Fernando suggested so many days ago in the jungle. Perhaps they’d have use for the lube he’d brought after all, which currently dug into his thigh from where he’d placed it earlier on the bed. He let his tongue travel downwards, but didn’t leave her hungry channel completely bereft. He slid two fingers in, gasping at the molten heat of her, his hips twitching in response to her sex’s convulsive squeeze of them. Damn, he couldn’t wait to slip into her decadent heat. Her tightness.
But, this time, he wouldn’t take her alone.
His tongue probed at her rosette, flicking against it, pleased when she didn’t flinch or shy away, too caught up in the moment to notice his actions. But when he replaced his tongue with the tip of his lubed finger, she roused herself enough to yelp, “What are you doing?”
“Trust me,” Kendrick murmured, moving his tongue back to her clit, leaving his finger inserted in the tight ring.
“We’d never hurt you,” Joel whispered. Shifting his weight, Joel took his cock away from her mouth and began to kiss her, and stroke her perfect tits with his hands while Kendrick flicked his tongue on her nub. Slowly, she relaxed, and his finger eased in deeper. He grasped the lube and dribbled some more between her cheeks and this time, she didn’t tense at all when he slid a second finger into her. On the contrary, she moaned. She was ready, he hoped, but not for him. For this virgin voyage, Joel with his slimmer, if longer cock would go first.
He signaled to his friend, and with one last, probing kiss, Joel pulled away and lay on his back. Joel pulled her atop his frame, Kendrick guiding her so she sat on Joel’s lower stomach, Joel’s cock jutting in front of her.
A little close for comfort, but redeemed by her gleaming wet pussy. Kendrick dribbled lube onto his friend’s dick, and Ruth, watching with heavy-lidded eyes, immediately grasped it, stroking the hard length. Damn but it was an erotic sight.
“We won’t do this if you’re not ready,” Kendrick stated.
“I’ve read about this,” she admitted shyly. “And while I won’t lie and say it doesn’t scare me, I’m willing to try.”
She knelt up and over Joel’s cock, her teeth worrying her lower lip. Slowly, she lowered herself. Stopped as the head of his cock butted against her virgin passage. Kendrick reached out and stroked her clit, thrumming his thumb across it.
With a sigh of pleasure, she sank down and Joel went still as she took just the tip of him in with a gasp.
“Is it too much?” Joel asked through gritted teeth.
“Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.” She squeezed her eyes tight, body trembling as she hovered.
Without even thinking, Kendrick leaned forward and let his tongue lap her clit while he thrust his fingers into her. A cry left her, then another, and each time, she sank down further and further onto Joel’s cock. But what truly excited Kendrick was her reaction. Her pussy clenched, every muscle tightening and ready. He wanted in there when she exploded.
Quickly, he moved, leaning her back enough to give him access, then thrusting into her. Holy. Freakn’ Hell. He’d never felt anything so tight in his life. And when she immediately came? Her channel convulsed in tortuous waves and he almost passed out.
He definitely yelled her name, but it was nothing compared to how it felt when he began to move. Thrusting into her, jaw gritted at the exquisiteness of the action, his mouth found hers for a frantic kiss. Oh how she took control of that, sucking on his tongue, moaning into his mouth. And when she came again, biting the skin at his neck hard enough to draw blood? He not only exploded, but his soul touched hers in a way he never expected, but cherished.
Joel held on by the barest thread. And he didn’t know how because encased in Ruth’s hot flesh, knowing she loved him, knowing she wanted him, made him the happiest man alive.
And then it got better. Kendrick joined the circle, thrusting into her, and for a moment, as they both rested inside her body, her climaxing body, Joel felt something happen in him; something unfurled and reached out to touch … their souls? He couldn’t have said. But he wanted to keep touching it for as long as possible. His hands on her hips began to move her, sliding her back and forth on his cock, alternating his thrusts with Kendrick’s, seesawing her sweet body as she gasped and moaned, her body caught in a climactic loop, a never-ending orgasm that had his hips pistoning faster and faster, his heart pounding too quick to co
unt, then his whole world exploding.
“I love you.” He yelled it. Or thought it. It didn’t matter, he knew she heard him. And returned it with a pulsing warmth of her own, a wave of affection that transcended words.
Human or not, Ruth had managed to mate bond with them. If he’d possessed the strength, or the breath, Joel would have laughed. Here he’d worried about her humanity being the barrier to keep them apart. Worried about gaining her trust and love. And when he finally decided he didn’t need some esoteric force to keep them together, it happened. For better or worse, they were mated. Blood, heart, and soul.
And he couldn’t have been freakn’ happier.
Epilogue
“Holy shit. I still can’t believe they exist.” Stu slapped the dining room table as Kendrick’s mother cleared the dessert dishes – Ruth and the other girls in the family giving her a hand.
“Oh, they exist all right. Darned woman-stealing perverts,” Joel muttered.
