by Dawn Forrest
“Da,” a deep voice growled sharply.
“Huh?” Katherine was taken aback by the abrupt male response. She certainly wasn’t expecting the noises in the background. It sounded as if someone, a woman, was in pain, and another person, probably male judging by the deep grunts and groans, was straining to lift a heavy object. Where the heck was her daughter?
The voice at the end of the phone really did growl. “Who is this?”
“I want to speak to Joanna,” she demanded.
There was a loud shriek and another loud grunt. What the fuck is going on?
“Who is this?” he asked again, sounding very irritated. “How you get this number?”
She heard muffled voices and a deep, sinister-sounding chuckle. A very distinctive voice that sounded a lot like Jo’s wailed, “God, not yet, wait. No more. I can’t take another one. Oh, oh, ohhhh.”
“Listen you prick, if you hurt my daughter I swear to the Almighty I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you as a paste. Now let me speak to Joanna.” She snarled the words with as much venom as possible.
“Oh I’m—I’m…” she heard Joanna shriek. What are the sadistic bastards doing to her?
“Joanna’s mother?” The tone of voice changed to one of awkward surprise.
“Yes.”
“Er, please be waiting, she is just, er…just…coming.” He now sounded flustered.
Katherine heard rustling and muffled words. “Fuck, be quiet. Yuri, stop it, and be leaving her pussy alone. It is your mother, Joanna.”
“W–what? My mother! Give me the phone, Vlad.”
Stunned, Katherine waited while she heard more rustling and curses.
“Mom?” the tentative, breathless voice of her daughter asked.
“That would be me. I take it you aren’t actually being tortured as I first thought?”
“Er…no…not in the way you may think.”
She sighed wearily but with some relief. “What’s going on? Landscape only, spare me the details please.”
Katherine reached the cabin an hour later, feeling a plethora of emotions, so many she couldn’t begin to describe, but elated, hopeful, nervous, and cautious were all definitely in there. She was astonished yet overjoyed that her daughter had found not one but two strong true-mates to protect her, and they seemed to be getting on well. There was some sorrow at the thought of Jo leaving for Siberia. She was, of course, concerned for her daughter and what would happen on the full moon tomorrow night. She wished she could be there to help prepare Jo for the bonding. They had decided that Katherine must remain where she was until after the full moon. Her options then would depend on the Were Council and Will Hawke’s intentions toward her. Could and would they protect her, or at least help her to find a safe place where she would be left alone? Jo would have a better idea after the meeting tomorrow.
After the initial high of finally hearing some good news, she now suddenly felt exhausted. The stress of the last two days, the concerns of the last twenty-four years, caught up like a delayed-baggage train, and she knew she was going to crash. With monumental effort she forced herself to move and put a guard in front of the fire, snuff out the candles, and carry one lantern to the main bedroom. With bone-deep weariness, she managed to struggle out of her jeans and take her bra off without removing her T-shirt before she fell into the big, comfortable bed. It was bliss to snuggle under the duck-down duvet and close her eyes knowing that Jo was safe.
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The phone call from her mother cooled her ardor for a few minutes, but at least she had been able to ease her mom’s concerns for her welfare, and she felt better now that she knew her mom was still safe. Yuri and Vlad looked supremely happy when she had excitedly told her mom about meeting her mates. They had insisted on formally introducing themselves and offered their protection and support, which meant a lot to her.
They had an important day ahead of them tomorrow. They were expected to attend the Council meeting first thing in the morning to get an agreement on Katherine’s freedom and protection and to confront Ashok Khan. Once the sun had set and the moon came into full ascendance, they had an even-more-important night to look forward to. It would have been wise to get some sleep, but Jo still felt sexy and needy for her mates, unfeasible as it was after the sex and numerous incredible orgasms they had shared in what was only a short time.
She was pleasantly surprised when Vlad expressed some concern for her well-being.
“Are you very much sore or tired, my mate? Your body is not being accustomed to this much sex, and you have difficult time in last few days.”
His thoughtfulness touched her because it was clear that he wanted to continue. She could feel and see his arousal.
“I feel great, Vlad, honestly I do. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you both.”
“You will be getting enough, more than enough, we will be making sure of it,” Yuri asserted.
She laughed. “You know what I mean. This thing between us is intense. I want you just as much as you seem to want me, I’m a werewolf, too, you know.”
Yuri kissed her neck and stroked her hair. She swore that she found herself darn well purring with pleasure.
“I am knowing, and I thank the moon for it.” He growled in that way of his that charged her desire. Looking at her with a serious expression, he continued, “But it means that we must be making preparation for tomorrow meeting with Were Council. Already your scent is changing as you absorb the pheromones in our cum, but you are still being very attractive to unmated males.” He squeezed her buttocks in his hand and massaged them, pulling the taut, firm cheeks apart and skimming over her anus with a finger. “It will be much more better for you to smell strongly of us. It is being necessary for maximum absorption that we fill you here.”
Oh my God, he can’t possibly mean…but his next words confirmed it.
“Mmm, you have firm, tight bottom. A treat for us.”
