by Tl Reeve
“Yes,” she answered.
“Hot damn.” He held out his hand to her. “Let's cut a rug, babe.”
“Why do I feel like I'm making a huge mistake doing this?” she mumbled, while standing.
“Not a mistake, sweetheart. But you will end up in our bed sooner than you realize,” Zane muttered.
Fucking hell, if Zane kept this up, they were never going to make it out of there in one piece.
Jamie pressed her heated forehead against the cool glass of her apartment window while she watched the fading red lights from Zane's patrol car as they drove away. She'd have to be completely stupid to have not seen the acute disappointment in both their eyes when she had requested to be dropped off home after their date, alone.
Jamie had her own disappointments since Zane hadn't even gotten out of the patrol car. Instead, he had pulled her close and given her a goodbye kiss that curled her toes and left her panting. Cian had walked her to her front door, taking the key from her fingers and checking her apartment before he left. She had thought he meant to leave without a kiss goodbye, but at the last second, he took her into his arms and gave her a kiss just as powerful and forceful as Zane's.
The car long gone, Jamie left the curtain open and kicked off her shoes as began to contemplate what having a relationship with two very dominant men would mean for her. How would it work? What where the logistics of such a relationship? Some of her girlfriends complained about meeting the demands of one male, she would be dealing with two! And would they always have sex together, or would she sometimes just be able to make love with one at a time? Although, from what she had experienced so far, the three of them together was intense.
Jamie ambled into her bathroom and turned the water on, snapping the drain closed before dumping a bunch of her favorite bath salts into the tub. She needed to relax, to clear her head, and just think on what she should do.
While the tub filled, she stepped back into her bedroom and began removing her clothes. She placed her sweater and jeans into the hamper then grabbed her favorite shirt and sleep pants. Jamie tried to ignore the fact that her panties were soaked as she removed them and threw them in the hamper. Arousal and frustration were a potent pair as it coursed through her body. Every inch of her ached; from her hard nipples to her throbbing clit. Whatever both men did to her, she wished she hadn’t been so stupid and had gone home with them. However, she wouldn't allow her body to control this; if she’d listened to her body, she would have let them fuck her when they picked her up.
Her fingers stiff and clumsy struggled with the clasp of her bra, and she groaned as the silky fabric rubbed over her puckered nipples. She had never, ever with any of the other men she had dated felt this uncontrollable need before. It consumed her thoughts as she entered the bathroom and turned off the hot water. Jamie pulled her long hair back then on top of her head, holding it with a clip to keep it dry and slipped into the hot water. Puffs of steam rose from the water scented with the honeysuckle scent of the bath salts.
Jamie groaned, pushing every errant thought from her mind as she laid back in the tub and let the water caress her legs, her sex, and finally her nipples. Oh, it almost felt like a lover’s caress. Almost. Jamie pressed her thighs together with the hopes of relieving the ache that seemed to build and grow with every passing second. It didn't help that she knew Zane and Cian were most likely in each other’s arms, relieving their sexual tension, while she laid her in her tub contemplating the theory of the universe.
She should have told them yes, should have given into them. But something had held her back. Perhaps it was the fact that she had been taught love and sex was between a man and a woman only. She chalked it up to the stupid priests and nuns she’d been raised around, forcing their indoctrination on an impressionable child. Love was love, of course, and it didn’t matter. People were supposed to love who they chose, not some ideal of who they should be with, and damn it, she had feelings for both Cian and Zane. Feelings that went beyond them being in a ménage and fucking themselves silly.
Although, she knew it would happen.
Jamie remembered Zane's words from earlier—he would fuck her, and then so would Cian. It excited her to even think about that scenario. To have each man take her individually and leave their cum inside of her. Yeah... it really excited her. So did watching Cian and Zane fuck. They could teach her, show her things her mind could never even imagine. She cupped her aching breast and rubbed her hard, tight nipple back and forth with her thumb. It wasn't enough. She needed more. Grasping the taut point between her forefinger and her thumb, she rolled and tugged on it, biting back a groan of pleasure. It was good, but she would bet her last penny, Zane and Cian's fingers were better. She let her nipple go then lowered her hand beneath the water. Her fingertips skimmed her hip before delving between her thighs. Her clit pulsed as her fingers brushed against it, and sparks of bliss ripped through her.
