by Scott, Talyn
“All I can offer is my sincerest apologies.” Mike was sorry for Ciaran, his years of enduring internal torment over losing his celestial mate. But everyone expected him to go on, to lead a Pack that wasn’t fit for any kind of leadership, not now anyway. Would Mike be afforded the same torment? He was little more than seventeen. He’d have to wait until his middle twenties in order to claim Tatum.
“Go to your room,” was all Ardan offered.
“I can’t accept this,” Bren whispered after they reached their shared dorm room. “One day, I’ll find out for certain if she’s truly mine. Then, one way or another, I will claim her.”
“Seems like that’s something you should have thought about before getting wasted and snarling at her,” Mike said quietly, managing not to shout, while pulling his duffel bag from beneath his bed. He couldn’t stay here, not any longer. He would never tell them he, too, had that distinct possessiveness for Tatum, which he’d felt for no other. Nothing, from this point on, was their business; both arrogant males had ruined their chances for sure. But more than that, they’d ruined Mike’s. Bren and Jayce were the very reasons Mike couldn’t go near her. All for what? For swooping in and protecting Tatum, as was his right, when she needed him most.
“Don’t you think I know that, Mike. Hey,” Bren asked heavily, watching Mike toss his minimalistic wardrobe into his bag, zipping it up with haste, “what are you doing? You can’t just leave, not like this.”
“I’m going back home,” Mike lied, wondering how long he’d have to wait before traversing through the Everglades to find Ciaran and requesting a temporary home.
Jayce argued, “You said it yourself. You can’t go back home, where you’re not wanted. I saw the scars on your back, man. I know what lashings with silver look like.”
Mike barely hid his flinch. Where was he wanted? “I have scars from this place, too,” he reminded Jayce, pointing to the pink line going from his ear to beneath his collar courtesy of one of Jill’s brother’s. “I’m not wanted here, either.”
“Don’t go rogue, Mike,” Bren warned. “You know the consequences.”
Jayce searched Mike’s eyes, a sudden wealth of maturity pouring out from them. “Whether you go rogue or not, I’ll be ruling this Pack when I pass Youngling status. No matter what, I’ll always take you back here.” He clapped his shoulder. “Always, Mike.”
Mike checked everything he truly wanted to say so that he could one day come back. “I won’t forget.”
If Bren and Jayce were shocked when he started misting away, they didn’t show it. When he crossed the window’s ledge, moving across the roof, something distinctly black caught his eye. He reached down with fingers of fine mist and plucked a single feather from the gutter. Holding the silken feather up to the morning light, he inhaled sharply, memorizing the scent of one creature whom, in a world of unbridled selfishness, kept his promise.
Chapter 6
Present day
Sanibel Island Florida
“You look happy and relaxed,” Bren murmured.
He was playing games, his voice ghosting around her. With a secret smile, Tatum climbed from the pool, the Florida sun heating her skin. “It's good to be home, to bring my son home.”
“You do realize I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He materialized on a tree branch completely naked, gazing down at her with his werewolf’s eyes. Unreasonably erect, veins strained the length of his bulging cock.
Tatum’s eyes roamed the span of his ever-growing body as he bordered mid-transformation, taking an extra moment to savor the sight of his dangling balls. She had a thing for heavy balls, the way they spanked her ass or clitoris when her males drove her hard was irreplaceable. “You know where I am always, Bren.” She rubbed her stomach, deftly hidden under a one-piece swim suit to cover a roadmap of fresh stretch marks marring her skin. “You can smell me from afar.”
“I do smell you,” he growled, jumping down twelve or more feet and landing perfectly upright in every way. “I want to bite you.”
“Ah, you discussed me with Mason.” In only four weeks after Ardan's blessed arrival, Bane’s brother, Mason, had declared her fit for mating ‘werewolf style’. And since neither Jayce nor Bren had taken her during the last three months of her pregnancy, due to doctor’s orders, she had clearly understood what Mason meant.
