That was a story Aaron was familiar with. A rogue the older men had been hunting had gone after his mother, and they’d been just in time to save her. He glanced over, wondering how she’d taken the news of another rogue on the loose and saw her eyes were wary, pinched around the corners. Aaron sighed, but his resolve hardened. He didn’t ever want to see that look on Delilah’s face. Pop pulled his mother into his arms and met Aaron’s gaze over her head. The communication was silent but unmistakable. Find the rogue and destroy him.
After a moment, Mom straightened and faced her sons again. “We’re staying at Rebecca and Nolan’s old house while we’re here, but we’ll be over early tomorrow. You need to explain things to your mate before the family descends on her, boys.”
He heard a sound and whirled around to see Delilah in the open doorway leading from the living room. How long had she been standing there? She seemed confused as she stepped into the kitchen, but the look she shot him was all irritation.
“I hope you’re not planning on leaving on my account. I’d feel awful if you left because of me, especially at Christmastime.” She moistened her lips before continuing, and his entire body clenched at the sight of her tongue darting out over her lips. “I’m sure Jackson or Chloe can find me a room somewhere.”
Damn, he’d screwed up worse than he thought. He and Cooper moved at the same time. His brother’s growl was low, a warning more than menace, and directed at him. Shit. Cooper crowded her against the table but Aaron approached warily. How dangerous was a female werewolf anyway?
“You’re not going anywhere, Delilah,” he said trying to stay calm but snarling anyway. The idea of her trying to leave infuriated him.
She surprised him though, laying her palms flat against both their chests and shoving them away. He felt the prick of claws but she pulled back. She set her fists on her hips, her eyes narrowed and her lips pressed in a thin line. He wanted to trace them until she let him in, went weak and boneless in his arms. But that would only, could only, end one way, so he held himself in check. There was a lot he was willing to share with his family, but giving them a show was not one of those things.
“If you expect me to sit quietly by while your mother talks about going to stay somewhere else, you’ve got the wrong girl, Aaron.”
He couldn’t hold in the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. He definitely had the right girl, but she had a glint in her eyes that scared him. She’d been shocked earlier to meet his fathers, but she’d bounced back quickly. That wasn’t what was on her mind now, it was just a handy excuse. Her expression changed so fast he would have missed it if he hadn’t been watching. Indecision. She thought she had to leave because she couldn’t trust him—his fault, he knew—but she was fighting with herself over the decision. He lifted a hand to cup the side of her face, and she turned into it. Just a little. Just enough to make his heart hope.
“Can we talk things over when we don’t have an audience?”
Everyone but his mother would easily catch the words, but he kept his tone soft, gentle, for Delilah’s benefit. Her eyes flashed and he smelled her rush of arousal at the mention of being alone, but it was mingled with trepidation. And there was something else. Something that teased his senses and woke up his wolf. He took a deeper breath. Her scent was richer, headier, and jerking his head up, he met Cooper’s gaze.
She was in heat, though she probably wouldn’t appreciate having it described that way. He reached out, laying his hand over her abdomen. He knew it was a lousy thing to do, but he had every intention of taking advantage of the situation. If she were pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to turn away from them, would she? He didn’t think so. He thought he knew her well enough to know she’d give them the time to convince her she belonged with them, to them.
The deception would piss her off, but he dismissed it. And really, he just wanted to see her swollen with his children, twin boys first in the tradition of his family. Or Cooper’s children. It didn’t really matter. They were a unit, the three of them. He’d justify it any way he had to and damn the consequences. Except, fucking hell. That plan made him to no better than the rogues that hunted her. Worse because she was his mate. She deserved his protection, his acceptance, and his support.
“What? What is it?” Her brows drew close together in a scowl.
He leaned forward, kissed her forehead, and shook his head. “Later.”
Someone cleared a throat behind him, and he turned his head to see his mother gathering her things. She smiled at him, at all of them, and it was a smile full of hope and optimism. The smile he was used to seeing from her. She was a glass half full kind of person. She moved forward and he stepped out of the way.
Smiling, she took Delilah’s hand in her own, cradling it. “Don’t worry, honey. We’d already planned to stay at my brother’s house tonight. They can’t make it this year but you’ll meet him and his mate later. And tomorrow afternoon, you’re getting invaded. The three of us and our younger son and daughter.” She winked. “Enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts.”
She hugged Aaron and Cooper, but stopped Delilah again before she left. “Don’t start lunch without me, and don’t let the boys do it.” She gave a fake shudder then winked again. “I swear I taught them better, but if they know someone else is around who can cook they’ll mess it up on purpose.”
And then she was gone, dragging Dad and Pop with her. Aaron turned to Delilah. He wanted in her now. But he wanted her in a bed, and he wanted to claim her, bite her, and bind her to him. He’d like to give her more time, but there was no way his wolf would wait. Plus, he wasn’t giving her the chance to flee or Jackson any excuse to try to remove her from their house. His wolf snarled its outrage at the thought. No way in hell.
By unspoken agreement, he and Cooper led her out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and down the long hall to the master bedroom. He looked around with satisfaction. She’d be moving in here before the day was out.
