Lunar Mates Volume Two: Books 4-6

by Loribelle Hunt

  “We’ll argue about that later if you want, but you can’t approach a wolf like that.”

  His insistence on that worried her. “Gage assured me there was no danger in this pack. If I’d had doubts about that I wouldn’t be here.”

  “You aren’t a member of his pack and you grew up like a nomad. How do you know about werewolves?”Aaron asked with a hint of suspicion. She couldn’t blame him really, and she wasn’t telling them everything. Not yet.

  “Not all lone wolves are rogues.”

  “I ran your name through the clan and Society databases. You aren’t in them.”

  She grinned. She knew a lot of people who’d be pleased to hear that. “There’s always been an unofficial network of loners. Some of them haven’t been in packs for generations.”

  She wasn’t giving anything away telling them that and hopefully they wouldn’t ask anything more about her family. She didn’t mention that they’d looked for the wrong name on the wrong list. They took the hint.

  “I think we should check you over, make sure you don’t have any signs of frost bite.” Aaron held out his hand. “C’mon, Delilah. Sit down.”

  She rolled her eyes. She wasn’t out there long enough to do serious harm, but they were sure pushing the issue. Rather than escalate the argument, she returned to the couch. She might as well get some answers. Aaron sat next to her and turned her so she leaned back against the arm of the sofa, then he pulled her feet into his lap. He made a show of checking out her toes before starting to rub the balls of her feet.

  The massage inched upward, and she closed her eyes, bit her lip to keep in a moan of pleasure, and didn’t even protest when his hands inched up her calves under the loose, flannel pants. It wasn’t a sexual touch, but it turned her on nonetheless. His skin was hot against hers as he kneaded muscles she hadn’t even realized were tense. He passed her knees, moving on to her thighs. He paused just a moment when his thumbs brushed the crease between her legs and hips, as if asking for permission, waiting for a sign from her. It would be smart to put a stop to this, but would she ever have the chance to this fantasy again? She lifted up, moving her hips toward him, encouraging the touch she burned for.

  She hadn’t put on underwear after her shower, and when his fingers danced over her pussy, she hissed and jerked against him. Blood engorged the area and desire spiked through her. She reached for the waistband on the pajama bottoms, determined to get them off and get closer to Aaron.

  Five

  When Delilah started to shimmy off her pants, Aaron thought his head would blow off. The little one. He was quick to help her. He had so many questions—that answer about loners was just a little off—but he’d save them for later. After she started to trust them, after she accepted them. For now he didn’t want her changing her mind so he yanked her pants off. She was left exposed from the waist down, and he sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to exhale and keep on breathing.

  His gaze traveled up her body and zeroed in on her nipples. They pebbled hard in the cool air of the living room, pressing against the tight tank top she wore. He couldn’t wait to see them but was determined not to rush this, not to give into the wolf side of his nature that was urging now, now, now.

  Returning his gaze to her middle, he lifted a hand and traced the tattoo that wrapped around her waist. A rose vine complete with thorns. He smiled. It seemed an appropriate theme for her. She was lovely, the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, but prickly. Stubborn, too, but pure joy.

  He’d been afraid his heart didn’t have room for another bond as strong as the one he shared with his twin. He’d been so wrong and he wished Cooper was here to share the bliss of her, but he’d already left the room. He was on his own tonight. They’d agreed that Aaron would have her first, that they’d take as much time as they could introducing to their world. They hadn’t counted on her knowing about werewolves, though it had been a possibility. Hopefully, the idea of being mated to two men wouldn’t freak her out.

  In the shape shifting world that only happened with twins, and even in their world it was considered a little odd. For the first time, worry edged its way into his mind. The concern that she couldn’t accept what he was, couldn’t accept that it wasn’t just one mate she was getting. He tried to ignore it. When that didn’t work, he went for distraction.

  He pulled her off the couch and laid her down on the thick rug before the fireplace, settling on his belly between her thighs and leaving the thin shirt and the secrets it hid in place. Squeezing his eyes shut, he took a deep breath. Her scent was going to drive him crazy. Decadent and luxuriant. Fiery and sweet. He moved forward and swiped his tongue in one long sweep from her ass to her clit. She tasted like a rich, spiced rum. Perfect. No other woman had ever tasted like this, and he and Cooper had shared several. He could die happy right here, right now.