By the looks of him, Bren was exited over this news, couldn’t keep his werewolf at bay. Tatum’s palms started to sweat, her fingers curling into nervous fists. He needed rough, and, right now, she needed easy. Of course, Bren and Jayce had been nothing other than gentle with her after the moment Jayce impregnated her, taking no chances on endangering their unborn. Apparently, all bets were off. “I understand you’re hungry.”
“My delicious Tatum, you understand absolutely nothing about what I’m presently feeling.” He circled her, a confident monster who hid daily under a human facade, his eyes moving up and down her body with shameless possessiveness.
“I love it when you look at me that way.”
Bren bared his canines. “Take off that suit unless you don’t care for it.”
Meaning he would shred it with his claws. “Let me check on Ardan first.” She’d been away from her son, swimming a good half hour, and thought he may need to nurse.
“He’s with Renee, napping. I talked her out of cooking dinner, thank the mighty up above,” he said with a curled lip. “I know you’re stalling. I told you to strip. One. Two.”
“Okay, okay!” Easing a strap over one shoulder, she exposed a heavy, milk-laden breast. “I really think I should feed him first.” She leaked at inopportune times. “You know how I shoot off like a milky fire hydrant when I’m engorged.”
Bren’s skin flashed red for the briefest second, his eyes glowing impossibly blue. “Do you really think a warning containing shoot off, milky, and engorged is a deterrent for me?” His nearly obscene erection jutted forward, leaking for her. “Uncover every delicious inch of your skin.” Circling closer, he stepped forward with a steady prowl. “Do it.”
Pushing away the adjacent strap of her swim suit, she exposed her other breast. They had always hung heavy, never perky. Pregnancy hadn’t helped. “Happy?”
His chest muscles rippled as he reached out, circling her right nipple with the back of his claw. “If all females had such tantalizing breasts, every Pack male would spend each waking hour suckling and pawing what was his. I know I want to.” His opposite hand shot out, cupping her pussy with raw ownership. When he leaned in, the sharp planes of his hipbones pressed against her upper abdomen.
Tatum reached out a finger of her own, trailing the coffee-colored, crisp line of hair traveling from his navel to his cock. “I want to lick your trail. Let’s start with that…just slowly.”
He was suddenly behind her, nudging her onto the cushioned chaise. “I have a hotter idea.”
Tatum trembled as he gripped both her wrists in one hand, stretching them above her head. His heart was pounding against her back, his hot breaths panting across her nape. He positioned her knees apart by thrusting one of his thighs between hers. She was effectively bent over the chaise, her breasts cradled in cushions, her ass pushed out. This was Bren’s favorite position for her when Jayce wasn’t involved. “Not. Going. Slow,” he grated in his werewolf’s voice. “Mine.”
He pressed his lips against his claiming mark, flicking the tip of his crazy-roughened tongue across her tender skin. Opening his mouth wider, he went for her throat. Tatum waited for his bite but it never came. Instead, he bit the back of her hair, pulling a mouthful of golden strands between his canines in a way of subduing her. With his free hand, he clawed away the remnants of her swim suit, the thin strips floating to the pool deck.
The weight of his cock slapped her ass a couple of times before he cradled himself between her cheeks, the backs of his claws skimming the line of her spine. Another growl left his chest, reverberating against her back, a sound only a mating werewolf could make. Bren gripped
her jaw, moving her face to the side while still holding her hair in his mouth. He wasn’t anywhere in there, only his werewolf looked back at her. All she saw was hunger.
He bucked wildly, skimming the wide girth of his cock up and down her dark crevice, giving her a clear picture of what he had in mind. Bren was an ass man, chose her secret place more times than not. He released her hair, pulled her wrists down behind her head — though he didn’t release them, and thrust his tongue between her clenching ass cheeks. Nuzzling her flesh, his mouth against her anus, she found his sandpaper-textured tongue irresistible, her body melting onto the chaise with every delectable lick. He tilted his head to the side and licked her nether lips, his tongue lengthening in its true Were form, growing longer and thicker. His growl vibrated against her soaking vagina, humming in a way no human male could recreate. She needed no vibrators with Bren.
“Take me,” she urged.
