by Talyn Scott
Good.
Any immortal worth her salt should know when retaliation was coming her way.
While staring down at her, Jude waited a few heartbeats as she muddled with reeling in the sink hose. Then he had the pleasure of listening to her choppy breaths, as she took in the wetted t-shirt glued to the planes of his chest. And even though he didn’t like to brag, her sudden dilated pupils were all the compliments and encouragements he needed in this life.
Time to play with his mate.
Kalen’s eyes dropped to his soaked jeans, which now dipped well below his hipbones. “Uh…”
Canting his head in the way of the werewolf, he narrowed his eyes on the dress he would shred with his canines. “That ought to cool me off?” he echoed her threat.
Kalen’s chin snapped up quickly. “Perhaps I went a touch overboard.” She took a cautious step back.
Saying nothing, Jude took one forward.
She tugged on her too-short dress and softened her voice. “Honestly, I don’t know what came over me.”
Jude remained quiet, though continued his calculated prowl.
“Though you have no right to treat me like you own me,” she pleaded when he backed her against the refrigerator. “You bring out this wildness in me, and I shouldn’t have sprayed you.” Again, her eyes dropped to his chest and back. “With icy water.”
In slow, methodical movements, Jude placed one hand next to her head. With the other, he lifted the sink sprayer, completely extending the hose.
“Say it again.” He positioned the sprayer between them, aligning the nozzle with her cleavage.
Kalen held her breath a second or two, trying to figure him out. “That I shouldn’t have sprayed you with icy water?”
“No.” He leaned into her, careful of his great weight, and nipped her ear lobe. “You said I bring out the wildness in you.”
“Don’t read into that.”
Jude shot her with a short blast of freezing water. She jumped in his arms, some of her shuddering not due to the cold. “Put that thing away!”
His free hand curled around her throat, his eyes dropping to her lips. “Say it.”
Kalen’s fangs lowered when she put her hands on his chest, her fingers digging into his wet shirt, brushing the skin below with fingertips of fire. “You make me feel wild… sometimes.”
“Wildness is natural between us.” He leaned down again, pressing his cheek against hers. “Do you know what a true mate does to his female’s posterior, if said female risks her life by, let’s say, venturing into vampire territory unprotected?”
Kalen tried to push him off, but her hands slid around on his wet shirt. “I think Jenny might have mentioned something about that.”
Jude bent his knees, capturing her legs between his. “Then you know exactly what my werewolf needs.” He pressed his hips against hers, the wet fabrics dueling between them for friction. He tossed the sprayer back into the sink. “More precisely, what I need.”
“It doesn’t mean that’s what I need, though.” She kicked out to the left, but went right. He’d had more than a century’s training in combat and he easily deflected the move, keeping her right where he wanted her.
His mouth touched Kalen’s without kissing, his lips brushing over her soft mouth when he said, “A spanking will bring us closer together, to form a special bond of trust between a Pack male and his beloved mate.”
Jude kissed her softly then, telling her everything he needed her to know with his lips and tongue. She melted for him, unable to resist her male’s call.
Archer misted in behind him. “Kalen, sweetheart, you must never go into vampire — ”
“Archer, I think she’s open to accepting her spanking.”
“Don’t tease me,” Archer groaned.
“I’ll take the spanking,” she whispered huskily, “but it doesn’t mean I owe you any explanations.”
“I’ll accept that, for now.” What could he say? He was keeping a secret from her, as well. Jude lifted her in his arms and carried her up the winding staircase leading to the second floor.
Archer stepped quietly ahead of them, waving a hand over the doors and opening them wide.
Nuzzling his neck, Kalen buried her face against the warmth of his skin, his werewolf emitting heat to ease their water-cooled bodies. Nearly forgetting what had made her so angry to fight with this male, she whispered, “I like the way you smell.”
He looked down at her with those silver-moon eyes. “I like the way you taste.”
Kalen felt heat crawl up her neck, spreading onto her cheeks. But she fought her shyness. “I enjoy…your mouth.”
