by Sam Hall
“What? No,” Zack said. “Though a conversation needs to be had. What do you want me to do, babe? I’ll leave you with the keys, walk back to the house. You can come back to me when you’re ready.”
Lorcan growled at that, spinning me around, arms like steel bands across my chest, but that made me painfully aware of how my hard nipples were.
“You want your mate to watch me with you?” Lorcan suggested, his voice like slow-moving poison now. He nipped my ear when I didn’t reply. “I wouldn’t mind leaving someone else to do the aching for a fucking change.”
“This doesn’t change anything,” I said to him and to me.
“Fairly sure I’ll disagree if I get my hands on that pretty little cunt.”
“You touch her with her permission. You only go as far as she says,” Zack warned.
“I still knot for her. I can feel it throbbing right now.” A gentle hand stroked down the side of my face. “She’s still my mate until this goes away. You have to know what that means.”
Just as when he kissed the inside of my wrist, the first press of his lips to my neck set off explosions within me, only his arms stopping me from arching upwards.
“Sssh…” he said, placing another and another until my head swam. “I’m going to take you into my room, and you’re going to try very hard not to judge how shitty it looks. Then I’m going to strip you bare, because I need to kiss every inch of you. Tell me you want that.”
My eyes flicked open, and I saw Zack standing there with eyes that burned fiercely with a weird mix of passion, fear, and pain.
“Zack comes with us. That’s my condition. He’s my mate. He doesn’t get left out. He leaves of his own volition.”
“Sure thing, princess.”
And with that, he spun me around, taking my hand in his, and dragged me down the hall.
Chapter 26
He wasn’t kidding. Old sheets had been tacked over more smashed windows, the carpet worn to the backing in places, covered in stains I dared not guess the origin of in others.
“C’mere,” he said, tipping up my chin, dropping his mouth down to mine. “I’ve been dreaming of tasting those lips for days. You bit them yesterday when I kissed your wrist, and I’ve never been as hard. Tell me you want this.”
“You’re going to ask permission for every step of this?” I asked, unable to stop my hands from running over those cobblestone abs. “Could make things kinda prolonged.”
He grinned, a not entirely nice thing, but he was moving in close, drowning me in a crisp, masculine scent as he trailed his hands up my arms.
“Tell me I don’t need to. You give me a free rein, I guarantee you’ll go back to your mate a happy girl.”
“Paige…” Zack said.
“Oh, now you’ve got qualms?” I said, shooting him a harried look.
“Just be clear where your boundaries are.”
“Right, boundaries.” I turned back to Lorcan. “No pain. I don’t get off on it at all, which fucking rules out surprise anal. Actually, to both of you, surprise anal is always off the table. Just leave my butt alone until I can trust you to know what you’re doing.”
Oddly, that got me a chuckle from both of them.
“I don’t know what all of…this indicates to you, but I’m pretty vanilla. If you try and choke me or face fuck me, I will pin you to the ground, find the nearest thing that’ll work as an impromptu dildo, and ride your arse like a pony with it. If women are into it, I’m cool. I’m just not.”
“Fuck, that put some vivid mental images into my head. OK, I can work with that. Mostly I just wanted to kiss you.” His lips brushed mine, finally, briefly, my head whipping up to close the gap, but he held off. “A lot. Like way more than you can possibly want.”
“That definitely works,” I panted before he claimed my mouth with his.
I didn’t know what I was expecting from Lorcan. Who he was and his behaviour seemed to bounce around from smart arse shit yesterday to dutiful young man at Nan’s to this… What was this? If I had to choose a word, it was reverent. He stroked my hair, my face, seeming to need something for his hands to do as his mouth conquered mine.
First with teasing little glancing kisses, pulling away before they could deepen, then darting back for more. His tongue grazed mine but retreated until I dug my hands in his hair and pulled him closer. He groaned into the tight grip, so like my OTT display yesterday, but I didn’t care. He said he needed a taste, well I did too, of mint and our meal and coffee and him. My teeth sunk into that too full bottom lip, marvelling at its plush depths before my tongue surged forward. We were eating at each other as his hands went to my waistband and mine to his, my fingers nimble, flicking open the button, sliding down the zipper and pushing my hand in.
“Fuck!”
He tried to claw my hand away when they closed around his rigid length, but I just purred. I hadn’t seen a whole lot of shifter dick, but compared to humans, they were always so damn thick and long. I rubbed a thumb over his slick head, making it glossy with his seeping pre-cum.
“You keep doing that, and I’m going to embarrass myself,” he rasped, trying to pull my hand back, but I slid it lower, lower until he let out a noise from the depths of his soul. I spanned my fingers across the tightly stretched skin of his knot, giving it an impulsive squeeze, fascinated to see more clear fluid gush from his cock.
“You said you kept getting hard over and over.”
“Wanted that to be in you,” he ground out, but I dropped down, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling him closer as I saw Zack shift into view.
Hot brown eyes watched me trace the central vein of Lorcan’s cock with my tongue, the way I flattened it just under the head where it was the most sensitive. Zack’s hand went to his sweats, rubbing the big lump there as I traced the rigid head, licking away the other man’s pre-cum like you would an ice cream.