  She whimpered when his tongue passed her clitoris, and he went back to it, loving the way her hips thrust up, the way her pelvis undulated against his mouth. Sucking the small nub between his teeth, he gently bit down. Her back arched, and she groaned, long and low. He could feel her body begging for more, tight and trembling under his, and he smiled as he sucked harder, bit harder. So their newfound mate enjoyed a little pain? Good. They’d be happy to oblige her. Thrilled even, and relieved not to hold back. Of course, this didn’t give him a clue what her limits were. What he really wanted to know was how she would take to a whip or a paddle. Would it get her wet and hot? Get her off? Turn her off? Maybe a little test was in order.

  The image of her going outside scantily dressed filled his mind, ill prepared for the cold and inviting the attentions of two wolves she didn’t know. Then there was the hair. He’d almost howled when he saw she’d cut most of it off. He’d so looked forward to seeing that hair every day, getting his hands in it. Watching her as it swung around her naked ass. Yeah. He might be more pissed about the haircut than the other.

  He slowed, softened his ministrations, knowing instinctively it would drive her crazy. The soft, easy strokes over her clit would build her arousal, but it wouldn’t bring her to orgasm. She needed more. But he loved the sight and scent of her, and though he planned on punishing her before letting her come, he wouldn’t turn away from the chance to torment her a little more.

  He replaced his finger with his tongue. Light, gentle strokes. Then thrust it into her channel. Oh, God. That might have been a mistake. She was hot and wet and tight, and he just wanted to bury himself in her forever. He had his first moment of unease. How was he going to share her with his brother? Why did he have to be born an identical twin?

  He got lost in her, and thankfully Cooper felt it. He entered the room quietly, but Aaron heard him. He didn’t shift his position but lifted his gaze, arching an eyebrow. He didn’t welcome the intrusion.

  “Why are you stopping?” Delilah choked on a sob after she asked.

  He sighed, reluctant even as he recognized the necessity.

  “Because punishment comes before pleasure, baby,” he answered.

  She gasped, glared, but his fingers were still buried inside her, and he felt her response. Her pussy spasmed around him and her core grew even wetter. He was relieved. She needed it as much as he and Cooper did. He moved then, standing and extending a hand to help her up. When she was standing, he ripped the shirt over her head. Wanted a full view of her as he did this. Since Cooper was here and she knew about them, they might as well up their seduction schedule. He met Cooper’s gaze, communicated in their private way that he should strip. His brother cocked an eyebrow, but he didn’t hesitate in removing his clothes.

  Aaron lifted her easily and carried her to the sofa. He sat and pulled her over his lap, her ass right there in easy smacking distance. She struggled, and he returned his fingers, thrusting deep into her pussy.

  “Aaron, what the hell? Let me up!”

  “I don’t think so, baby. You have a punishment coming. You can get it from me or Cooper, but one way or the other you’
re getting it. And I promise you, it’ll be easier from me.”

  Her struggles were half-hearted and her pussy clenched around his fingers, hot and slick. He twisted his hand so he could stroke her G-spot, and she thrust back against him, her moans filling the air.

  “Oh damn,” she managed to grit out.

  He stopped his movements. He heard the need, the hunger in her voice, but she had to choose.

  “I can stop.” He paused, meeting Cooper’s irritated gaze. His brother didn’t want him to give her any outs. “But I don’t think you want me to. I think you want to see what I, what we, can do to you.”

  She moaned, and he felt moisture on his leg. He was afraid she might be crying and leaned close to her ear.

  “We’ll take care of you, Delilah. We want to take care of you. But you have to decide. If this doesn’t turn you on, if it doesn’t make you hot, there isn’t any point in it, is there?”

  He paused, waiting. One hand rested on her ass, the other was still between her legs. When she made no response, he asked again.

  “Yes or no, baby?”