He laughed at that, a hearty roar that tickled her sex. “I enjoyed putting my mouth on you. I plan on doing that to you daily, my lass. For now, I will spread you out on that table.” He lifted his chin, gesturing to the far corner where a leather covered table stood. Behind it, shelves upon shelves of sexual implements stood in a proud array. “After you accept your spanking, I’ll truly have my way with you and you’ll love it.”
Her mouth hanging open, her mind too shocked at what she’d found, Kalen said, “Some of that stuff has to be dangerous.”
“Depends on how it’s used, I suppose.”
She forced her eyes away from the questionable table and toys, and looked around. To the left, where the windows welcomed a glorious view of the Gulf of Mexico, a bed made for kings reached to the ceiling, its mattress swathed in pristine white sheets and more of those chenille throws. “How long ago did Mason decorate this? It looks brand new.”
“We had some help.” Archer explained, “Putting it together on short notice was challenging but not impossible, as you can see. Pack males took care of most of it while we were working today.”
Her head swam as she pointed back to the kinky shelves. “What are those?”
“Assorted anal beads.”
No, thank you. “All of you are assuming…too much.”
Archer kissed her temple. “That’s what the word no is for. You can use it whenever you don’t like something we’re doing.”
Kalen tried to move down Jude’s body, so she could stand. Reluctantly, Jude placed her carefully on her feet. She walked the length of the room, placing her hands against the cool glass and peering out into the fall of night. Inhaling deeply, she tried to forget the erotic implements. But it didn’t help when she heard one zipper go down, then another.
“Turn around, Kalen,” insisted Archer.
Her feet twisted around. What her eyes landed on next was nothing short of… “Wuh.”
Jude canted his head, his tribal ink swirled from the underside of his right jaw, down his shoulder and over his ribcage, ending where it curled around his cock. “We hoped you’d enjoy this view as well, my lass.” His hands fisting at his sides, he took one step forward, one pointed step forward. What dangled heavily between his muscled legs, caught all of her attention. He was thick and long, yes; she’d expected that, but his piercings were another matter all together. They appeared to form a Jacob’s ladder, only the typical o-rings didn’t adorn the underside of his length. Instead, a sleeve of rolling balls were literally pinned to his cock. They glinted beneath the lights, many of the balls appearing to be actual jewels.
Jude’s skin smooth and flawless, even unmarred from territorial battles, he hadn’t a single hair below his scruff of whiskers.
“Relax,” Archer said.
Her head turned to the sound of his voice. Archer was bending down, rummaging through a draw by the leather-padded table. His Alpha male body on display for her perusal, tribal ink swirling down his muscled back and onto the finest ass anyone would find in her waking hours or in her wettest dreams.
She wanted to run her fangs all over the globes, maybe bite him there, too. Her mouth literally watered when he turned to face her, his big hand dropping a small tube onto the table.
Archer’s body was just as hairless as Jude’s, and one of his nipples was pierced with a tiny dagger �
� a common practice of Pack. On his chest a werewolf-blue sword was etched. The tip of the sword pointed straight down, brushing the root of his massive erection. She wanted to run her fangs all over it, too, though would avoid the three silvery bars threaded beneath his cock head.
What’s more?
Kalen wanted to bite him there, to feed from his cock. That realization shook her. Maybe she was just as much of a Beast as they were.
She must have looked as scared as she felt because Archer and Jude immediately surrounded her. “It’s not you,” she said lamely. “I’m just frightened at my own ferocity.” She pressed her temples with her fingertips, massaging them. “It’s so confusing sometimes, between my vampire, human, and werewolf blood.”
Jude cupped her shoulders from behind, his thumbs rubbing circles over her skin. He removed her dress without tearing a thread, but shredded her underwear. His cock pressed against her lower back, those damned balls of his piercings rolling as he rocked his pelvis gently against her. “Be confused all you want.”