“Well, if you’re sure about this,” Lorcan ground out, gently putting his hand on my head to coax me to swallow him down, and I did.
Not far. Zack always reassured me the most sensitive part was the head anyway, and I could never get past the feeling of choking. Lorcan certainly didn’t seem to care, babbling a stream of sweet nothings as I started to move.
“So good, so good…” He stroked my hair, my jaw, tipping it slightly so he could go a little deeper. “Oh fuck, Paige. Tell me where you want this, because I’m gonna come. I’ve been fucking rigid all through your nan’s dinner, imagining all the—Fuck!”
I looked up into his eyes, saw the tension and the awe get washed away by a great wave of pleasure. My hand wrapped around his knot and squeezed hard, then his growl filled the room, long and strangled as his body went stock still.
Cum jetted into my mouth, over and over, while I was frantically trying to swallow, but some still dripped free. He tried to pull away, but I still suckled on him, more gently now, moving my lips in little bumps, and he didn’t soften an inch, just as he said. Only the sensitivity seemed to fade, as his little almost pained gasps gave way to long, full throated groans.
“How the fuck do you do that?” he hissed, yanking me free and throwing me on the bed, then pulling my jeans off in one sweep. “Why do I come so hard? Why won’t my dick quit?”
He said the wrong thing in the right way when he followed me down, shoving my shirt and my bra up around my neck.
“Are you some kind of witch or something?”
That should’ve conjured images like I saw in Dad’s papers, of screaming women standing on piles of kindling, burning alive, but as his lips went to my collarbone, my breasts, I just smiled.
Maybe they had the right of it, those medieval men, because there was a power here. My fingers tangled within Lorcan’s hair, those black strands so stark against my skin, and gripped them as his eyes rolled up to meet mine. He watched me unblinking as he circled my nipple with the tip of his tongue, too soft, too imprecise for what I wanted, but it was coming, I knew. I smiled at him, and his eyes shone
silver as he closed his lips around it and then sucked.
Jesus. My head was thrown back, unable to deal with the incredible intensity as I felt twin tugs on my nipple and my clit. His teeth scored my tender tip, pulling harder and harder until I began to squirm. I felt the bed dip, a heavy weight displacing it, and opened my eyes to see a naked Zack had crawled on, his hand stroking his cock.
“I told myself I’d watch and wait, let you do this on your own, but…I need my girl.”
I nodded, watching him move closer.
“Our girl,” Lorcan growled.
He was bent over my body, protecting it like a dog with a bone, which I guessed he was.
“If you’re good to her. If you’re worthy. I’ll share with anyone she chooses, as long as they prove they’re good enough for her.”
Lorcan trailed his kisses down my stomach, moving to my inner thigh to the sound of my pleased moans.
“Beyond this, you might not get another chance at touching her for a while. If she wants her hand held or long romantic walks or just to get to know you, then that’s what you do,” Zack insisted.
When Lorcan pulled back, the diffused sunlight hit his face, revealing the complete destruction of his expression.
“When you first met her, would you have done absolutely fucking anything for her to touch you? Even just a graze of her finger, her breath on your skin?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Would you fight every single one of those fucks who think they’re owed a piece of her because the base of their dicks swelled?”
“Fucking promise I would.”
“I don’t know you or Paige.” Lorcan looked down at me, that expression softening. “But everything inside me tells me to burn the whole fucking world down if she asks. Do you want me to stop? We can do things right. I’ll come to your door, court you better than your granddad did your nan. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”
This was sheer fucking insanity. Wolves are ruled by their instincts, while shifters try to be anything but, too many cautionary tales of jumping in when things ‘feel’ right, only to repent like hell at leisure. Being mated to someone lasted a lifetime, so you wanted to do things properly.
But I couldn’t remember any of the advice I’d been given. I just knew I wanted them, that when Zack moved closer, sliding a hand on my shoulder, when Lorcan stared at me and ran his hand down my thigh, I couldn’t say no. I wanted to say yes, yes, yes to fucking everything. So I did.
Lorcan slid to the edge of the bed, dragging me over with him, slinging my legs over his shoulders before regarding what was before him. He stroked one solitary finger through my folds before looking back at me.
“I want you to burst, drown me in your slick. I want to be covered in you, dripping, so that when you turn around and scurry away from this shithole with that mate of yours, I’ll have something of you still with me.”
He didn’t wait for me to reply, since I’d given my permission. Instead, he bent his head down and kissed me.
It was all so delicate at first, like he wanted to take tiny sips of me, little kitten licks to make me aware of everywhere I ached. But I was more than conscious of it.
“Lorcan…” I begged.
“You fucking destroy me when you say my name like that,” he growled out.
“I need…”
“I know, I know, I just wanted…”
Me, he wanted me. I felt that as his mouth plundered me, thrusting his tongue inside to lick my slick from the source, his fingers pinching at my clit, making the ache sharpen so swiftly, a little scream escaped me.
“Babe?”
Zack was all concern, leaning over me, watching what Lorcan did, but when I reached out with a shaking hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, all was forgotten. I parted my lips and licked up his length as I squirmed.
