by Becca Van
His little mate threw her head back and mewled with pleasure. The sounds she made wrapped around his heart. Never had he felt so connected to a woman before. Never had a female felt so right in his arms. He wanted to devour her inch by slow inch, but after watching Jarrod make love with her, he was barely keeping his rapacious hunger in check. His wolf was pacing back and forth, just waiting for the opportunity to claim his mate.
Slipping the hand from her ribs, he caressed his way down to her pussy. Sliding his fingers through her cream, he then began to massage her sensitive little clit. Her hips began to rock in time to his caresses, and fire erupted in his loins. He couldn’t wait another moment. Malcolm had to have her, and it had to be now.
“Brax, help her,” he demanded and cursed when he could hear some of his wolf in his deep, garbled voice. Braxton moved up behind Rochelle and lifted her up. Malcolm grasped his cock and held it away from his body as his brother lowered her back down. She was clutching Brax’s forearms, digging her nails into his skin as she began to sink over his cock.
Rochelle opened her eyes and stared at him as she slowly took him into her body. Her mouth was open as she panted, and her pupils were so dilated they nearly obliterated her blue irises.
When she moaned, Malcolm reached for her hips and helped to rock her into a slow, erotic rhythm, up and down his erection. He held her still when he was halfway inside her, giving her body time to adjust to his penetration. Braxton was still behind her but was just bracing her now while he whispered into her ear.
“You are so fucking sexy, darlin’. I can’t wait to make love with you. I can smell your pussy from here. I want to lick and suck on your pretty little cunt until I drink down all your juices.”
Rochelle whimpered and then lifted up slightly. When she pushed back down, she didn’t stop until her crotch met his pelvis. She had taken everything he had to give.
“Fuck! God, sweetness, you feel so fucking good. You’re so hot and wet. I’m not gonna last long. Brax, help her over.”
Malcolm gripped her hips and began to lift her up and down his hard cock. Braxton had an arm wrapped around her waist from behind and moved his free hand down to the top of her slit. Malcolm’s balls were an aching mass of roiling cum and were slowly drawing up closer to his body. Planting his feet on the mattress for leverage, he thrust up hard and fast while continuing to control her movements. Rochelle’s internal walls got tighter and tighter each time his cock slid into her pussy. She cried out as her sheath rippled around him, and then she screamed. Her cunt clamped down on his cock and continued to contract around him with orgasm.
Malcolm released one of her hips, pushed Brax away, and then wrapped his arms around Rochelle, pulling her down on top of him. He licked her shoulder and bit into her flesh, marking her as his. He howled against her skin as cum shot out of his dick, deep into his mate’s body.
Malcolm held her tenderly as he licked his mating mark. Her body was lax over his, and she sighed as she snuggled into him. Running his hands up and down her back, he soothed her down from her climactic high.
He felt an invisible rope linking her to him and him to her. His days of feeling lonely were over. This deep connection to another person went beyond anything he could have imagined. Rochelle was the love of his life, the keeper of his heart and soul, and she didn’t even know it.
Chapter Eleven
Rochelle’s whole body felt like a mass of cooked spaghetti noodles. She didn’t think she would ever be able to move again. It wasn’t just physical pleasure that had knocked her flat but the sense of emotional connection she felt. The lovemaking she had shared with Jarrod and Malcolm had been out of this world, but when they had bitten her to claim her, she had felt as if she belonged for the first time in her life. She would never have believed that those special moments would feel so poignant and profound.
Her body was deliciously sated and her heart was so full. The urge to scream those three words as the two men claimed her had been so strong, she’d had to bite her tongue to stop them from slipping out. Maybe this was what she had been looking for all along, a place to belong, a place to call home.
Malcolm wrapped his arms around her waist and turned them both onto their sides. He kissed her lips and stroked a finger down her cheek as he gently withdrew from her body. When he moved away, she felt almost cold and bereft. She wanted to be surrounded in the heat of the three Friess brothers, and that scared her a little. Never had she wanted or needed to be near other people. The mattress dipped behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see Brax looking at her hungrily.
“Do you feel okay, darlin’?” Brax rubbed a hand up and down her back with a look of concern on his face.
“Yes, I feel good.” Rochelle rolled to her back and reached out a hand. He took it in his and kissed the back of it.
“Do you want a shower?”
She looked to Malcolm. He kissed her on the shoulder and smiled. “Go have a shower with Brax if you want to, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
Brax released her hand, leaned forward, and scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her cheek against his shoulder. For once, she was glad she didn’t have to walk. She didn’t think her legs would support her.
He carried her into the bathroom off her room and let her feet down to the floor, keeping an arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady. Opening the shower door, he turned the water on, checked the temperature, and guided her into the large cubicle. Rochelle sighed with pleasure as the warm water ran down over her body. Warmth seeped into her lax muscles, awakening them enough so she could once more move without feeling like she was half-asleep.
“Come here, darlin’, and I’ll wash your hair.”
He guided her under one of the many showerheads, and she wet her hair thoroughly. He pulled her out of the spray and massaged shampoo into her hair. The only time she’d had anyone else wash her hair was when she was a child and on the occasional visit to the hairdresser. But she loved having her hair washed and her scalp massaged. When he was done, he rinsed her hair and then picked up her bodywash. He sniffed the open bottle and smiled down at her.
