by Becca Van
Weldon held her hip while grasping the base of his cock and pressed the tip against her entrance. Just as he was about to stroke into her, she pushed back toward him, taking the head into her wet heat.
His fangs dropped and lengthened, but he pushed the yearning to bite and claim her aside. He wanted her screaming his name before he sank his elongated teeth into her flesh. He held her firmly so she couldn’t move again and hurt herself, but he made sure to keep from using too much of his strength. He pulled back until the crown of his dick was resting inside of her, and then he surged forward until he was embedded to the root.
“So good.” She moaned. “Move!”
Weldon obeyed her command, retreated, and then surged back in to the hilt. He growled as ecstasy shot up his shaft and pooled in his lower belly. He rocked back and forth, sliding his dick in and out of her snug, wet cunt, and savored the building pleasurable friction. Each time he drove back into her, he moved faster and harder until his pelvis was slapping against her ass cheeks and his balls were smacking against her clit.
Meanwhile, Rhys kissed her, and then he ducked down under her chest. Weldon knew the second his brother started suckling on her nipple, because every time he did, her pussy rippled around his hard cock.
Heat built at the base of his spine and down between his legs. His balls felt so full and hard, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, but he wasn’t about to go over without taking Sierra with him.
He maneuvered on his knees, covered her back with his front, and wrapped an arm around her waist. Reaching between her legs, he dipped into her folds and fondled her clit.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, rocking her hips toward his.
Weldon panted heavily as he felt her inner walls getting closer and closer together, and just as the fiery heat licked his balls, he gently wedged her clit between his finger and thumb and sent her over.
“Weldon!” she screamed as she trembled beneath him.
He grunted as he drew back from her spasming, wet pussy and roared her name as he slammed in deep. “Sierra!” He ground his hips against her ass as his cum spurted deep into his mate. The rapture was so strong all he saw was darkness as he continued to jerk over her. He didn’t even notice he’d bent closer to her until he tasted her sweat sheened salty skin on his tongue, then he sank his fangs into the crook of her neck and claimed her. Tears filled his eyes when he heard and felt the bond between them click into place.
Weldon hurtled from one orgasm to another. Cum spumed from his cock into his mate as he claimed her as his. Sierra’s pussy clamped down around him over and over again, until finally they were both wracked with aftershocks.
After opening his eyes to make sure Rhys was out of the way, he fell to the bed on his side, taking her with him, his cock still lodged in her cum-soaked pussy. He embraced her, pulling her tighter against him and spooning her from behind. He nuzzled her neck and bathed his mating mark with his tongue as his heart and soul soared with jubilation.
She was his mate, and no one would ever become between him and his woman. Weldon had never felt so happy, and his heart was full of love for Sierra. She’d completed dreams that he’d never thought would come true. She’d made him whole when he hadn’t even realized he was only half of a man.
They were bonded for life, and he’d protect her to his dying breath if he had to.
Chapter Nine
His patience was finally paying off. He’d found a delivery job with the local supermarket delivering groceries and fresh produce to the shelter three months ago. He’d also been using his dead mother’s maiden name so there was no way for the staff at the shelter to connect him to his wife and son. He’d even bought false papers with his new name on them.
Each time he’d unloaded the van and carried the food into the kitchen, he played nice with the staff. He hadn’t bothered trying to chat up the women hiding out there, because they were scared of him and kept their distance. It had been difficult to ignore his playful side, but if he’d played practical jokes on all those bitches who’d left their men, he would have been fired.
It had taken him over a week to get the staff on his side, and while he’d seethed at them all, he’d made sure to keep a smile on his face. Every time he dropped off another load of food, he lingered longer and longer, acting friendly but not going far enough to flirt. At least he hadn’t at first.
The young woman who helped the cook had started giving him shy looks after the first day, and from then on, she’d started smiling. Little by little, he’d gotten through the walls she’d kept up and now she seemed to look forward to his visits. He’d asked her out for coffee yesterday, and after some gentle cajoling, he’d convinced her that she was safe with him.
Of course, ignoring what he really wanted to do to the bitch was hard, but he wasn’t about to jeopardize his end goal. Lily, the kitchen helper, was meeting him after her shift around 5:00 p.m. He was going to get her to open up about the sanctuary, and hopefully she knew where that slut had run off to.
He’d thought about trying to break into the office to find the whereabouts of his wife and son, but the place had a fairly decent security system, and the last thing he wanted was to get caught and end up in jail for breaking and entering.
Daniel didn’t have a record and aimed to keep it that way. Even his stupid fucking wife hadn’t called the cops on him, but his fucking nosey neighbors had. However, he was the man of the house, always had been and always would be. Just one look at him had his wife lowering her gaze in supplication and cowering the way she should.
He’d been worried when the cops had turned up that she was going to rat him out, but thank fuck, she’d denied that he’d hit her. The stupid bitch had known he wouldn’t give her any money to feed her and the kid if she’d turned him in.
