by Tl Reeve
“Make her come.” Zane rested one large hand on Cian’s lower back and locked eyes with her.
Jamie’s back came off the bed as a keening wail fell from her lips while Cian lashed at the swollen bud. His growl sent an electric beat through her body. Her pussy clenched, her orgasm racing through her entire body. “Oh... ohmigod!” Jamie screamed. She placed her hand on Cian's head and dug her fingers into his hair. Cian slipped two fingers inside of her pussy, fucking her like she’d wanted him to only with his dick. Maybe you should work on how you talk about sex? She brushed the thought off the minute her gaze met Zane’s. He was sexy as hell. His chest flushed crimson. His eyes wild with lust. Even his lips were parted as his breath came in soft pants. The heady combination of watching Zane prepare Cian and Cian eating her out had her coming quicker than she had ever come before. Cian placed a kiss to her clit and removed his fingers from her quivering pussy before licking them clean.
“You know what's going to happen, don't you, Little witch?” Zane helped position Cian over her body. His dick bumped her sensitive clit, and she gasped.
“Yes.” She wiggled against him, trying to fit the tip of his cock to her entrance. She couldn’t stand it. She was on fire. The tension radiating through her body threatened to steal her ability to think, let alone speak.
“Tell us.” The dark rumble of Zane’s voice commanded her.
“Cian's going to fuck me, while you fuck him.” She hooked her leg around Cian’s waist, opening herself to him.
“Correct.” Zane stroked his cock twice more before positioning himself at Cian's rear. “Do you know the power you have over us, little mate?”
She shook her head. Cian groaned and pushed into her as Zane filled him. “You've got us both on edge. This right here can shatter us. Destroy us with one clench of your sweet pussy.”
Jamie moaned, unable to look away as Zane began to move. Each slap of his hips pushed Cian deeper into her. He ground his pelvis against hers, stimulating her clit. Cian took her nipple into his mouth and bit down, adding to the coil of bliss building within her.
He released the hard point and placed kisses between her breasts before placing a kiss to her lips. “I love how responsive you are, babe. It makes me so fucking hard.” He kissed her again with such ferociousness. His tongue tangled with hers, and she could taste herself on it. The spicy tang snapped to life on her taste buds, and she wanted more of it.
Their pace picked up, Cian's thrusts were counter to Zane's, and at one point, Cian did all the work. The snarl of pleasure Zane let loose, had her pussy creaming. Holy hell, how was this possible? How did little, plain Jamie get these two hot as hell men? The scene playing out before her was surreal. It was as if she watched them as a spectator, not as a participant.
Cian nuzzled her neck. “Where did you go, babe?”
“I'm here,” she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I can't believe this is happening, and I'm here with both of you.”
“Trust me, your tight pussy tells me you're right here with us,” he chuckled.
“What's it like?” Her breath hitched as Zane slammed into his lover.
“What's what like?” Zane asked.
“You being inside of him and him being inside of me,” she said. “It has to be amazing, because in a weird way I feel you, too.”
Zane growled. “Fuck.”
Cian groaned. “He's so deep, and I'm so fucking far in you. It's the best feeling in the world. Both of you are testing my control. He's hitting my sweet spot with his tip, and you're clamping down on me and trying to milk my cock. I can hardly move without feeling like I'm going to come.” Her clit ached, throbbing at the same pace of her erratic heartbeat. “I think my talking to her is going to make her cum.” Cian glanced back at Zane. The man's chest was covered in sweat and red from arousal.
“Hell, you've got me on edge as well, mate,” he said, his head back on his shoulders. “Ready to make this intense for our little mate?”
“Fuck yes. Let's do it.”
Together, they set a rhythm which had the potential to destroy her like Zane said, and she wanted it more than her next breath. When Zane thrust, Cian pulled out. The sound of their combined pleasure filled the room. A coil of need curled through her lower abdomen, setting her on fire. With each slide of Cian's cock, he took her higher until she begged for her release.
“Please,” she cried out. “I need!”
Cian grunted. “You and me both, babe. Fuck, Zane. I ain't going to last.”