“I always wondered how you smell like raspberries all the time. Now I know, and if you’ll tell me where you get this stuff, I’ll buy you a whole box full.”
“I get it from the supermarket,” she replied. They stood so close and Brax was so tall that she had to tilt her head back nearly all the way to look up at him. It hurt her neck if she stayed in that awkward position too long, so she lowered her head again.
He must have seen her dilemma, because he wrapped an arm around her waist and carried her a couple of steps to the built-in bench at the end of the cubicle.
“Stand up, darlin’, and let me wash you.”
Brax held her steady as she gained her feet. Once she had her balance, he stepped back and poured some bodywash into the cup of his hand.
“I can wash myself, you know,” she said breathlessly while watching him work the soap into a lather.
“I know, but I like taking care of you.”
Braxton began to run his soapy hands over her body. By the time he had finished, he had left no place on her untouched and her libido had turned from a low simmer to a raging inferno. He helped her down from her perch and guided her back under the spray
Once she was rinsed and dried off, he insisted on carrying her back into the bedroom. Jarrod and Malcolm were reclining on the bed, but she could see they had both used the other shower from Malcolm’s still-damp hair and the few drops of moisture clinging to Jarrod’s shoulders. They both moved higher up on the bed when Brax lowered her feet to the mattress.
“Are you still sure about this, darlin’? I don’t want you to feel you have to make love with me. I can wait for another night, if you’re too sore.”
Her heart ached with emotion. Braxton reminded her so much of a gentle giant, and she knew he had meant every word he had spoken. She could see the
sincerity in his eyes.
She reached out and placed her hands on his cheeks, then stared deeply into his eyes.
“I want nothing more than for you to make love with me, Brax.”
He bent forward then and kissed her. He started off lightly, letting her get used to his touch. When she parted her lips on a breath, he slid his tongue into her mouth. She followed his lead when he deepened the kiss and tangled her tongue with his. He tasted different from his brothers, but his flavor was just as exciting and intoxicating. Rochelle moaned into his mouth, wanting the kiss to go on forever.
Reluctantly she withdrew her mouth to take gasping breaths of air. Braxton helped her to lie down on the bed, and Jarrod cupped her neck then placed a pillow under her head. She ended up with her ass on the edge of the mattress, her feet and legs off the end. Brax knelt down at her feet and rubbed his hands up and down her thighs. His intense, heated gaze connected with hers once more.
“Darlin’, I want to taste your sweet little pussy. Just lie back and relax.”
“Oh,” was all she could manage to get out before he swooped down and devoured her. He ate her pussy like he was starving and would never get enough of her. How he thought she could relax when he was doing such exquisitely carnal, pleasurable things to her body was beyond her.
Arching up into his mouth, she mewled and sobbed as he laved the tip of his tongue over her sensitive clit. Then he slid that muscle down between her slick folds and thrust it into her pussy. Copious amounts of cream leaked out of her vagina with each stab of his tongue. When he brought his fingers into play, she thought she would die from too much pleasure.
The bed dipped on either side of her, but she was too caught up in the bliss being bestowed on her to take much notice. And then she was surrounded by masculine heat and hard bodies. Jarrod and Malcolm began to suck, lick, and pinch her nipples just as Braxton pushed two fingers inside her dripping pussy. It was too much, and yet she knew she would never be able to get enough of them. She threw her head back and screamed as waves of climactic rapture washed over her. The walls of her pussy spasmed with contractions until finally the last pulse faded away.
Opening eyes she hadn’t even realized had been closed, she watched as Braxton rose to his feet. Instead of sliding her up the mattress as she expected, he sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and picked her up. He brought her over his lap, her legs straddling his hips as she faced him.
“Take me inside you, darlin’. I have to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”
“Oh God,” Rochelle moaned. He held his penis steady for her, and she slowly lowered her body down.
They both groaned as her pussy enveloped his hard, hot flesh, and even though she wanted to slam down on him until he was all the way inside, she was feeling a little tender and took things easy. She clutched at his shoulders as she rocked up and down his hard shaft, letting her wet sheath adjust and moisten the way for his penetration.
When she was finally sitting on his lap, his penis embedded deeply inside her cunt, she held still for a moment, just savoring the sensation of having his cock inside her. He flexed inside her, and she mewled with delight and began to move up and down on his rod. It felt so good that she increased the pace until the sound of her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs resonated throughout the room.
Braxton helped guide her rocking motion by holding on to her hips, and then Jarrod and Malcolm moved to sit on either side of them. Each of them reached over and began to pinch her hard nipples once more. Zings of sensation raced down her body and pooled into her pussy, making her muscles clench and release, which only seemed to enhance the friction of Brax’s cock shuttling in and out of her pussy.
Her womb began to feel warm and heavy, and her pussy began to ripple around his dick. Molten, liquid heat ran through her body, from her womb over her clit and pussy, and radiated out to her limbs. She curled her toes as tingles coursed up and down her legs, and then, suddenly, she was on the precipice.