“Take your clothes off, Delilah,” Cooper said. He was already stripping, and Aaron was quick to jerk his off, too.
Anger flashed in her eyes. “I think that would be a bad idea. I’m not staying.”
“Oh yes, you are. We’ll talk about it later if you want. After we fuck you.”
Cooper tilted his head back, nostrils flaring as he took in her scent. Aaron felt his brother’s control slip, which helped him hang onto his.
“I wasn’t rejecting you out there, baby,” Aaron said. This was his fault. “I’m sorry about how I reacted. I was surprised.” He gave her an encouraging yet wicked grin. “Amaze me now. I want to see you.”
He really did. A female werewolf? He’d never thought he’d see one, hadn’t really believed they existed, and she was their mate? And she was reluctant. Fearful. She hid it well, though. Cocking her head to one side, she reached for the edge of her sweater but hesitated.
“If anything ever happened to me, Gage would go hunting, you understand? If I disappeared and didn’t let him know I was safe, he’d never stop looking and trust me, you do not want Gage Rylon on your ass.”
He’d met the man and he agreed, but it fucking pissed him off to get warned by his mate. Her distrust was like nails on a chalkboard grating against his ears.
“Then why the hell did he send you here without warning?” he snarled. “Makes it harder to protect you when we don’t why, baby. And we will protect our own, you can count on that. Even from him if I think it’s necessary.”
She sighed softly, relaxed a little at his counter threat. “There’s more safety in anonymity. And not even Gage knows about this.”
She’d trust them with it though. Thank god. She may not realize it yet but she’d already decided to stay. “Show me,” he ordered.
She stripped quickly, more to get it over with before she changed her mind he thought, but for now he’d take it. She changed without any prodding and he dropped to his knees to stroke his hand through her fur. Damn, she beautiful. Solid black without even a hin
t of gray, a visible reminder of her genetics. The Regis was said to be a black wolf. He bet she knew who the king was but seriously doubted she tell them yet. He could wait as long as he had her.
“Well?” she asked when she changed back.
“You’re gorgeous and I want to do bad, dirty things with you.”
He startled a laugh out of her, and her arousal flooded his senses, her scent intensifying, and the mental barriers she’d put up against them slipped. All she had to do was reach for him. The fear and distrust were gone from the air. It was embarrassment not reluctance that held her back. She was stubborn and independent. Her capitulation would be all the sweeter if she came to them totally unprodded. When she realized she wanted to give over control to them. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe it would extend outside the bedroom, but he had high hopes for compliance in here.
Fourteen
Delilah held herself still as she fought an internal war, a war she suspected she was going to lose. They knew almost everything now, and maybe she had misinterpreted Aaron’s first reaction. She didn’t sense or smell rejection or distaste now. Of course it could just be buried under lust, which was thick in the air. Sweet, addictive, seduction. Fear of exposure didn’t hold her back—too late for that obviously—nor betrayal. Nope, what had occurred to her much too late was purely about sex and submission.
In her day to day life she hated to be ordered around, hated to follow direction. That’s why she worked for herself and never stayed in place for long. Now however, she was trembling as she fought off the need to submit to their demands and that would fine if it stayed in this room, in this type of situation. She was pretty sure that if she accepted it here, they’d try to rule the rest of her life. That they’d try to take her over. She’d thought Aaron was more easygoing, despite that incident outside. She looked at him, blatant demand etched in his face. She was wrong.
“Submit, Lilah. You know you want too.” Cooper was right.
She did want this as much as they did. She’d just have to figure out a way to not get too attached in the process. To keep her independence outside of bed. She didn’t get the impression they’d ever been in a serious relationship, so they didn’t have any experience in this either. Not that she had a clue how it worked with three people, but she had a little more hope in that direction after meeting his parents. She pushed the feeling away. No. She wouldn’t get hopeful. It was too dangerous. She’d take what they offered, see where it went, but optimism about a future with them was setting herself up for heartache. Then there was no time for thinking when Cooper took her hand and led her to the huge bed.
“This is our room.”
She frowned. Okay, she didn’t know much about the inner workings of packs but surely two grown brothers didn’t share a room.
Cooper snorted. “Okay, badly put. It’s the master bedroom, yours, but usually we’ll be sleeping with you. Or at least one of us. We’ll move your things in here later.”
Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Aaron. He was smiling.
“Some nights we won’t want to share.”
“And now, sweetheart,” Cooper said, nibbling her neck, “it’s time to make it permanent.”
Aaron bent his head to the other side of her nape, and she felt the connection between the three of them intensify as they dropped the shields between their minds and hers. She should say no. There were so many reasons to protest but her body hummed with awareness, her pussy filling with cream as they bit and sucked at her tender flesh. The bites grew harder and she gasped when she felt their teeth puncture her skin. It should have hurt, but her body was so keyed up, ready for a little pain and roughness, that it was just a sting quickly soothed away by their lapping tongues.
They lifted their heads at the same time and crowded even closer to her, but she swore she still felt their teeth in her skin. She lifted her hands to cover the small wounds, trying to remember everything she’d been taught about mate bites. Aaron heaved a huge sigh, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He nudged her backwards, watching as she fell across the bed, and Cooper moved behind her, arranging her so she lay in the center.