“Who said you have to?” their lover said with a chuckle. “Fill her pussy up, and I'll fill your ass.”
The first flutters of her release raced through her. Like a million electrified butterfly wings beating against her belly. She clamped down on her mate, and she sobbed, “Touch me. Rub my clit. Make me come.”
“As you wish. Get my finger wet, babe.” Cian lifted his thumb toward her mouth, and she greedily sucked it past her lips. He shoved into her and stilled, sucking air between his clenched teeth. “Back off, or else I'm blowing.”
Jamie teased him a bit more. It sent him into a frenzy. His hips bucked as he bobbed between both of them fucking her as he fucked Zane. Her lover howled and gripped Cian's hips tighter. “Fuck. Gonna come, Cian.”
He hollered then moaned. “Can't stop, she's got me all kinds of worked up. Babe, be good to me.”
Her body tensed as everything coalesced inside of her, and her vision narrowed to both men before she screamed through her release. She jerked and shuddered, rolling her hips as both men shouted. The warmth of Cian's seed filled her as they gave over to the pleasure building between them.
Long moments later, Zane pulled from Cian, and he slid from her. Her mates wrapped themselves around her, cocooning her in their warmth. Again, though, they didn't bite her. They didn't complete the Trinity; something she neither believed in nor understood. So, why did it bother her so much? Why did a pang of sorrow make her heart hurt?
Everything they said, she wanted it to be true. No, it had to be true on some level, Right? But she hadn't seen their wolves and the only magic she’d seen or felt had come from the box of bloody roses. Yet, voicing her concerns seemed wrong at the moment. Snuggled up to them, everything else outside could disappear, and she'd be happy right here with both men. A contented sigh fell from her lips, and Zane chuckled.
“Next time,” he stated. “We're both taking you. Then we're going to mark you and fuck you again.”
Jamie groaned. Had he heard her thoughts or been so in tune with her body language he just knew? “Sounds heavenly,” she murmured.
“You smell fucking heavenly,” Cian muttered against her neck. “I want to eat you up.” His teeth grazed her neck. “I want to fuck you again.”
Zane grunted. “Both of you are going to kill me.”
“What a way to go, though.” Her mate filled her with his fingers. “Right, babe?”
She sighed. “Oh, yeah.”
“What's he doing to you, sweetheart? Zane asked.
“Fingering me. Touching me in all the right spots. It feels so good,” she murmured rubbing Cian’s groin with her rear.
“Mmm,” Zane murmured. “Cian is really good at that, too.” He cupped her breast and toyed with her nipple. “He got me so turned on once, I spilled my load.”
“It was so fucking hot,” Cian whispered. “I didn't realize he was so close. Next thing I know, his dick is twitching, and he's coming hard, no hands.”
Jamie cried out as her pussy spasmed. “Fuck!”
“Guess I still have the magic touch.” Cian kissed her. “I love watching you come. It’s a beautiful sight to behold. Now, rest.”
“Rest,” she giggled. “I think I'm going to sleep like the dead. You've both worn me out.”
“Good,” Zane said, kissing the side of her neck. “It was our intention. Sleep, sweetheart. We'll be right here for you, no matter what.”
Jamie's eyes fluttered shut as she relaxed into their embra
ce and whispered, “Thank you.”
Cian woke to the warm press of Jamie's body curled into his. Zane had been up for a while, leaving him to watch over their mate. There had been something gnawing at Zane since the whole scene at the travel agency, Cian could feel it. However, they hadn't talked about it yet. He suspected they would at some point, but he wouldn't push the issue. He'd wait until Zane was ready, then he'd listen and offer support.
After sliding out of bed, leaving a still slumbering Jamie wrapped in their blankets, he grabbed some clean clothes before taking a quick shower. He was supposed to head into Mass Hysteria and take care of a few straggling details before the bash for Halloween, but Jamie came first. Once he was dressed, he headed downstairs to their kitchen and came to a sudden stop. Several investigation files lay open in front of Zane. Pictures of dead bodies along with family photos lay alongside them. What are you looking for?
