Her Dark Moon (House of Wolves and Magic Book 1)

by Helen Scott

  "How is this possible though?" Micah asked as he ran a hand through his hair, making it fall out of the top knot and curl around his face. It wasn't something I was going to complain about. Rumpled suited him. Just as a suit and tie worked for Roman.

  "That isn't a question I can answer. The fates know what they are doing and have put the three of us together for a reason," Roman said.

  "But it's going to get us in trouble with the pack. People aren't going to understand and they're going to shun us, or worse, kick us out of the pack completely." Micah sounded on the edge of panic so I reached over and rubbed his thigh to soothe him.

  "Micah's right," I said as I looked back at Roman. "People don't like or trust what they don't understand. In my experience people attack what they don't understand. Add to that everything I've heard about female shifters with multiple mates, which isn't anything good by the way, and I can't help but think that your pack is going to attack us when they find out."

  "Agreed. As much as I love my pack, I also know it better than either of you. This triad we've formed won't be trusted and will be seen as a perversion of the mate bond. We could very well be in danger from our own pack." Roman sounded so sad when he spoke that I had to leave Micah and go to him, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close.

  One thought kept repeating over and over in my mind. I'd been right all along not to trust packs. Not only was I in danger from Jax and my old pack, but now with this weird ass mate bond I could add Roman's pack to that list as well. It made me sick to my stomach. The one thing I hated above that though? The fact that I'd brought this to Roman and Micah's doorstep.

  "We'll protect you, don't worry," Roman said into my hair, stroking it as though I was the one that was upset.

  "We'll fight by your side no matter what, Nina," Micah said from behind me.

  "I don't want to fight," I whispered suddenly feeling the weight of what we'd all just realized. "I just want to live."

  "We will, love, we will live gloriously, once we figure all this out. Until then if we have to fight we will, and if we have to run we will. I swear on my life that I will protect you and our bond above all else."

  "Agreed," Micah said from behind me again.

  I hated that I couldn't see both of them so I swiveled in Roman's lap so I could lean against him as I faced Micah. Roman's groan seemed to go straight to my clit, and my core turned into molten lava at the sound. Micah's pupils dilated and his nose practically twitched as he scented the air and, I realized a moment later, my arousal.

  "Do you like it when we vow to protect you, angel?" Roman asked from behind me, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he spoke, while the low growl of his voice only seemed to heighten my reaction.

  "I like too many things about both of you," I replied a little breathlessly.

  "Is that so?" Micah asked, a smile quirking his lips as he slid closer to me over the floor.

  I nodded, unable to form words when he was looking at me like I was prey he had already caught and was just tormenting. My eyes were glued to his, but his eyes kept flicking between me and Roman. When I felt Roman's head move behind me I knew they were up to something.

  "Maybe we should give you something to love about us, instead of just like?" Micah's voice was husky as he inched ever closer.

  "I think that sounds like an excellent plan," Roman growled from behind me.

  Micah kissed me then, his lips landing on my own with as much fierce wildness as Roman was restrained. It was like being stuck between fire and ice, the sun and the moon, one all hot and wild while the other was calm and collected. One of these days I'd make Roman lose his cool though.

  Micah sucked my lower lip into his mouth, biting down gently before releasing it. Our tongues clashed as though we were fighting with each other not making out with each other. While Micah and I were devouring each other, Roman's hands slid slowly up from my waist where they'd been resting to my breasts, gripping them tightly through my shirt.

  The pressure on my breasts seemed to transfer to my core making me rub my thighs together to ease the ache that had started up between my legs. When Roman's hands slid from my breasts to between my thighs I thought he might be up for helping ease that ache, but instead he spread my legs wide so I couldn't squeeze my thighs together anymore.

  A whimper escaped me as Micah continued to kiss me, only now his hands were replacing Roman's on my thighs and pulling me closer to him. My older wolf released me and my younger wolf pulled me all the way into his lap until I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me. I couldn't stop myself from grinding up against him, letting the hard ridge ease some of the ache between my thighs, although it wasn't nearly enough.