Archer pulled her fingers from her temples, replacing them with his own. “Just don’t shut us out while you’re making sense of it all.”
“I’ll try.” A hard chest pressed against her front, an equally hard chest pressing against her back. Kalen groaned at the dual sensations, the undeniable eroticism.
Archer carried her this time, lifting her on the padded table and adjusting her in the stance he wanted. “The word is simply no, Kalen. Repeat it so we are clear.”
“If I want you to stop I’ll say no.”
“This brief scene will give you an idea of what we want to do later on in our growing relationship.”
She tried not to look at anything, to focus on his voice. But it was a difficult task when positioned on all fours, knowing Jude and Archer could stare at anything they wanted to on her body, flaws and all. And although she fought for the proper self image, their scrutiny was enough to make her bury her head in the sand for the next ten years.
Jude ran his fingers down her back, pressing on the curve of her ass to position her just so. “I know what’s going on inside your head, bonny lass, but I want you to say it aloud.”
“I don’t really like you staring back there, okay?”
“You are mine. I will stare at what pleases me.” Next, he urged Kalen’s chest and head down to the cool leather, her face turning to the side where the wall was mirrored just for playtime. He looked at the mirror, meeting her insecure gaze, and flashed his teeth. “And all of you pleases me.”
“This feels awkward, though.” But there was something to the awkwardness, the way she was positioned on all fours for him to examine her from every angle, top to bottom. Like a form of arousing foreplay she had never before considered.
“I am proud of your body, my lass, so very proud.”
“We are fortunate males,” Archer agreed, his eyes leaping with blue flames.
Jude’s chest brushed her back when he moved around the table, the brief skin to skin contact was enough to melt her pussy a little more. She closed her eyes on a sigh, still feeling his gaze hot on every part of her body, until he started touching her in ernest. A fingertip touched here, a stroke of the tongue there, a nip of canines across her ass and thighs. Then he slipped his tongue inside her dark crevice, stroking, licking, stroking, licking.
“Ah, Jude,” she cried out when he reached between her legs and touched her sopping sex.
“Ah, Kalen, now if you can no’ stay still for a spanking, I will have to restrain you.”
What felt like a silk scarf swiped down the center of her back. Next he ran his hands down the backs of her legs, bringing Kalen’s ankles together, and tying them into one with the silk. When he moved to the front of her, his dick was so hard and wet, he dragged the tip of it across her jaw, eliciting a shudder from Kalen she felt to her womb.
Archer growled. “Your sweet pussy is ready to be filled.”
It clenched at his words, weeping anew for them to take her.
Archer brought her wrists in the same fashion as her ankles, tying them with the scarf. Making sure her head was still facing the mirror so she could watch. Jude fixed a special wedge beneath her hips to take her body weight and relieve her knees. He smiled dangerously at her, this male with spanking in mind, before he placed a single kiss on her back rosette.
“There’s a place inside your mind Kalen, where only you and your mates can exist.” Jude squeezed a small amount of lubricant between his forefinger and thumb. “Mayhap we can discover it together.”
Jude pressed his hand between her back thighs, tightened by her ankle binding, and manipulated her clitoris out of its hood with his lubricated fingers. When the little bud swelled in his hand, he started a rhythm that brought on a whole new meaning to sensitivity.
“No thinking, sweetheart,” Archer warned, “find that special spot in your head where nothing exists but us.”
“All of us,” Mason qualified as he misted into the room, meeting her nervous albeit desperately horny gaze in the mirror.
Archer bent down and kissed her shoulder before walking behind her again.
Mason slanted his mouth over hers, but brought it down to nip her chin in warning. “You’ve aged me ten years by venturing into vampire territory, Kalen. I want ten lashes in return.”
“She’s so plump between her legs,” Archer groaned, his hot breath cascading on her prone ass. “Look how beautiful she is.”
Kalen heard the distinct sound of a rustling belt buckle and leather. A swirling blast of air cooled her bottom right before the thwack of leather met her flesh. “Oh!” Kalen’s body jolted as the pleasure-pain quickly turned into a sensual burn.