“Now you’re ours. You know there’s no undoing a mating,” Aaron whispered.
A deeply buried part of her panicked, but he’d moved between her legs, lifting them over his shoulders, and she pushed it deeper. His mouth hovered over her pussy, and he blew a hot breath over her. She moaned, rolling her head against the pillow and thrusting her hips up. She’d deal with the fall out later. Now she was dying to feel his mouth on her, his cock in her.
But he didn’t touch her and in seconds she found out why when Cooper tied a scarf around her head, covering her eyes and blinding her. Then he grabbed her wrists, wrapped something around them tightly, and pulled her arms high over her head. The bindings pulled taut, and she struggled against them, trying to lower her arms. Whimpering, she realized he’d secured her to the bedpost. Even though it was an old fantasy the loss of control was disconcerting, made her nervous. He shifted and she felt his chest against her side. His weight pressed over her and he whispered.
“Shh, sweetheart. Let us take care of you. Let us show you what it means to have two werewolf mates.”
His lips closed over her nipple, his teeth tugging at it. She groaned, trying to thrust up into his mouth, but they held her down too firmly. She couldn’t move, couldn’t urge them on with her body. They’d taken away her ability to participate, to encourage, and she started to relax as they only made her feel good.
Cooper’s fingers closed over her other nipple, pinching a little, twisting, and she felt her mind beginning to fragment. God, could she come from him playing with her breasts? Was that all it took?
She didn’t have time to wonder because Aaron went to work then, his tongue beginning a lazy exploration of her pussy. He spread the lips with his fingers and stroked the area around her hole with his tongue. Barely brushed over her clit. She choked back a sob. She needed. Was desperate to come. He moved one finger into her channel and she convulsed around it, but he kept the rhythm slow, measured. When he withdrew, tears of frustration leaked from the corners of her eyes.
The finger returned, this time exploring her butt. He teased the rim and she held her breath. It had been years since she’d had anal sex, and she wondered if one of them would want to try it. He withdrew and she heard a squirting sound, like something being expressed from a tube of liquid. She didn’t have to keep wondering. His finger returned to her ass, this time edging inside. Slowly, cautiously. As if he was afraid of her reaction. While he worked his way in, his tongue returned to explore her cunt, this time paying more attention to her clit. He suckled the hard nub and started a steady in-and-out rhythm in her ass. It only took a couple of strokes before she was coming, keening in the silent room.
It took a few minutes for the shudders to subside before her mind came back together. She realized several things at once. Her hands were free. Her ass felt fuller, stretched, and the rhythm that had brought on her orgasm had slowed but was still steady. She sighed. He’d added another finger, was working the muscles looser. One of them did intend to fuck her ass.
“Have you ever had anyone here?”
“Yes,” she whispered, and Cooper growled, nipping one of her nipples hard enough to make her yelp. So he didn’t like the fact none of her was virgin? There wasn’t much she could do about the past. Suddenly they both moved and the blindfold was gone. She squinted against the glare coming through the window.
Aaron lay down next to her, withdrawing his fingers from her ass and pulling her over to straddle him. He thrust his cock into her pussy and held her down, still. She could feel him pulse inside her, sighed, and closed her eyes. Perfect. She didn’t see Cooper move, but she felt him behind her. His hands roamed her back, pushing her down so she lay pressed against Aaron. He caressed her ass, squeezing her, and then she heard the squeaky tube again. Her heart lodged in her throat, and he leaned over to speak sof
tly in her ear.
“And what about both holes at once? Is that something we at least get to be first at?”
She groaned. Oh, God. One of her greatest fantasies.
“No,” she whispered. “Never.”
He growled. “Good.”
His fingers probed her ass, the wet slickness of the lube announcing his intention. Holding her breath, she concentrated on Aaron’s face. His jaw was clenched hard and she felt his determination to hold still. She gripped his shoulders when she felt Cooper’s cock enter her. He was careful to go slow, his progress gentle but insistent. He rocked in and out several times before he was all the way in, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
She wasn’t sure if it was pain or pleasure that threatened to escape in the cry. She felt almost too full, wondered if she could take the pressure without losing her mind. Then they began to move, working in tandem, one thrusting in while the other slid out. It was heaven and hell, exquisite torture, and in seconds she was screaming, unable to hold the pleasure/pain at bay. It was the strongest orgasm she’d ever had, and she knew they’d come with her, as soon as her overtaxed body had clamped around theirs. She shook as they both withdrew from her body, pulling her down to lie on the mattress between them.
Wrung out and replete, her body still humming, she stared at the ceiling and waited for her mind to come back together. She swore she still felt them in her, touching and caressing her. Their minds were wide open and she felt their satisfaction, their triumph. Oddly, she wasn’t wary of the possessiveness they didn’t bother to conceal, felt somehow free in loosing the dark, needy part of herself she’d long hidden away. It was like parts she’d always compartmentalized were coming together. But…
She sat up, gave each a careful, probing look. “You know the submission doesn’t extend out of bed right?”
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