Daniel was lucky and never had to worry about his next paycheck since his parents had left him a hefty insurance payout after they’d died. He’d paid off the house and still had enough cash to sit back and live the high life, but being with his wife twenty-four-seven had driven him insane. All the bitch ever did was nag, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
She’d changed after the birth of their son, and instead of being slim and sexy like she used to, she was pudgy and gross. He hated to even look at her, because whenever he did, he felt sick. If he’d known that she’d let herself go after being pregnant, he never would have married the slut. He should have just had her hand his son over and kicked her out.
If he’d known the cunt had plans to escape, he would have killed her and put them both out of her misery. He would have had his son, Tommy, all to himself.
For all he knew, Tommy’s mother was making him a timid, prissy little shit. He’d never forget the morning he’d gotten up late after a night out drinking with his friends and found his eighteen-month-old son playing with a fucking doll. He’d been livid. Boys were supposed to play with cars and blocks and things like that, not fucking feminine shit.
He’d gone into a rage and beat the living crap out of her. When he was done, he’d felt so powerful and that had been the start of his reign over the bitch.
From then on, whenever she did something to piss him off, annoy him, or nagged at him, he hit her. By the time he’d finished with her, she’d been as quiet and as meek as a mouse.
He pushed those thoughts aside, and after glancing at his handsome face in the rearview mirror and checking the time on his Rolex, he got out of his truck, locked it, and walked toward the entrance to the coffee house.
Lily would be here any minute, and he wanted to be inside sitting before she arrived. If she saw how eager he was to be with her, she was going to think all her Christmases had come at once.
No woman would be able to resist him for long. He was muscular, handsome, and rich.
Daniel was a catch, and he planned to get all the information out of the stupid, naïve slut, and when he did, he was going after that self-righteous cunt. He would beat her within an inch of her life to find
out where his wife and son were, and once he had what he wanted, he was going to end her life.
Daniel couldn’t wait to get the ball rolling.
* * * *
Rhys’s muscles were so taut with hunger for his mate, his hands were shaking. Actually, his was trembling all over. He’d never felt such sexual longing for a woman in his life and was worried he was going to hurt Sierra with his over-eagerness to make her his.
Weldon kissed her on lips, rolled to his feet, gathered up his clothes, and left the bedroom. Although he was excited to make the next move, he wanted to make sure that Sierra was just as enthusiastic. She’d made love to both of his brothers already, and from what she’d told them about only ever having one boyfriend and years ago, he was concerned she would be tender. Yet, he wasn’t sure he was altruistic enough to tell her she could wait for him to claim her if she needed time to recover.
She sighed then groaned as she stretched, and he couldn’t stop himself from looking her body over. She had the most gorgeous, sexy breasts he’d ever seen. In fact, her whole body was so fucking beautiful he was aching to touch her, make love with her, and claim her.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she turned to smile at him. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself, honey.” Rhys winked at her but stayed where he was lying on his side near the edge of the mattress. Sierra was in the middle of the bed, and though she was within touching distance, he remained still.
“Are you okay?” She frowned at him.
“Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“You’re frowning, and you look kind of angry.”
“I’m not angry, honey.” Rhys sat up, ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed.
“Are you sure?”
“I want you so fucking much, I’m shaking,” Rhys told her as he held his hands up. They were visibly trembling, and his wolf was pitching a fit trying to get out to claim her, too. It had been pleasurable torture to kiss and touch her while his brothers made love to and claimed her. A few times, he’d almost shoved Weldon out of the way so he could stake his claim, but thank fuck, he’d known that his animal was the cause of those urges. Tamping down his yearning had become more difficult as time marched on. Now, it was his turn, and he was terrified of damaging her much smaller, softer body.
Rhys would never forgive himself if he hurt her in any way. She was the epitome of a sexy, amazing, loving woman, and he hoped he never did anything to make her look at him differently. Right now, she was looking his body over, and when she raised her gaze to his, her green eyes were hazed over with arousal. When he glanced at her breasts, the air backed up in his lungs until they started hurting. Her rosy nipples were hard as was the velvety skin around them. He looked down and growled when he saw creamy drops of dew clinging to her trimmed red pubic hair. Rhys licked his lips as he imagined how she’d taste, and then that was all he wanted to do, but he wasn’t eating out her pussy when his brothers’ seed was still inside of her.
He jumped to his feet, stalked around the bed, and lifted her into his arms.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Shower,” he growled. He was so turned on and hot for her, he was reduced to one-word explanations. He carried her into the bathroom and set her down on her feet next to the shower. His blood felt as if it was boiling, so instead of waiting for the water to heat up, he stepped into the glassed-off wet area and turned to taps on. Cold water streamed down on him, and he savored the coolness against his hot body as he turned to face her. Sierra was frowning at him as if he’d lost his mind, but thankfully, she hadn’t and didn’t walk away. When the water got to temperature, he curled his finger at her, beckoning her to him.
She stepped toward him without any hesitation and sighed as she moved in under one of the shower heads. Rhys grasped the shampoo, poured some into the palm of his hand, and made a circling motion with the finger of his other hand. She turned until her back was to him, lifted her arms, and made sure all her hair was wet. Rhys started lathering her hair up. While he wanted to rush through washing her hair and body, he didn’t and took his time. This was the first time he was bathing with her, and he was going to savor every moment. He’d learned while fighting for his country that the little things were special and should be relished.