  She arched up, moving against his hand, and he knew her answer before he heard her muttered, “Yes.”

  Thank God. He didn’t think he could hold back now and he didn’t try. He tried to start slow. He hit her ass but kept the stroke tempered. It still left a nice pink spot. She didn’t respond, but he left his fingers inside her pussy, and she remained wet. He needed a response from her and looked up to meet his brother’s gaze. It was clear that Cooper was also turned on by seeing her like this, that he wanted her screaming and squirming, too. They had different reasons for dominating her though, and he wanted her to know what they were. He thought the best way was to tell her while he increased his strokes.

  “Do you know why you’re being punished, Delilah?”

  His hand fell harder as he asked, and Cooper glared at him. He knew he was supposed to work up to the harder strokes. He pulled back. She didn’t answer, just shook her head. He leaned closer to her, whispered in her ear. That was for her benefit because Cooper’s superior hearing would easily pick it up.

  “You cut your hair. I was so looking forward to getting my hands in that hair.” He paused, let it sink in. “Cooper has other issues. He’s much more pissed off about you going outside than I am. Don’t be surprised if he breaks out his paddle.”

  Her wetness gushed over his hand at that pronouncement, and he grinned at his brother. She liked this was much as they did.

  “But not tonight,” he said, one final, hard slap hitting her ass.

  He nodded at Cooper, and he pulled the glass coffee table out of the way. This was something they’d done before with women they’d shared. It would end in frustration for one of the brothers, and Aaron was damned glad this time it wasn’t him.

  Cooper walked forward and stopped just before him. He pulled Delilah up but instead of turning her to him, put her on the floor facing his brother. She was on her knees, Cooper’s cock jutting out inches from her lips. It turned Aaron on, knowing he’d demand she take Cooper in her mouth, and he was pretty sure she’d be into it, too. He ‘d watch and direct, knowing he’d be buried in her pussy later. Cooper grabbed her hands and clasped them behind her back.

  “Lace your fingers together,” he grunted. “Don’t let go.”

  She did so without any reluctance or protest, and Aaron thrust two fingers into her pussy, squeezing the nape of her neck, and guided her to his brother’s cock. Her tongue flicked out and it was almost his undoing. Oh, Christ. He wanted to feel that tongue on him. Then she took the head in her mouth and Cooper groaned, long and loud, and shared the sensation with him. Hot, wet suction. Exquisite torture. Aaron rubbed his fingers against her G-spot until she mewled around his brother’s cock and jerked against his fingers.

  He leaned close to her ear. “You don’t get to come yet, baby. We control your orgasms tonight, and neither one of us has given you permission.”

  He felt her struggle to fight it and removed his hand, sliding it up the slender column of her neck, caressing it, letting Cooper stroke smooth and fast into her mouth, letting him come. Cooper jetted into her mouth, and the expression on her face was almost Aaron’s undoing. Rapture. Ecstasy. As soon as Cooper pulled out of her mouth, Aaron pressed her down and pounded into her. He’d told her not to come, and she’d done her best. Now he wanted her convulsing around him, screaming her pleasure.

  “Come now, Delilah,” he commanded in a whisper. “Come for me, baby.”

  He found her clit with his fingers, pinched it, and she responded exactly the way he wanted her to. Her pussy contracted around him and her whole body shook with the second orgasm. She screamed his name and his brother’s, as if she didn’t know who was riding her thighs. He didn’t care. It didn’t matter. She was destined for both of them, destined to pleasure and be pleasured by both of them. He could share her with Cooper. Had always expected he would share his mate with Cooper. But not tonight. Tonight she was his.

  Six

  Cooper sat up when he heard soft steps on the stairs, glad he didn’t have to pretend to sleep anymore. Every time he’d closed his eyes, he saw her. Delilah. Her mouth wrapped around his cock and his brother fucking her. Shit, he was hard again. He got out of bed and pulled on some boxers, shaking his head at the way they tented in front. It would be funny if it was anyone else, but since he was the one horny and uncomfortable, it wasn’t. And he was not jacking off in the shower alone again. Delilah had gone downstairs and Aaron had had his turn. Now it was his.