Bren licked and nipped until his Beast snarled in satisfaction over her slick and ready sex. As he moved up her back, repositioning himself, he roughly nipped her several times to leave his marks. But she couldn’t think about that now, not when he adjusted her hands at her nape, holding them firmly. Werewolves needed to dominate their mates in all ways. In his way, Bren’s werewolf was actually being gentle.
With his free hand, he moved his claws at her hip and lifted her slightly. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. Her anticipation of his scalding cock digging deep inside her forced Tatum to wiggle her ass in anticipation. Shoving another thigh between her legs to open her wide until it was almost painful, his heavy erection dipped into her wetted pussy, parting her swollen folds so easily, he nearly delved in halfway.
“Wet,” he groaned in his distorted voice. Tatum’s pussy clenched around his throbbing crown, sucking him upward to touch her womb. She sensed his body stiffening and then arching right before a sultry yet horrifying roar left his throat, shaking her and the chaise beneath her body.
Tatum heard booted feet running towards them, she snapped at him, “Stop all that growling, Bren Walker!”
He tightened his hold on her nape, released her hip, and then pinched her clitoris with the backs of two claws, right when he released a lethal blast of liquid inside her. She felt his leathery balls settle well against her tender skin, the crisp hairs abrading her engorged sex. Tatum hadn’t come, was far too sensitive to be left hanging like this, her body crazed for him to continue. But he held her firm until she could no longer wiggle for the weight of his body holding her down.
With her pussy fluttering around his cock, she moaned against the scratchy outdoor cushions. “No! I’m gonna die if you leave me this way. Move!”
Bren released another growl, and she stiffened immediately. This one she’d heard before, a warning, but surely is wasn’t directed at her. Then Jude Faden’s voice spoke rather calmly. “My apologies, Bren, but I heard your lass scream, just doing my job. Go about your business as I make myself scarce.”
“Oh, hell,” she groaned, growing cold though Bren was still hot and slick while buried in her depths. To her utter humiliation, Jude’s booted heels weren’t the only footsteps she heard clicking across the pool deck. There was another with him, the footsteps heavy, probably another male he was training for security detail. Why did all her body guards eventually see her in such a vulnerable state? Because Bren, who technically was not an animal, became an animal almost every time he required sex.
This was often.
He’d ruined her suit and she couldn’t lift her head to search for a towel. “Let me up,” she demanded and his monster dick grew harder. No, he didn’t care who was looking on, and the more he thrust his werewolf-sized cock into her body, the more she forgot about who was watching. And although she feared Bren often while he was in this sort of mood, she still craved his overt roughness. Some of his games brought on an edge of pain that set off her orgasms in a whole new direction. She often wondered what that meant, but right now wasn’t the time to contemplate such thoughts, not when he was circling his hips and stretching her for a hard thrusting.
“That’s it,” she pleaded, sensing him stoking her back to the edge of orgasm. Werewolves loved to tease their mates, and, apparently, he’d chosen today to do just that. “Oh, stop teasing me with that thing and move!” If she could dig her nails in his skin, she would. As it stood, he still had her hands subdued across her nape. “I want to come.”
Tatum’s thighs tightened, though he kept his in between so she couldn’t squeeze herself to orgasm, as he speared his hard length all the way in and all the way out, inch by inch, slowly building up momentum. She knew what he was about, that he was watching his previous ejaculate oozing in and out of her sex. It was running down her lips, dripping off her throbbing clitoris. Finally, Bren hit her special spot high inside her pussy as he picked up a body-numbing speed. He set her off. Her mind went blank for what felt like long hours, until she came back to earth gasping, sobbing his name.
“My female” he hissed against the shell of her ear, licking, slowing his strokes though he hadn’t come for the second time.
“What the hell is all this ruckus,” Jayce said from above her.
“He’s trying to kill me,” she groaned, aftershocks roaming throughout her body. Bren released her nape though she couldn’t lift her head to greet Jayce. But she could smell him, the delicious scent of his skin and musky arousal emanating from beneath his balls stoked her to a new fever pitch. Problem was she couldn’t move. With a slow withdrawal and an impressive suctioning sound, Bren eased from her pussy, the backs of his claws spreading her cream over her back hole.