***
He watched Jamie sink into the tub, the steam raising up around her in thick waves blocking his view for a second. They thought they were protecting her, but he had been at the bar tonight watching as the three of them flirted and danced. He had been so sure that the little witch would have allowed the wolves to mount her and complete the Trinity tonight. To say he had been shocked when they left her at the door and gone home had been an understatement. Stupid fucks to leave her unprotected. He glanced down at the running patrol car and smirked. The single guard not even a blip on his screen, more like a fly to be swatted. An inconvenience he could easily take care of, but Master had requested that he not use any more of his black magic unless it was to kill the witches. The wolf in the car was unworthy of his or the Master's powers, but he would have to be taken care of at some point. He would speak to the Master to gain permission to end his life soon. Even if it meant an end to their game. He suspected the wolf in the car sensed something, but could not figure out where he was or even if he was apparition. He liked to keep him guessing.
Content the guard wolf would remain in his warm, comfortable car, he swung his gaze back up to her. He wanted to finish her off now, but the Master wouldn't allow it. Instead, the Master wanted them to fuck, wanted them to complete the Trinity and then kill her. The Master claimed her death would be sweeter, because her mates would suffer tenfold.
He shifted his weight on the tree limb and picked up the pair of binoculars he had left for just this purpose. He adjusted them and watched in fascination as her fingers glided across her flesh. He knew what she was doing when she cupped her nipples and tugged on them before her hand slipped down her belly and moved between her sex. How dare she? What a dirty whore. He would enjoy her death more than the others. He would enjoy watching the life slowly fade from her eyes as he pulled her insides out. It would be his greatest accomplishment and pleasure. He licked his lips in anticipation of the act. It was better than sex.
He heard a car door slam in the distance, but ignored it as Jamie brought herself closer and closer to her climax. Her neck arched and breasts bobbed in the water as her fingers rubbed erratically over her clit.
“Soon. Soon, you little whore, you will writhe on the ground for me as you struggle for your breath. You will know that I'm going to take your power with your last breath on this earth,” he whispered into the cold, dark night, uncaring if he was overheard. He didn't worry, he had the Master's power, and he would use it if he needed to.
A flashlight flickered on the ground under where he rested. The guard wolf had finally come out of his patrol car to do his job. He smiled when the white light swung up the tree and paused on the branch he rested on. He knew that the wolf didn't see him, the mist protected him.
The static of the radio filled the quiet night, and he heard the guard wolf put a call into her mates. He couldn't be found, the Master would be displeased if he was. He slipped deeper into the mist, sinking into its cover as the wolf stood below the tree. By the time the mates arrived, he would be long gone, but he’d leave the binoculars behind as a gift for
them.
The buzz of Zane’s phone vibrating across his bedside table woke him out of a restless sleep. Cian lay wrapped around him from behind. Both of their bodies still slick with sweat. Already he’d gone at his mate hard, trying to relieve the ache in his balls. Neither time did anything to alleviate the pain. He knew even if he attempted to fuck Cian again, it would do nothing to slake the lust coursing through him.
He reached for the phone and slipped his finger across the screen. “Hello,” he said then cleared his throat.
“Sorry to wake you, boss.”
Hearing Blake’s voice, he shot straight up in bed, and in the process, woke his mate. “Don’t worry about it. What’s wrong.”
“Jamie has a creeper. I didn’t get a good look at him,” the deputy said. “And I didn’t want to invade her privacy.”
Her privacy didn’t mean shit if the killer was spying on her. “Why not? Your job is to protect her.”
“No offense, Alpha, but she smells like you and Cian. Not only that, she’s... well, she’s throwing off some heady pheromones. One whiff and I’m... sorry, sir. I tried to give her enough space.”