Cian crossed the room and came up behind Zane. He pressed a kiss to his mate's neck while he grabbed the newest photo and frowned. The girl's brown eyes and auburn hair caught his attention. He glanced at the other pictures, and his stomach turned sour. The majority of the girls looked alike. If their hair wasn't auburn, it was a reddish-brown...with the exception of one girl. A girl he'd never seen before.
“What the hell is going on?” he muttered, placing the image back down on the stack of files.
“We have a serial killer on the loose,” Zane said, picking up another file.
“Well, I knew that,” Cian said as he strolled over to the coffee pot, so he could pour himself a cup. “How about I start breakfast and you tell me what's going on?” He wasn't very hungry, but he had a feeling when Jamie woke up, she would be.
“Sure,” Zane said. “Did you notice anything when you looked at the pictures?”
If his mate meant did all the women look like Jamie in a macabre kind of way, then yeah, he did. “Yes.”
“I noticed it yesterday when I was looking at the human girl. Whoever the killer is, got sloppy.”
No shit. The suspect mutilated the girl's body and unlike last time, didn't preserve anything. The bastard should have burned her remains instead of leaving her the way he did. It would have been more humane. “So, this person is looking for Jamie? Or building up the courage to go after her?”
“Something,” Zane said. “I'm not sure what he's waiting for, but these are all practice for him.”
“Well, he's getting impatient. You can tell by the last kill,” Cian replied as he pulled the bacon and eggs out of the fridge.
“Or pissed off,” his Alpha answered.
“True.”
“This girl, the human, no one knows her. No one has seen her before, and I've run her prints and picture through missing persons. No hits yet.” Zane picked up another picture and showed Cian. A blonde, blue-eyed girl stared back at him. “This is the only girl who deviated from the others. Why?”
“Isn't she one of Jamie's friends? Mary or something?”
Zane stared at the photo. “Shit. Is it? But, why kill her?”
“Maybe she got in the way?” It made sense when he thought about it. If he was trying to get at Jamie, and her friend was in the way, eliminating her seemed to be the obvious route to take.
“Son of a bitch,” Zane growled. “We've been looking at this all wrong.”
“Tell me what you're thinking,” Cian stated as he placed several pieces of the bacon into the hot pan.
“What if all of these girls have had contact with Jamie,” he started. “Then add in the fact they all look like her...”
“Sick bastard.” It made sense. Besides eliminating targets, he'd also use them as practice. “Which also means Ava is in the way as well.”
“Son of a bitch!” His mate stood then went for his phone. When Ava's sleep-addled voice answered, Zane lost his shit. “Where are you?”
Cian tried to block out their conversation as he went about making breakfast. The subtle scent of their mate caught him by surprise. When she didn't step into the kitchen, he shook his head. He turned off the stove as he put the remainder of the bacon onto the plate then came over to him. “We have company.”
“I know,” Zane snapped, looking up at the empty stairway. “You might as well come on down. We know you're there.” Cian quirked a brow at Zane's tone when he called for Jamie. It was soft, reassuring, and not a tone he heard often with his Alpha.
“You realize she most likely heard the end of our conversation,” Cian murmured. It wasn’t the best way to have the conversation with her, but she also needed the truth. Someone was after her, and if they didn’t prepare her, well, she’d be shit out of luck.
“Son of a bitch,” Zane growled under his breath.
Jamie hit the second to last step. The step creaked as she settled on it. She wore one of Zane’s T-shirts that came about mid-thigh on her, showing off her curvy body. Her hair lay in the sexy tangles of a woman well-loved by her mates, and her eyes were heavy-lidded and a bit dazed. Shit, she looked good enough to eat.
“I didn't mean to interrupt.” Jamie hesitated on the stairs for a second before she joined them in the kitchen. “I woke up alone.” Her voice wobbled, and it rubbed Cian the wrong way.
“We both usually get up early. I figured you’d need your rest after last night.” Zane held his hand out to her.
She didn’t take it right away. She stared at his outstretched hand and nibbled on her bottom lip. She was unsure, he could feel it. It was his and Zane’s responsibility to show her and assure her she was very much wanted in their home. Until last night they hadn’t properly done so, and it pissed Cian’s wolf off. When she finally took Zane’s hand, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
“Good Morning, Little Witch.” Zane tugged her into his lap and kissed her. “Did you sleep well?”