“I told you!” his mother shouted from the kitchen with her impeccable hearing, eavesdropping as usual.
“So what’s going to happen to Ruth’s sister?” his dad asked.
A sister they were sworn to secrecy about. Kendrick couldn’t blame the Moon Ghosts for not wanting the knowledge they could change humans to get out. God only knew what someone with the wrong intentions would do with that little tidbit. Kendrick shrugged. “She keeps saying she’s getting a divorce. And their response is to just toss her over a shoulder and make her take it back.” He grinned. “I think they might have bitten off more than they expected when they stole her as their jungle freakn’ bride.”
“I am just happy my parents swallowed her story about staying with the other girls and documenting the tribe they found.” Fingers slid around his neck and a sweet perfume enveloped him as Ruth rejoined them. It didn’t take her long once she met Naomi and her mates to realize her relationship with him and Joel wouldn’t raise any eyebrows. Convincing her to come meet his family, though, that took a lot of work. Thankfully, they all reaped the benefit of that endeavor. He grabbed her hand and kissed the palm. She giggled, which tickled him, but not as much as knowing he possessed her panties in his pocket. God, just the thought of her naked under the long skirt …
“If anyone can get them to change their dating rituals, it’s her. Although I can see the merit,” Ruth said, hinting at how they’d kept her captive in her apartment for three whole days, extracting promises to love them forever, among other things.
“Hmmm, hot Tarzan-like men? I can see a whole lot of merit,” Naomi remarked.
“In little loin cloths,” Ruth reminded.
“We should make some,” Francine mused aloud.
“Over my dead body,” Mitchell growled.
“You and me both,” Kendrick added. “Come here, mischief maker.” Kendrick snagged and dragged Ruth onto his lap. She resisted at first, her body stiff. Public gestures of affection still made her blush. However, he already knew for a fact she enjoyed it, so he kept practicing on her. Of course, when she did relax, her bottom nestled against his groin in a much-too-pleasant fashion, making it a form of torture for him. Or, as he liked to call it, foreplay.
Seated on his left side, Joel’s hand splayed possessively along her nearest thigh, but it didn’t bother him. Not when he knew how much she liked it when they both touched her at the same time. Truth was, he loved it too. Loved watching her face as she gave in to the extreme pleasure they delighted in. A pleasure he wasn’t getting enough of currently. Dammit.
Mated or not, his woman refused to have sex with him and Joel while she was staying under his parents’ roof. Blushing and stammering, she could only mutter it wasn’t decent. Determined, he and Joel took her to a motel, but it only took one complaint of late-night screaming to put a halt to that. No sex until they got their own place. He and Joel took her house shopping the next day. Vacant ones only so they could count on a quick closing.
She leaned close to whisper to him, and he thanked God she didn’t know everyone in the room could still hear her. He’d kill them if they breathed a word. “I hear the Holiday Inn over in Kanata has sound proof walls.”
God, could she be more freakn’ perfect?
Damn, I love her.
Joel couldn’t help the smile on his lips every time he looked, saw, or smelled his mate. Human or not, he wouldn’t change a freakn’ thing about Ruth. While his love for her might have started because of a chemical reaction exclusive to his kind, hers evolved out of a genuine like of him for him. To a boy, now a man, who fought for acceptance his whole life, the trust she placed in him, the love she sent his way, melted the ice he’d encased around his heart.
His dad was still a dick. His mother still abandoned him. But someone loved him. Loved him and wanted him just the way he was.
Screw fate. This was what love was all about. Acceptance, laughter, and trust. With a healthy dose of sex.
“I’m not wearing underwear,” she whispered in his ear.
When the laughter erupted and Ruth realized her hushed comment greeted more ears than expected, she only turned three shades of red as she grumbled, “Darned wolves. I am so getting you all flea collars for your birthdays.”
Had he mentioned how much he loved this freakn’ woman? And no matter what challenges life threw their way, he’d do his best to meet them and to cherish what he’d found so he could stay in her life, forever and ever.
He was just lifting her fingers to his lips when the doorbell rang. Given the family all sat around the massive dining room table, no one paid it any mind except for Geoffrey, the family patriarch, who answered the door.
A moment later, a blonde RCMP officer entered the room. Was someone in trouble?
“Patricia, grab a seat,” Meredith yelled, recognizing her scent, even from the kitchen.
“I can’t. I’m here on business. I’m looking for Stu Grayson.”
Kendrick’s brother pushed back from the table and stood. “That’s me. What can I do for you, doll?”
“Stu Grayson, I’m placing you under arrest.” Patricia dangled a set of metal cuffs and jaws all over the place dropped. Except for Chris’. He laughed his face off as he shouted, “About time you came for him. Remember not to bend over in the slammer, big bro.”
And that was when the family dinner devolved into chaos. As usual.
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The End
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