  There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than for us all to get naked and take each other to bed over and over again. I pushed my hands under Micah's T-shirt and slid them up the ridges and planes of his body practically drooling over the feel of him. Once the shirt was high enough, he broke the kiss and whipped it over his head.

  I pushed his chest back until he was lying on the floor and I was straddling him. Roman came up behind me, a wall of heat and muscle at my back. His hands slipped under my shirt and did the same thing I'd just done to Micah, only they paused at my breasts, rolling the tight peaks of my nipples between his fingers while I lifted my shirt up and over my head.

  Micah groaned when I was bared to him, and rocked his hips up, rubbing his cock against me and making me gasp. I rolled my hips over his, earning a groan from him.

  "Stand up and take your pants and panties off, angel," Roman said, his tone the same commanding one he'd used when we were first in bed together.

  I did as he asked because, as I'd learned since that first time, the man knew what he was doing when it came to pleasuring me. As soon as I started undressing, so did Micah, which made me torn between watching him and obeying Roman. After taking off my boots I unbuttoned my pants and slipped them down my legs, bending at the waist to pull them off my feet. Roman growled behind me and I felt his tongue push against the thin material of my panties. They were gone a moment later, ripped from my body in some kind of primal desire that had overtaken him.

  When his tongue speared me once more I couldn't help but moan as I braced myself on Micah's chest. Roman's hands spread me open for him and I knew I was blushing, embarrassed to be so exposed even though I wanted everything he was doing to me. My eyes locked with Micah, and I could see him watching Roman play with my pussy. My gaze traveled down his body to his cock where it jutted proudly from his body.

  He was just as perfect as Roman. I hadn't been able to see it before because of the way we had been situated, but his cock was glorious, both of their cocks were, and I ached to feel them inside me one after the other.

  It was that ache that had me whispering, "Roman, please..."

  "Come first, angel, then you can fuck him, but I want to taste your pleasure." His voice vibrated against my lower lips as he spoke and made me twitch and tingle all over.

  Roman's tongue went back to fucking me while his fingers circled my clit, ever faster.

  "Look at me," Micah's voice was sharp and had my eyes flying open. "I'm going to pinch your nipples and you're going to come on your mate's tongue. Do you understand?"

  I nodded, unable to form words as the orgasm built within me. As Roman continued to play with me my moans turned into whimpers and my legs began shaking uncontrollably. My gaze clashed with Micah's as I silently pleaded with him for that last bit of stimulation to push me over the edge.

  He grinned up at me, mischief writ large on his face.

  "Please," I cried out between moans.

  I'd closed my eyes at some point so I didn't see his hands move, but when he pinched my nipples it was exactly what I needed to push me over the edge, that spike of pleasure and pain launched me into the stratosphere of my orgasm, and I felt my pussy clenching around Roman's tongue as he lapped at me.

  Just as the waves of pleasure
were starting to slow down I was moved to my knees and felt a cock pressing against my entrance. On instinct I started to lower myself onto it, knowing it had to be Micah since he was the only one out of the two of them that was naked. He pushed up though, filling me with exquisite pleasure and pain as his cock stretched me and brought on a whole new wave of pleasure. This orgasm wasn't as overwhelming as the first, which was good because I wasn't sure I could handle another one like that again so soon.

  Micah's hands were on my hips lifting me and lowering me at the speed he wanted until I was fully back to myself after the second orgasm. Then I started to ride him.

  "Roman, where are you?" I panted as I pumped up and down.

  "I'm here, Angel," he replied as his hands came around and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly.

  "Are you naked yet?" I demanded.