  His mood improved instantly, and he bounded down the steps, following the sound of music to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and grinned. Dressed in one of Aaron’s old Tshirts that barely covered her ass, she was an enthralling sight. She’d found an AM oldies station and was bopping around the kitchen, pulling things from the fridge and bowls from cabinets as she went. She piled it all on the counter in front of the window overlooking the backyard. She’d already started frying bacon and opened a carton of eggs. After cracking several, she reached for a whisk and stirred them then went digging through the cabinets again. She didn’t find what she was looking for and turned to the pantry.

  That’s when she saw him. She gulped, blushing a pretty pink that tinged her cheeks and down the collar of the shirt. He was hard as a pike, afraid if he moved he’d drag her to the floor and fuck her senseless. Sounded good in theory, but he didn’t really trust himself not to hurt her, didn’t have a clue what her boundaries and limits were yet.

  “Cooper,” she whispered. “Good morning.” She gestured behind her. “I thought I’d take care of breakfast.”

  “How ’bout you take care of me first?”

  No, dumb ass. Demanding sex before she’d even had breakfast or relaxed around him was not the way to go, but damned if her eyes didn’t light up in interest. Unfortunately, instead of jumping him, she frowned and cocked her head to one side.

  “Do you and your brother share often?”

  He sighed. It was bound to come up sooner or later. Later would have been better. He wanted her pliant and submissive, acquiescing to his demands, but he needed her willing. Willing to submit. To give up control and to know he’d take care her. He knew the price for that was honesty, but he wasn’t sure he was the one to convince her. Even though she wasn’t the first they’d shared, she was the last. The only one who mattered.

  “Do you know anything about werewolf twins?” he asked instead.

  She nodded. Her teeth worried her bottom lip, and he wanted to step up and stop her, taste her mouth. It was obvious she had reservations and equally obvious she wouldn’t voice them. He wasn’t sure how to handle that. He was the doer. Aaron was the talker. To buy time to think about it, he walked by her and filled the teakettle, set it on the range, and turned it on. The situation called for caffeine and in large amounts. Whiskey would be even better, and if it were afternoon, he’d pour a shot.

  He turned around, unable to keep from watching
her while she was in the room. She was only a couple of feet away. Her face was calm, but she wrung her hands. Something twisted in his chest and he didn’t know how to deal with it. He’d been prepared to want her sexually, even grow to care for her. This all-consuming desire to know every last detail about her, to keep her safe and cherished and happy, was unexpected.

  “C’mere, sweetheart.”

  He held his hand out to her, needing to kiss her, to inhale her and hoped like hell she wouldn’t deny him. She didn’t. She hesitated but finally stepped forward, close enough that he could pull her into his arms, pull her close enough so her body molded against his. He might hate his brother just a little bit for having her first. He kept his hands on her upper back and buried his nose in the crook between her shoulder and neck and breathed deep. Warm, sexy, woman. That was all he registered. All his wolf needed to know was that she was theirs.

  He turned his head so he could kiss her neck, right on that tempting little spot just under her ear, right where he would claim and mark her later. Her pulse fluttered at the contact, then pounded. He could hear her heart racing and the feeling that swelled in his chest was nothing less than triumph. Lowering his arms to wrap around her waist, he lifted her, carried her to an empty countertop, and set her on the edge.

  Her eyes widened and a surprised little oh whispered from her lips. No more delaying. He had to taste her and lowered his face to hers, caught her lips with his. His brother thought she tasted like the spiced rum he liked so much. Cooper disagreed. She was the best quality brandy. Cognac. Rich, with a hint of sweet fruit. He nibbled her lips until she opened her mouth and his tongue plunged in. Sweet. So, so sweet.

  His hips moved against his will, his cock seeking entrance into her body. He almost came when he realized she was naked under that shirt. Shoving it up, he verified what he already knew and groaned. The shirt came off, sailing into the air behind him, and he stopped and stared down at her. It was impossible not to notice her perfection, her femininity. He had a moment’s misgiving, afraid he might actually lose himself in her and hurt her. He would just have to remember to stay in control.