“You’re fucking brave,” Lorcan said, pulling away for a second, only to shove those beautiful long fingers inside me. “She’s close. She might chomp you in two.”
“Could you resist if she offered to suck you off again?”
He snarled at that, watching me squeeze Zack’s knot, then lick the pre-cum that trickled out of the head.
“Never. Her mouth was like hot fucking velvet.” His eyes dropped down to me. “You ready to come, love? Come hard for me.”
He pushed my knees up to my chest, splaying myself completely open, and then his tongue slid up as I took Zack’s cock into my mouth.
I was caught on the spike of each of them, one pushing in while the other backed off, the rhythmic tides swelling in me. Lorcan had cunning fingers that found my G-spot automatically, while he licked my clit and my cunt frantically to capture all the slick seeping out.
“Fuck!” Zack yelped as my groan travelled through my chest, up my throat, and into him, my lips working up and down his cock. “Babe…so good…” he panted.
“You’re going to come now,” Lorcan said, dominance vibrating in his voice as he pulled his hand back and then shoved another finger in, the stretch making me writhe. Because I needed it in ways I’d never known before. My body was hot, throbbing, aroused, and that was its natural conclusion. To stretch around their knots, take them deep, let them lock right up inside me, and then fill me with their cum.
But Lorcan made good on his order, his lips fastening around my clit, and then he sucked hard. It was a marble in oil, rolled over and over and over, a vicious pleasure swelling inside me, filling me up until I did just as Lorcan asked.
I burst.
My spare hand clawed at the bedding, my back arching up off the bed, letting Zack push a little deeper.
“Jesus, babe, I’m coming!” was all the warning I got before he exploded too.
I swallowed and twitched and jerked and licked as Lorcan rode my spasms, forcing me on and on, every muscle in my body straining to process the feeling.
“You fucking near drowned me.”
Zack pulled away, collapsing down onto the bed, his fingers tangling with mine as the other man rose. Lorcan’s face glistened, looking entirely like the cat that got the cream, and he made no move to wipe it off, not even when he threw his body down next to me.
“You’re feeling all soft and swollen now?”
I nodded.
“I can stop now. I already got way more than I ever thought I would. If you’re done, I’m done.”
But he wasn’t, his dick rigid between us.
“But, baby, if you let me wedge my cock into you, I swear it’ll feel so good. You’re already so sensitive. It won’t take much to set you off again. You’ll want it, need it.”
“No knotting,” Zack rasped between pants. “Not yet. Not so soon.”
Something unfriendly flashed in Lorcan’s eyes, but he nodded as it faded, seeing the wisdom.
“Just lift your leg and put it around my waist. That’s it, sweetheart. You can feel it, can’t you? All that deliciously sensitised flesh just rubbing against each other. It’ll get better, I promise. Other leg now. That’s it, baby. I’ll do all the work now. You just feel.”
“And my hands?” My voice sounded rusty and disused. I reached up with them as well, tangling them in his hair, then tightening my grip to the sound of his groan.
“I do like that,” he hissed. “Makes me feel for just a minute that I’m yours. That you own me. Just a little harder. Ah…yes, just like that. Now I’m gonna rub my cock on your dripping wet cunt. Your slick makes the nerve endings come alive.”
“The Mother’s little joke,” Zack sighed. “The thing that makes her able to take us is the thing that destroys our control.”
“The Mother’s Tears.” Lorcan’s eyes falling closed as he did just that.
I jumped at the feel of him, big, broad, and blunt, slicing through all my softness like it was nothing, slipping in my slick, dragging intense sensation in its wake. He was gentle at first, as if just waking up my flesh again, helping it to remember the ecstasy it’d just experienced before creating more.
“Mmm…you feel like silk, satin, everything that’s good in the world.” He paused and then stabbed inside me, filling me up, forcing a stretch, making my nails dig into his skin as I let out a long moan. “And now you’re mine.”
For some reason, I thought this was going to be all gentle and sweet, but on the first stroke, I knew this was what I needed. My fingers left his hair, slapped on his hips, and my nails dug in.
“That’s it,” he ground out with a smile and a frown. “You feel it.”
And I did. There was something wild and untamed about Lorcan that he’d been holding back all this time, and now it was off the chain. Slam, slam, slam, his body buffeted mine, but I levered myself up by my thighs wrapped around his waist, meeting him stroke for stroke. He was hammering me hard, frantic trills of pleasure flaring brightly in response, but it wasn’t enough.
What we were trying to do, it wasn’t right, not by our bodies’ dictates. This was the warm up, the sweet coming together, but it was always only foreplay. Those silver eyes opened, stared down at me, and I knew. My body was shifting. It knew what it wanted, what it needed from him.
“You’re…”
“Paige!”
With every downstroke he was pushing deeper, impossibly deeper, until all artifice and skill was lost and there was just need. Lorcan’s eyes shone like the moon as we ran together in the forest in my mind. Was I the wolf? Was I the girl? It didn’t seem to matter, because soon, we would be one. My lover let out a long, tortured groan, the clasp of me around him, drawing him deeper, more than he could take.