Fuck, he knew leaving her alone had been the wrong move to make. “Fuck. Give us a minute, and we’ll be there.”
“She doesn’t know, Alpha. He didn’t bother her, only watched.”
Watched what? “Blake, what was she doing?”
The audible gulp from his deputy raised his wolf’s hackles. “Don’t say it. We’re on our way.”
“I’ll be in the stairwell,” the deputy said, before hanging up.
Fury blazed in Cian’s green eyes. “What the fuck happened?”
“Looks like someone decided to do a little peeping on Jamie. Come on, I told Blake we’d be there in a minute.” He slid out of bed and grabbed his jeans off the chair. Maybe they should have been more insistent with her. Forcing the issue—sex—of course, was never okay, but if she’d come home with them, Jamie would’ve been tucked between them, safe and sound.
“What the fuck?” Cian said, standing. “Why the fuck didn’t he stop the guy?”
“Looks like Jamie has an admirer with Blake,” he said. “The guy got a hard-on when we brought her home.”
“The fuck you say,” Cian snarled. “No way in fuck that pissant is touching my mate.”
“Don’t worry, he’s keeping his distance,” Zane chuckled as he redressed. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” he said, as he slipped on his shirt. “No way in hell I’m leaving her alone for another minute.”
“You and me both,” Zane agreed. “Come on.”
The drive didn’t take very long, and though he hated potentially frightening her, he also couldn’t allow her in good conscience to be alone. Not after the call from Blake. When they arrived, Blake greeted them from the second-floor landing. “I know, I know. I should have been closer, and I could have caught him. But, I didn’t feel—”
“We get it,” Zane said. “What did he leave behind?”
“Binoculars,” the deputy answered, holding up a clear bag. “I guess he didn’t expect to see me outside.”
Or he did, and leaving the evidence behind was a gift of sorts. “Get it back to the station and have it gone over for fingerprints. If you get any” —which he suspected wouldn’t be there— “run it through AFIS.”
“Yes, sir,” Blake answered. “She’s been inside and hasn’t come out since you brought her home. The apartment is secure.”
“Except for the window some fuck-face watched her from,” Cian growled.
The deputy swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah.”
“You’re relieved from your duty for the night. We’re staying with her tonight,” Zane relayed to him.
Cian brushed past them and headed up the stairs without another word. “I-I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t feel comfortable treading into your territory.”
“It’s okay, Blake. I meant it when I said, I understood. It is a sticky situation. We should have stayed.” He clapped the kid on the shoulder. “Sign in the evidence then get your ass some sleep.”
“Thank you.” The deputy hurried away, leaving him to find Cian.
As he came to the top of the staircase, his mate stood by the door, his eyes narrowed. His ear had been pressed to the door, not like he needed to, but the action made Zane curious. He came up beside Cian and cocked a brow. “What are you doing?”
“Listen, I think she’s... you know,” he whispered.
A soft moan drifted through barrier between them. “Fuck.” He pulled his keys out of his pocket then placed her apartment key into the deadbolt and turned it. She could hate him later, he didn’t care. Right now, she needed them. Pressing his finger to his lips, he opened the door.
Both of them yanked off their shirts then their shoes before padding down the hall toward the only opened door in the house. He smelled her cream before he saw her writhing in her bed. Naked, she worked her clit with her right hand while tugging on her nipple with the left. Son of a bitch, what a glorious sight. Jamie’s breath came in soft pants as her hips arched with each down stroke of her fingers. Zane’s mouth watered. Beside him, Cian watched her. Lust sizzled in his eyes, and tension radiated from his body.
“Looks like you’re doing a good job of warming yourself up for us,” Zane growled, taking a step toward the bed.
Jamie shot up in bed and gave a startled cry. “How did you get in here? Why are you here?” She reached for her sheet, but Cian stilled her hand.