Regardless of her raging hormones, anxious trepidation shot through her, and she tensed a little, swallowing hard.
“So let me get this straight. You’re saying that it’ll be better for me if I smell more like you, and the fastest way to do that is for you to…to…ejaculate in my bottom?” God, that sounded uptight.
“Da, relax. Fucking of ass is being common amongst our kind.”
It is? Well, this was something that her mom had not-surprisingly neglected to mention.
“We will be making you scream,” Vlad said with a smoldering look transmitting his lust. His excitement was palpable. He clearly wanted this and not just for the reason stated.
“Scream?” she almost yelped. That didn’t sound so great.
“With very big pleasure,” he quickly added.
“Are you sure it’s really necessary?” She could see the logic, but it didn’t quell her nerves. Just a few hours ago she’d been a virgin for goodness’s sake, yet now she was fucking two males and about to take it up the butt!
“It is being the fastest way to keep you safe. If you are smelling strongly of us the others will not be too tempted to try to take you,” Yuri explained.
My God, if a guy had spun me this line last week I’d have laughed and given him points for originality and sheer gall.
“Tonight, we will be filling you so full of our cum that tomorrow morning you will reek of us, and there will be no mistaking who your mates are. You will be sucking my cock and swallowing my seed while Vlad is filling up that lovely bottom. Then we will rest a few minutes, swap positions, and do again. Later, when we are waking in morning, we will be coming on your body and rubbing it into your skin. You will not wash.” He looked pleased with the planned strategy, like a general plotting for a battle he is sure to win. “Do not be worrying, my mate, as with all things from now on, we are to be taking care of you. Let us get some rest first.”
Don’t worry? Yuri was talking about marking her in the most primal way, and all the others here would know it. Damn and blast the man for being so
bossy and making arrogant assumptions and statements again. It should have infuriated her, and the desire to challenge him was fierce, but she knew in her heart that he was probably right, and that, shockingly, she wanted to try it.
She decided that she’d better at least attempt to get some rest and snuggled up between her two men on the large bed. She would just have to show them that she didn’t need to be coddled and protected the whole time. Then she thought about what was going to happen, and with a gulp born of apprehension, she revised her stance. Maybe a bit of gentle handling would be in order—that and a very generous amount of lubrication.
Chapter 12
Jo moaned and spread her legs to accommodate the head between her thighs and the face pushing up against her pussy. Slowly she floated into consciousness, dimly aware of the dual sensations of having her nipples and clit sucked at the same time. Bliss.
She fluttered open her eyes and realized that it was much later in the night. It was dark except for a soft golden glow from the fire in the hearth and pale silver moonlight streaming through the window and bathing the bed. Oh, the pull on her skin, the pressure to turn and to shift was building slowly in her cells along with the unrelenting need to bond with her mates.
She squirmed and mewled as the tonguing between her legs became more vigorous and the pull on her nipples harder. Oh God, it was so good.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes.” Yuri chuckled around a nipple.
Vlad made a noise of appreciation and continued to torment her clit. She growled and raised her hips, urging him on. In response she swore that his tongue grew, and the thick, wet, flexible flesh pushed deep into her tight cunt, sliding repeatedly over a sensitive spot, causing her to moan loudly. Christ, was she glad he was a werewolf. His nose rubbed against her clit as if giving her a traditional Maori greeting on an untraditional part of her anatomy. She cried out as she came and clenched around his warm tongue. Her sheath rapidly relaxed and tightened, over and over again. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, and she attempted to pull away from the exquisite torture of his tongue. Yuri held down her now-thrashing arms, preventing her from pulling at Vlad’s hair. Oh God, they had to stop, it was too much. Vlad growled and held her legs and hips as he eased his slippery, serpent-long tongue out of her channel and took a languorous lick along the seam to her throbbing clit. She would have jerked off the bed if she hadn’t been pinned down.
“That’s my cream, and I want it all.” He groaned as he swiped his tongue over her again and again.
“Stop, stop. Fuck me, please.” Her voice took on a desperate, pleading quality.
“Da, but not here,” Vlad said, giving her cunt one last French kiss, his eyes burning with lust.
They relaxed their hold and flipped her over onto her belly with ease. Vlad’s strong arms pulled her hips back and positioned her ass up high at the edge of the bed where he now stood. She couldn’t help but rotate her hips and spread her legs more. His big hands massaged her taut buttocks, squeezing and pushing them apart.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
She felt his cock rubbing up and down her wet slit before he plunged deep into her pussy. As he moved she could hear how wet she was. She looked back over her shoulder to watch them. Silently, Yuri passed a bottle of lubricant to Vlad and took over holding her buttocks apart while Vlad squirted some of the cold gel in the crack of her ass. Lord above, she felt exposed and vulnerable but knew that she was in capable hands. He carefully stroked a thick finger over her puckered skin a few times before pushing it inside. Ooo, that feels different. They were murmuring in Russian to each other as Yuri avidly watched his brother pump his finger in and out of her tight rosette, matching the rhythm of the cock in her channel. She turned her face away, relaxed her shoulders, dropped her head, and enjoyed the sensations.