  He chuckled, and his hands withdrew before I heard more than felt him get up behind me. The zip of his pants had me shivering in anticipation. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked as he came into view. He was completely naked and my whole body reacted at the sight of him. We'd fucked each other senseless before the council meeting and now, looking at him naked before me, I felt like a woman that had been left in the desert and he was my oasis, just like Micah was. The two of them were my drug of choice.

  I reached out and circled my hand around his cock, gently tugging him toward me until he was close enough for me to lean over and wrap my lips around it, sucking him into my mouth. He groaned, long and loud, as he pushed as far in as he could. Micah had lifted my hips slightly and had taken over the thrusting from below.

  Moans and groans vibrated around Roman's cock as he thrust into my mouth over and over again. I grabbed his hips and held him still while I worked my mouth over him, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock and sucking on him as hard as I could, before I slid my mouth all the way down. When my nose hit his groin I reached up and tweaked his nipples. Micah chose that moment to increase the force of his thrusts and had me crying out around Roman's cock.

  I started to pull back and Roman released a breath I didn't realize he'd been holding. "If you do that again I'm going to come, I can't resist you like that, Angel."

  I grinned up at him, before doing it again. I slid my mouth down and pushed past the back of my throat until I was pressed against the very base of his cock. He didn't come, so I did it again and again until his hands clamped down on my head and he held me there, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. When I tweaked his nipples again he exploded in me. The jets of his orgasm were so far back that I couldn't even taste it. His cock twitched and jerked inside me, and just as I was starting to get concerned about him holding me there for too long, he released me.

  "Now you two are done, get on your hands and knees, mate," Micah said.

  I moved accordingly, but not until I'd visibly licked my lips and seen that Roman was satisfied, and if the slight flush to his face and chest were anything to go by then he was. Quickly, I moved off Micah's cock and put my back to him, settling onto my hands and knees. He thrust into me a second later making me cry out in pleasure. His thrusts were fast and powerful enough that he had to hold me in place.

  When his fingers found my clit I was surprised that I wanted the attention there. After two orgasms I thought I'd be done, but as soon as he touched it I felt like a signal flare had been sent up. His fingers circled the little bud of pleasure, and Roman came and sat in front of me, reaching under and finding my nipples, rolling them between his fingertips until I had no coherent thoughts left.

  Each swipe of their fingers was pushing me higher, my orgasm becoming a pressing need within me. When I felt one of Micah's fingers at my asshole I wanted to flinch away but the more he pressed on it the more I shivered with pleasure. They both kept up steady movements and pressure until I was thrown over the cliff into my orgasm, my body spasming around Micah's cock as he roared his own release.

  I wasn't sure how much later it was that he withdrew from me, but I felt like I'd just blissed out for a while. One of them scooped me up, and when I was laid down it was on a bed, my body relaxing immediately into a heavenly sleep, the likes of which only the well fucked ever experience, as they both cuddled around me.

  The fates were clearly on my side when it came to my mates. I knew trouble lay ahead, but as I fell asleep between the two of them, I could honestly say that I didn't care as long as the three of us were together.

  They were mine, and I'd be damned if I'd give them up without a fight.

  30

  WAKING up between the two of them was blissful. There was no other way to describe it. We'd talked and cuddled until the early hours of the morning, and now I was sore and relaxed in the best way after an amazing night's sleep. The only problem was I'd fallen back to sleep and when I woke again, I was alone.

  I stretched and went about my morning business before throwing on a T-shirt and heading downstairs. As I walked down the small staircase and into the kitchen area, I found them both cooking. They both looked up as I approached and I knew it wasn't because they heard me but because they felt me through the bond. We were all so connected now it was a little daunting. I expected to feel awkward as I plopped down onto one of the stools next to the breakfast bar, but I didn't. The uncomfortable, awkward feeling I expected to show up never came.

  They both came around the counter and dropped a kiss on my lips and forehead respectively before they continued cooking. The smells of the food they were making had my stomach growling with hunger.

  Roman chuckled as he moved a spatula around a pan with scrambled eggs, "I didn't do a very good job feeding you yesterday, did I mate?"