Crying out as the pleasure became almost unbearable, she tilted her head to the side when Braxton licked her shoulder. She knew what was coming and sobbed as she got closer and closer to the peak. And then she was there, hovering on that cliff, waiting for the explosion that would send her hurtling off the edge.
White-hot erotic pain bit into the flesh of her shoulder, right next to where Malcolm had marked her. That pleasure-pain sent her screaming. Her pussy clamped and released around the cock buried in her vagina as she flew up and over the cliff into nirvana.
She was only vaguely aware of Brax’s shout of completion, and then she slumped down against him, her body still racked with the occasional spasming aftershock. The same connection she had felt with Jarrod and Malcolm snapped into place, like invisible bands which led from her out to each of her men. Her heart was full of love, hope, and joy, which threatened to spill out of her mouth without her permission. But she held back, not quite ready to admit her love to them. She would bide her time, and when she felt it was right she would tell each of her men that she loved them. For now she was just content to snuggle with Braxton.
His gentle hands were running up and down her back, and he kissed her head. She opened her eyes when she heard movement and saw Malcolm heading toward the bathroom. Moments later, water was running into the large tub.
Her men took care of her. They carried her to the bathroom, washed and dried her again, and then she was in bed with three big bodies surrounding her. She counted her blessings. She had never thought to have one man care for her, let alone three.
She was content and happy for the first time in her life and just prayed to God that nothing and no one would jeopardize their relationship. As far as she was concerned she was now theirs and they were hers. God help anyone who got in between them.
Chapter Twelve
“Jarrod, how was work?” Jonah asked.
Jarrod stood in the doorway to the Alphas’ office, still wearing his uniform. He’d come straight up here when he reached the pack house.
“Quiet, for a change, but we may have a problem.”
Jonah swept a hand out to indicate Jarrod should sit down. After getting comfortable, he looked up to see both Mikhail and Brock entering the room.
“Explain,” Jonah demanded.
“You remember that guy Harold James who showed up in town a few weeks ago?”
“The wolf looking for work,” Mikhail filled in.
“He says that, but I don’t see him working anywhere. I’ve had some of the Omegas looking out for him, but he doesn’t seem to have gained employment. There are plenty of construction jobs around town that he could sign up with,” Jarrod said. “One of the local ranchers saw James walking around down by his fence earlier today. The rancher went to shoo him off and spoke to him for a moment. It was definitely James. A couple of hours later, the man found dead sheep down where James had been. Eviscerated.”
“He didn’t see James shift, did he?” Jonah asked.
“No, but he suspects James anyway. I don’t think James is being careful that humans don’t see him shift, either. Something’s wrong with that wolf.” Jarrod paused. “I don’t have enough evidence to arrest him for destruction of property, but my instincts tell me he’s bad news.”
“You can’t arrest him under human laws, but Pack Law is another story.” Jonah nodded. “Your instincts are usually correct, Jarrod. When you see James again, you may tell him I have denied his request to stay in our town. Do you want me to send more reinforcements with you?”
“No. I can handle the bastard.” Jarrod felt relieved. He wanted this lone wolf away from his pack and his mate. His mate in particular.
“Okay, I’ll leave him to you and your brothers then.”
Jonah sat back in his chair. “How is your mate settling in? She hasn’t done herself any harm in the last couple of weeks.”
Jarrod gave a bark of laughter when Jonah smiled. “Rochelle seems to have slowed down some since she’s been here. She’s not rushing
around anymore and she’s fitting in quite well.”
“Your mate has a warped sense of humor,” Brock said with a grin. “She fits in with the other women just fine.”
“Are you going to marry her?” Mikhail questioned.
“We’re already mated. Why would I need a puny piece of paper to tell me we belong together? You and I both know that when we claim a mate, it’s more binding than the human wedding ceremony.”
“Yes it is. And we know that, but our women are human. With the exception of Keira, of course. Marriage is important to human society, so don’t discount how she would feel about a wedding.”
“Hmm, you have a point. I’ll have to discuss it with Malcolm and Brax.” Jarrod rose to his feet and walked toward the door.
“If you need help with anything, Jarrod, all you have to do is ask.”
“Thanks, Alpha.”
“Wait up, Jarrod,” Brock called, and he halted in the hallway. “Are you going for a run? I thought I’d join you.”
“Let’s head on out then. I want to be back in half an hour. Dinner should be ready by then, and I’m starving.”
“Did you ever ask Rochelle why she has an aversion to eating meat?” Brock led the way out back and began to strip his clothes off near the line of trees in the back garden.
“Umm, no.”
“What are you going to do when she gets pregnant? You and I both know she is going to crave rare meat for the pup.”
“I have no fucking clue,” Jarrod mumbled and frowned as he, too, removed his clothes. He didn’t even know how Rochelle felt about children. Everything happened so fast.
“If I were you, I’d inform her before it happens. She’s such a feisty little thing, and if she doesn’t give in to the cravings, she could get sick. The baby will just take all the nutrients it needs from the mother, but if she doesn’t replenish her body, well, you get my drift.”
“Shit, why does she have to be so complicated? You didn’t have any trouble with your mate.”