Vlad’s free hand began to stroke her back, and he softly cooed unintelligible words to her. His finger left her, and his cock slid from her slickness and stroked up to her anus. He tapped the head against her tightly closed back door as if knocking to seek permission to enter.
“Are you ready for me, Lapushka?”
She moaned her assent and arched her back. He slowly pushed his way into her.
“Ooo.” She panted. “Ahh.”
It wasn’t exactly painfully as he carefully pressed past the tight ring of muscle, but it was intense. It burned a little but in a decadently delicious way, and his cock warmed her inside. Yuri pulled on her firm buttocks to expose her more to their viewing.
“Fuck, your cock is opening her bottom. By look on your face I do not think you will be long to release,” he murmured as he massaged her butt.
She felt stretched and full as Vlad slowly pumped in small increments deeper into her ass. She heard his groan of pleasure and felt him tremble as he came to rest, with his soft balls squashed against her pussy. He was bottomed out, balls-deep in her, and she loved it. The appeal of anal sex was no longer a mystery. Imagine doing this while someone fingers your pussy and touches your clit? In-fucking-credible.
As if he’d read her thoughts, Vlad reached under her and began to rub and tease her swollen bud. In seconds she came hard and couldn’t stop clamping down on his big dick. He growled loudly.
“My God, so tight, like cock ring.”
He began to move, and she continued to come. He hadn’t let up pulling on her super-sensitive bud, and now her thighs began to tremble and shake. She was almost vibrating around Vlad. She felt her fingernails itch as they grew longer, her gums throbbed, and her mouth ached and seemed to get bigger.
“Fuck me. This is best ever.” Vlad spoke in a strained voice, as if through gritted teeth.
“I cannot wait to feel her hot, wet mouth.” Yuri almost snarled the words. He let go of her buttocks and scrambled to kneel in front of her. She looked up at his face and saw utter lust and need. In seconds his cock slapped on her cheek, brushed against her lips, then was pushed into her mouth. Totally abandoning herself to the instinct to please her mate, she swallowed all of his considerable length and girth, right up to his big balls. The small physical changes that her aroused state had triggered enabled her to deep throat him easily. She groaned and hummed around his cock as her thicker, longer tongue laved and caressed his balls.
“Oh, God. Never before like this.” Yuri ground out with obvious difficulty. “How is she doing this?”
“Werewolf, partial change,” answered Vlad, panting as he bucked into her backside, picking up the pace.
“God, radost moya, Joanna.” With his cock deep in her mouth, Yuri held her face between his big hands and looked at her as if she was the best gift he’d ever received. Then he lost his expression to raw lust. “Keep looking at me,” he ordered in a steely tone that somehow managed to arouse her farther.
She riveted her gaze to his as he proceeded to fuck himself down her throat with abandon, his big balls swinging under her chin. The room was filled with the sounds of grunts, humming, slurping, and slapping flesh. The scent of sex was thick in the air. They spiraled in a vortex of hedonistic pleasure until, as one, they climaxed. Yuri pulsed a stream of thick cum down her throat that she fought hard to swallow. She had to gasp for breath through her own orgasm. Vlad grunted and yelled out as he jerked and filled her up. They collapsed in a pile of boneless limbs on the bed.
* * * *
Yuri petted and cuddled his mate while his brother went to clean up thoroughly in the bathroom. He was having difficulty believing his good fortune. Joanna wasn’t like other mates, he thought smugly. She is better. Although he knew that other mated males would not think so, he knew the truth of it. The things she could do with her wicked mouth, regardless of the fact that she had next to no experience… Perfect for us. She did have an independent streak, though, and he suspected that it wouldn’t all be domestic bliss. Still, if he were truthful to himself, he liked the challenge, and he certainly loved her tongue.
“I should have a shower,” Joanna mumbled into
his chest.
“Nyet, not before meeting tomorrow.”
“But I’m going to stink of sex,” she whined.
“Da.”
“Oh God, how embarrassing. What will they think?”
He pulled away, cocked his head, and raised his eyebrows, giving her his best disbelieving expression.
“What?” she asked, looking puzzled.
“Lapushka, there is not to be one unmated male who is not being very jealous of the Volkovs, but they will know that you very much belong to us.”
She looked as if she were about to protest but then decided against it. Because it is true and she knows it. These strange new feelings of satisfaction, possession and protectiveness combined with something much bigger and all encompassing. He wasn’t a fool. He knew of love, he just hadn’t been in it before. Pah! He mentally shook himself. The concept of love was irrelevant for true-mates. She was his, he was hers, and that’s all there was to it.
Instead she asked, “What does Lapushka mean?”
“Is Russian term of endearment, means Little Paw.”
“And rodost moya?”
“It means my joy,” answered Vlad.
He had returned with a washcloth and gave Joanna a quick clean up. Yuri smiled as he walked to the bathroom, hearing her half-hearted grumbles and protests. He hadn’t missed the happy gleam in her eye in response to his words, and it pleased him. Pah! I’m turning soft. When he returned she was snuggled up to Vlad, their legs and arms entwined. He was looking down at his own image. We look good together. He smiled at them both as he joined them on the bed.
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