  I grinned and pulled my hair back into a ponytail, thankful that I'd found an extra hair tie in the bathroom. If Micah hadn't been wearing a top knot when we met then I might have thought it belonged to another woman, which, as much as I hated to admit it, made a little ball of jealousy and possessiveness curl in my stomach. That wasn't something I was used to feeling, lust on the other hand? That I could get used to. "I believe we were focused on other things."

  My heart swelled with emotions as I watched the two of them move seamlessly together in the small kitchen as though they'd been doing it for years. Was this what I had to look forward to? How would it be in ten years? Or fifty years? They already looked so at home with one another that I honestly couldn't imagine it getting much better.

  "Eggs, bacon, and hash browns for the lady," Micah said as he plated up some of the food they'd been cooking and went to put it down on the counter in front of me but pulled it away at the last second. "There is a delivery fee," he said seriously.

  "Oh?"

  "I require a kiss," he replied before pushing his lips out comically.

  Behind him, Roman rolled his eyes but smiled and I couldn't help but smile in return as I pushed up on the counter and planted a kiss on Micah's protruding lips. When I sucked his lower lip into my mouth and bit down he grunted in surprise before letting out a warning growl. It wasn't a warning of violence, but a warning that I didn't want to start something I couldn't finish at that moment, or at least not without letting my breakfast go cold.

  To think a week ago I hadn't known these men, well, it made my heart ache. When I released Micah from the kiss I asked, "Satisfactory? I figured I should include a tip as well."

  "I've got a tip for you," Micah replied waggling his eyebrows at me.

  My stomach interrupted us again before we could get carried away. I was able to get a few bites in, even able to eat all my bacon, before a knock at the door, well, door frame startled us.

  "You expecting someone?" Roman asked, as though we were about to be invaded when it was probably just a salesman or politician's rep or something.

  "Nope." Micah's voice was tight with worry, which made me start to worry in turn. He looked over his shoulder at me and smiled, easing some of my tension before he said, "We've got you, babe, no worries."

  Roman gave me a nod fro
m where he stood a few paces behind Micah and I knew that it was supposed to be reassuring, but it just made fear twist in my gut.

  When the remains of the door swung open I heard Micah and the guy exchange pleasantries and it was clear they knew each other so I relaxed slightly. The guy was in the middle of asking Micah a question when he broke off not even finishing the word he was saying. I heard a loud sniff and my stomach dropped. A moment later his voice exploded, "What the fuck have you done? You little bitch! So desperate for a mate that you've fucked with someone else's mate bond?"

  "I didn't fuck with anything, Rob, this happened naturally," Micah replied, his voice much calmer than mine would have been.

  "Naturally? There is nothing natural about this, asshole. Mate bonds are sacred and you've … you've perverted it."

  "I didn't do anything, none of us did. It just happened, and we are trying to figure it out."

  "There's nothing to figure out. This is unnatural. Shifters mate in pairs, period. Whatever the fuck you've done in there … It's up to the gods to punish you for that. Right now though, the elder council and alpha will hear about this, make no mistake. I'm not going to let some sketchy shit like this go down in my pack. I thought you were a good guy, was even going to give you permission to date my sister. Gods, I can't believe what an idiot I was. You're a fucking traitor to your pack for doing this, you know that, right?"

  The door slammed, and I jumped about a foot off the bar stool. When Micah turned around the pain on his face was unbearable. I hopped off the chair and ran to him. It was only when I was right in front of him that I realized he might not want me to touch him at that moment, that he might not want anything more to do with me.

  I was wrong though.

  He stepped forward and wrapped me into a monster hug, crushing me with enough force as he buried his head in my neck and took long deep breaths, that I could only stand it for a few moments before tapping out. Micah released his hold ever so slightly but clearly didn't want to let go, so I snuggled closer into him, squeezing him right back. When another set of arms encircled us I was more than a little surprised.