“There was a call,” Cian said, shifting closer to her on the bed. “We came to make sure you were okay.” His fingertips trailed up her leg then down her thigh, settling over her swollen pussy. “Damn, babe, you’re soaked. Have you gotten any relief?”
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” she hissed, trying to close her legs to keep Cian from touching her.
Zane sat down on the opposite side of the bed and ran his thumb over her exposed nipple. “Did you know you had someone watching you as you tried to pleasure yourself?” He pinched the hard peak between his fingers and pulled before letting it go.
Jaime sucked in a breath and bit her lip, tempting him to do the same. “Why...” She licked her lips. “Why would someone be spying on me?”
“I think we’ve been over this already.” He leaned and licked the valley between her ample tits then blew on the spot. Jamie whimpered. “Do you want me to explain it again, or would you rather Cian settles between your legs and licks you to climax?” Zane nipped her chin. “He’s got great oral skills.”
“Tell me, babe.” Cian kissed the edge of her knee.
“Wait!” She put her hands out while trying to scramble to an open part of the bed. “You-you can’t just come in here and... and sex me up like I’m a toy or something.”
“Oh, we know you’re not a toy,” Cian assured her as he prowled after her.
“We’d never ‘sex you up,’ as you say,” Zane added. “Make you ours, on the other hand.” He grinned. “Both of us can get behind the idea.”
“Stop,” she protested. “Why are you here, for real this time? Like talk, not... not whatever this is.”
Cian sighed. “We’re going to have to tell her.”
Zane smirked. “We’re going to do both.”
“Excuse me, don’t I have a say?” she interjected.
“Oh, you’re going to say a lot here in a minute. Mostly ‘oh, God,’ and ‘don’t stop,’ but you’re going to be talking to us.”
“Cocky bastard. I thought you were only an asshole, and Cian was the cocky one,” she huffed, narrowing her gorgeous doe eyes at Zane.
“I’m both, sweetheart. Cian happens to show his cock-y more than I do.” She slapped his hand away from her breast, but he palmed the supple flesh undeterred by her bluster.
“A man sat outside and watched you tonight. He left behind binoculars in his hasty retreat. Where in the apartment could he have seen you?” Zane asked. His touch never left her skin. He had to keep her off kilter.
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br /> “I came inside and went for a bath,” she said, her tone taking on a breathy quality. “I have a window in there.”
Cian inhaled then groaned. “No wonder you smell so good.” He nibbled on the curve of her calf.
“What were you doing in the bath?” he asked, leaning in before he nibbled a path across her jaw.
“What do you think?” she snapped.
“I think you were touching this swollen, slick pussy of yours,” Cian said as he rubbed her clit. “I bet it felt so good. Did you come, babe?”
Jamie cried out and tried to close her legs again. “No,” she answered. “I couldn’t... oh, God.” Her legs fell open and her hips rose off of the bed. “I should be furious at both of you. You left me.”
“Sweetheart, you said you needed time. We were giving it to you,” Zane replied. He pressed his lips to hers. She moaned, opening for him.
“I need to taste you,” Cian muttered.
“We’ll make you feel better,” Zane stated. “We won’t leave you ever again. I vow it.”
“Me, too.” Cian moaned as he licked, nibbled, and sucked on her generous flesh. He fit his shoulders under her hips and licked his lips. “I have a feeling I’m about to feast on the sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”
He ran his tongue through her slit. A possessive growl built in his mate’s throat. “Fuck, mate. Get deep inside her.”
Jamie’s eyes went wide, and her mouth fell open. “Cian,” she sobbed.
“You’re in for a wild night, sweetheart.” Zane kissed her again. The wet, sloppy sound emanating from Cian turned him on. He kissed a path down her neck and across her collarbone. Her soft moans shot straight to his dick. Hard as a rock, his shaft throbbed in time with his heartbeat. “We’re going to make you understand everything.” He drew her nipple into his mouth and flattened it against the roof of his mouth before biting down on the hard bead. Jamie shattered in their arms. She bucked and shuddered while holding Cian’s face to her sex. The man snarled and doubled his effort.