“That’s it,” Mason encouraged, “take it for us.”
“Find your subspace,” Jude insisted, as four consecutive lashes hit her backside.
“Ah,” she groaned, the heat was nearly too much but the resounding tingles were too glorious to pass on.
One of her males brushed a kiss across her pussy right before another suddenly buried himself balls-deep within her. She opened her eyes to find Jude all the way inside, not stroking yet, just remaining steady. He met her gaze in the mirror, lifted his belt and warned, “Five more.”
Thrust.
Whack.
Pull back.
Thrust.
Whack.
Pull back.
Thrust.
When the odd rhythm setup, Kalen’s conscious tried for that zone again, the one Jude referred to as subspace. She toed inside her mind once more, feeling her way around, right as he finished her spanking by withdrawing completely from her body.
“Oh,” she warned, the building ache only needing one more hard thrust. “Where are you…going?”
“You’ve been a naughty girl, sweetheart,” Archer said huskily, removing her bindings as Mason and Jude rubbed her wrists and her ankles. “You’ll have to earn your orgasms this time around.”
Chapter Eighteen
Archer lifted her in his arms and brought her to a thickly padded area on the floor, next to the mirrored wall.
After his thorough examination of what belonged to him, Jude walked around to Kalen’s front and gently lifted her chin. “By the way your juices are dribbling down your pretty lips, and I do no’ mean these.” He tapped her bottom lip with a fingertip. “I suspect you miss my cock.”
“Very much.”
With his opposite hand, he helped her to kneel. “Show me what ‘very much’ means.”
She licked her lips and nuzzled her soft mouth on the underside of his erection, trailing his thickest vein. He lifted the damn thing for her, and she reached and squeezed his balls as she twirled her wet tongue around each of his piercings.
Jude praised, “Perfect.”
But she was getting ahead of herself, so he took the hand squeezing his balls alongside her other, clasping her wrists in one of his hands and holding them above her head. Her nipples pebbled impossibly hard, urging Archer to
move behind her to pull and twist them with his expert fingers. Kalen wiggled against his grasp, moaning as she nibbled and sucked on his piercings and flesh.
From above her, Mason directed, “Take him in your mouth completely, Kalen. You can do it.”
She pulled her mouth away slightly, staring up at Jude with glazed eyes and an unsure expression that melted him a little inside. “Take the tip first,” he instructed, the hard edge to his voice impossible to mask. But it stemmed from raw need, not aggression.
Nodding, she again nuzzled his shaft, going down his right side and then his left. A subconscious move on her part that placed his werewolf’s scent all over her face.
Release me, his werewolf snarled, scraping the inside of Jude’s skull in frustration. Its quest to take her while in full transformation warred with what Mason, Archer, and Jude knew Kalen needed. And she wasn’t ready sexually for their Beasts.
Not yet, he replied mentally.
Kalen brought the swollen head of his cock inside the delicious cavern of her mouth, surrounding him with sleek heat. He brushed the hair from her face, sliding the shortest layers behind her ears with his free hand. Her tongue instinctively dove for his small slit, dabbling his slickness, his pre-cum drizzling for her. She groaned, her throat working as she gobbled more of his length.
Even though he could hardly tear his gaze away from the sheer eroticism of her lips stretched around him, her cheeks hollowing while sucking him, he closed his eyes briefly at the sensation of his celestially appointed mate servicing him in such a giving way, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her laced this carnal pleasure with hope. She moved up and down on his turgid length, lapping the lines of his veins, stopping just beneath the head to take a small bite on his extra flesh there. Then she reared back and licked him from tip to root, coating him with her saliva.
Mason placed his hand on the top of her head, urging her to mouth-fuck Jude. Seeming to understand, she sucked him deep and picked up a gliding speed, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, though never taking him completely to the back of her throat. And he didn’t want her to do this, to hurt herself physically due to his enormous size, but the urge to thrust was barely manageable.