“She’s tired, man,” Jayce spoke evenly, pulling her away from a freshly snarling Bren. “Yeah, bitch all you want, Bren. I see your throbbing cock, and I know what Mason said about her being ready for mating. But her pretty little pussy looks far too swollen for you to continue, at least, from my vantage point. Let me get a closer look, though, and we’ll figure this out in a hurry." Jayce’s thumb circled her anus repeatedly, spreading her cream just as Bren’s naughty claws had.
She whimpered her exhausted excitement, twisting her hips in a natural way of enticing his Alpha Beast. Tatum felt a low rumble shake his body, but Jayce kept himself in check, his control far greater than that of Bren. Dipping the tip of his thumb to the first knuckle, he circled the inside of her tight ring. Once well-broken in by her males, even Tatum noticed the marked difference nearly a year of not claiming her ass made. She pushed back, urging his probing, wanting him to go deeper. Instead, he gingerly flipped her with his big Alpha hands, turning her to sit on his lap. Before she had a chance to argue, Jayce licked the seam of her mouth, his tongue then thrusting for entrance as Bren pulled her leg to the side and mimicked the action on her swollen and strained pussy.
“Calm down,” Jayce crooned. “It’ll take some time before we can loosen that tight ass of yours again, but we’ll make it top priority for the bedroom.”
“I need something,” she spoke against his lips, her hands pulling at the golden hair of his nape.
“We’ve got you covered, honey, always.” Jayce traded his thumb for his middle finger and thrust back in her behind.
Bren licked her mercilessly, sliding his tongue between the velvet folds of her pussy at a frantic pace as Jayce pumped her with a single, but thick, finger. She cried out, tightening her hold on his hair, as he moved down her throat and sniffed and nipped his mark. Bren pushed his flat palm against her lower stomach as he further probed with his catlike tongue, curling the tip and flicking her G-spot. The pressure of his hand coupled with his tongue set her on a razor’s edge she couldn’t walk alone.
“Oh, Jayce, Bren,” she pleaded, her back bowing and lifting her breasts to Jayce’s mouth. “I need…the both of you inside me!”
“We’ve got you, hellcat.” Jayce flicked one breast and then the other, suckling on the last, nipping and licking between strong pulls.
Suddenly, something was off. “No! Wait! You
have to stop.” Tatum felt her letdown reflex move from her upper arms, shooting through the sides of her milk-filled mounds the moment Bren latched his lips around her bundle of nerves, his maddening tongue so rough on her swollen flesh; she cried out. When her body released so did her milk. Her face flamed as her body liquefied. “I warned… you." She gasped. "It’s going everywhere.”
“And I told you,” Jayce said in the Alpha’s grating drawl, “we’ve got you.” He never lifted his head, staying at her breast with her body draped over his thighs. Bren leaned over, his chin and canines gleaming with her come, and moved his wetted mouth over her opposite nipple.
Tatum swallowed hard, her throat hoarse from screaming, her body heading into hypersensitive overdrive. “I swear my life’s getting kinkier by the second.”
Chapter 7
“Who’s Daddy’s big boy?” Jayce crooned, spooning Ardan in the crook of his arm like a football. “Look, honey, he’s trying to smile.” He pulled Tatum closer with his free arm. “See, his lips are curving.”
“Jayce, I don’t know.” Tatum had seen that look. “Either he’s about to spit up or…that.”
“Ah, I’ve got a meeting,” Jayce said, keeping his smile while handing Ardan over to Tatum in quick, efficient movements. “I’ll…change the next one.”
Carefully, she eased the baby on the changing table. “You haven’t changed a single one, Jayce Jordan.”
“Why would you say that?” he argued, misting away.
“Your mother came clean yesterday, ratted you out,” she grumbled to his dissolving form then smiled over at Bren. “Big bad Alpha is afraid of a little poo, how ridiculous.”
Bren didn’t return her smile; instead, saying quietly, “Jayce really has an important meeting to attend.” In his next breath he added, “Mike’s come to see the baby.”
“You mean he’s coming to see the baby.”
“No, I mean he’s here now,” he corrected, “waiting in the media room.”