The sweet scent of her arousal hit Cian square in the chest. He'd bet the bar their little mate didn't have any panties on under that shirt. A groan of pure need filled his chest at the thought of ripping that shirt off of her and fucking her right there at the table. Fuck. He adjusted himself, trying to relieve the pressure on his dick.
“Yes, I did.”
Zane leaned in and gave her a passionate good morning kiss while his fingers slipped under the shirt. Jamie moaned. She fisted the front of his shirt, rocking against him. Shit. They were both going to kill Cian. His dick kicked behind the confines of his zipper and a pearl of precum wet his boxer-briefs. Guess breakfast will have to wait.
Cian leaned back against the countertop and opened his jeans, fisting himself. He watched Zane as he kissed their mate and pleasured her with his fingers. The sexy little gasps and moans slipping past her lips the moment she came, almost brought him to his damn knees and coming like an untried boy. Zane removed his fingers from under her shirt and sucked Jamie's glistening cream from his fingers.
“Wow.” Jamie let out a shaky breath. “Not what I’d been expecting.” She pushed her hair from her face. The deep crimson flush on her cheeks, made Cian desperate for her.
“Hope it makes up for leaving you alone this morning.” Zane nuzzled her neck and groaned. “Because you got me hard and ready.
“Yes. Yes it did.”
She’d have to get used to unexpected moments of pleasure from both of them. Neither of them held back, when the urge to fuck came over them, they did it. Didn’t matter the time of day or if they were expected anywhere. For them, expressing themselves was easier physically. A good fuck did wonders and connected him and Zane on such a basic, carnal level.
“Good. Cian is making us breakfast. We'll eat, and then we'll give you a proper good morning.”
Cian didn't know if his dick could wait till after breakfast. He doubted either would Zane. He shoved his rigid dick back into his pants and buttoned up, leaving the first two open. After washing his hands, he grabbed the eggs out of the fridge and went back to making their breakfast. Later, he’d kill Zane for screwing them over.
“What's all this?” Curiosity filled Jamie's voice.
“Nothing you should worry about.” Zane lifted her with ease then carried her over to the couch to sit down. He situated Jamie, so she was astride him, her knees were on either side of his hips. Their couch had been well used over the years, and that morning it was no different. He scrambled up the eggs then poured them into the hot pan making sure to continue to stir them. The aroma of their arousal wafted over to Cian, and it took all of his will-power to keep cooking when all he wanted to do was join them and fuck their mate. When the food was finished cooking, Cian placed the eggs on the countertop. He couldn’t take it anymore; they were both driving him insane.
Cian's gaze met Zane’s as the man removed Jamie’s shirt then bent his head to capture one of Jamie's tight, pink nipples. Jamie cried out, her hips rocking over his erection. Zane released her nipple with a loud pop and kissed his way down the ample breast, slowly working his way over to the other.
“Is he watching?” Zane whispered against Jamie's flushed skin.
“Yes,” Jamie panted as Zane licked the hard point.
“His dick hard?” Zane sucked on her other nipple.
Cian reached down and slowly unbuttoned his fly, freeing his dick and began stroking himself. His hips flexed, pushing more of his shaft into his palm. Precum flowed freely with each pump of his fist.
Jamie groaned when her gaze dropped to his groin. “Very.” She licked her lips. “I want to taste him.”
“I think she read my mind.” Cian crossed to them, and his hand never slowed down. “Her eyes are glued on my dick, and she is licking her lips.”
“Works for me, since I want to taste her sweet, hot little pussy.” Zane flipped their position. He pushed his shoulders between her thighs, opening her up to him. “Stand by her head, so she can suck you.”
She latched onto Cian, taking him as deep as she could go. The sinful sound his lover made the minute he entered her mouth, threatened to unman Zane. He sat up quickly and shucked his jeans before getting back into position. The sweet, musky and tantalizing scent of her pussy left him lightheaded and desperate to get his mouth on her.