He massaged her scalp, eliciting moans from her which caused his cock to twitch and ache even more. When he was done washing her hair, he helped to rinse the bubbles down the drain and then applied conditioner to her long, red, wavy locks. It was so fucking long and with the weight of the water straightening out the waves, it reached to her ass rather than the small of her back. Rhys was entranced by the deep fiery color of her hair and it was all natural. He hoped that whenever she got it cut it was only a trim, because he loved running his fingers through her strands.
“Turn,” he ordered gruffly after he’d finished working the conditioner in.
She slowly spun around as he poured some body wash onto a sponge and then started cleaning her body. He started at her neck, gently caressing the soapy loofah over her creamy skin. When he got to her breasts, she bit her lip and held her breath.
“Am I hurting you, honey?” Rhys finally managed to put together a whole sentence.
“No,” she groaned out. “It feels so good.”
“You’re so fucking responsive, mate. I can’t wait to touch, kiss, and lick you all over.”
“Oh god,” she panted. “I don’t think I’ll survive it.”
Rhys stilled. “Do you need time to recuperate after making love with my brothers?”
She frowned up at him, then quickly looked away. “Why would you ask that? Don’t you want me?”
“Not want you! Honey, how can you ask me that?” He grasped one of her wrists and guided her hand down to his cock, wrapping her palm and fingers around his throbbing shaft. “I’m so fucking hard for you right now. I’ve never been this hard in my life. I want you so much I hurt.”
“Then why all this?” She waved her hand toward the water. “Not that I don’t appreciate cleaning up, because I was feeling kind of sticky, but I thought you wanted to make love with me and mate me, too.”
“I want that more than anything, Sierra, but before I take you I want a taste of your sexy pussy and I wasn’t about to eat you out after my brothers have been inside you.”
“Oh!” Her eyes widened with shock. “Uh, okay then.”
“Okay?” He quirked a brow.
“Yes,” she answered.
Rhys went back to washing her amazing body, but this time he was quick. When he washed between her legs, he made sure he wasn’t too rough, because he had a feeling her pussy was very sensitive after having sex with his brothers. When he was done, he grabbed one of the detachable shower heads, rinsed off the bubbles, and aimed the water between her legs. She jolted and moaned, and he realized the water was pounding right over her clit as well as washing his brother’s cum and the soap away.
He dropped the shower head, not caring whether it hit the floor or continued to swing on the hose, and he sank to his knees. Rhys bracketed her hips with his hands, moved her toward the tile wall until her back was against it, lifted one of her legs up over his shoulders, and buried his face in her cunt. He snarled as he licked, lapped, and sucked at her folds, swallowing down as much of her tasty cream as he could.
Sierra gasped and groaned, moaned and whimpered as she bucked her hips toward his face. He rimmed her pussy and stroked up into her tight, wet sheath and lashed her clit with the tip of his tongue. He could feel the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing under his tongue, and each time he licked at her clit, she clamped down around his finger. Rhys added another finger, twisted and pumped them in and out of her faster and harder. When he felt the tension invade her pussy walls, he knew she was about to come, but he didn’t want her climaxing until he was buried balls deep inside her.
He removed her leg from over his shoulder and guided her foot back to the tile shower floor, then shoved to his feet. She reached up to wrap
her arms around his neck, and he lifted her up against his chest with her back pressed to the wall. As she hooked her legs around his hips, he grasped the base of his hard dick, aligned the head with her wet cunt, and pressed forward.
He growled and she moaned as the thick crown of his cock parted her swollen lips and breached her wet pussy. She was so fucking hot and slick, he couldn’t wait to be inside her to the hilt.
For the first time in his life, Rhys felt like a mindless animal being ruled by instinct alone.
* * * *
Sierra was on fire and couldn’t wait for Rhys to douse the flames. The desire she felt for Justice, Weldon, and Rhys just seemed to get hotter and hotter each time she’d made love. Her insides were a blazing inferno, which made her past arousal seem insignificant. Her womb contracted and ached, and her pussy and clit throbbed so intensely it was almost painful.
She’d never felt so turned on in her life.
She cupped Rhys’s face between her hands and opened her lips over his. He groaned, immediately taking control from her, but she didn’t mind in the least. He thrust his tongue into her mouth as he rocked his hips forward and back, gaining more and more depth into her pussy.
All three of the Channing brothers were big all over, but Rhys was the biggest of the three. His cock was thicker in girth, and while it wasn’t as long as Weldon’s, it was still longer than average. Her tissues burned slightly, but the slight pain seemed to amplify her desire rather than dampen it.
She gasped for breath when he broke the kiss and stilled as he filled her full. Air sawed in and out of his lungs as he stared into her eyes.
“Are you ready, honey?”
“Yes. Move, Rhys. I need you.”
“I need you, too, mate. Hang on.”
They were the last words either of them spoke for quite a while.
Rhys withdrew to the tip and then drove back into her. She clung to his shoulders and tightened her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his ass. Every time he pumped in and out of her pussy, she felt his ass flexing as his muscles expanded and contracted.
