Twice Mated

by Penelope Wylde

  With a smooth flick of her finger, she gathered the pre-cum wetting the tip of Grayson’s cock and smeared the hot liquid down the thick ridge in a slow, deliberate stroke. Hand pressed into the meaty girth, she guided his length between her folds and stroked from tip to base rocking her hips enough to make them both growl.

  Grayson’s shaft swelled beneath her touch. Ragged breaths rattled against her back and his fingers flexed into the flesh of her hips. She repeated her torture, this time letting the head of his shaft nudge against her sensitized clit. Her own breaths came harder, but her eyes never left Zane’s.

  He leaned in and captured her lips with his as she dipped and teased Grayson, his hard, thick cock pressed between her swollen folds.

  Before pulling back he gathered her lower lip between his teeth and gave a nip, sucking the plump flesh into his hot mouth. “Dirty witch. You like teasing us, don’t you?”

  Her heartbeat ramped up as his gaze gleamed with lust.

  He slipped his thumb over her clit and pressed making her cry out.

  She was desperate for release, burned from the inside out to feel the burst of pleasure hit her with the force of what they built inside of her. But she also wanted them taking her, stretching her to the max and making her burn in whole new ways because tonight would be the first time they took her as their mate.

  Fully pleasured. Fully fucked and utterly claimed.

  Zane tightened his hold on her other thigh. No hiding that he was just as affected as she was. “The closer we get to fully claiming you, the hungrier we become.” Zane swirled his thumb over her tight nub and the motion served as lighter fluid to the already blazing fire.

  She shuddered. They touched and teased her with gentle touches all night. Her breath caught and slick juices spilled from her swollen folds to soak Grayson’s cock and Zane’s fingers.

  “So close. Please don’t stop,” she begged, rocking her hips.

  His gaze fell to her spread legs. “So wet and ready to fuck. Come for us, beautiful.”

  Grayson pressed his fingers into the tender flesh of her breasts and twirled her nipples, giving the hardened buds a tug.

  Between her thighs, Grayson’s steel length glistened with her juices. The total eroticism of her spread wide and them making her senses go wild had her walls clench and an eruption shattered from within.

  Every cell in her body detonated.

  Her inner walls clenched and her clit swelled with each stoke Zane administered. Heat flushed over her and the ever-present glow of her skin hummed with renewed energy. Her toes curled into the soft cushions and her back arched. With a strong hold Grayson kept her safe as she lost herself in the wondrous pleasure that consumed her.

  Frayed nerves, unbearable pleasure, electrical. Wave after wave of intense spasms rocked her core. Zane gave a final flick and she fell against Grayson, out of breath.

  Pulling her head around with a hand in her hair, Grayson consumed her ragged signs of completion.

  “Grayson,” she moaned unsure of how to form the words to express the thoughts running through her head.

  they completed her and they still hadn’t mated her. Zane was right. Some magic, the one that united souls, there were no rules for that kind of spellwork. No one controlled love. Just how it should be.

  “Oh baby, that was just the beginning. So beautiful and flushed,” he whispered along the shell of her ear. “Put your hands on his shoulders and raise up just a little for me, baby.” Grayson guided her with both hands on her hips and shifted his legs, which parted her thighs farther and put her on full display. Cool air unfurled through the room, fanned along her exposed skin and coaxed a sigh from her throat.

  Under the influence of their lust, Harlow let her eyes close. A shiver ran through her and it had nothing to do with being cold. Flushed, burning and in need is what had her quaking her in their arms, sandwiched between her two men.

  Biting her lip, she turned her head. “Don’t let that be all.”

  “No, baby girl, we’re nowhere near close to being done with you. watch him take you. Watch as his cock slips between your folds, claiming his mate.” Zane’s lusty growl anchored her. He slipped his thumbs between her thighs and parted her aching entrance. Watching Grayson as the tip of his shaft teased more liquid from her core was beyond anything she’d ever felt before. Watching and feeling... goddesses, the combination fueled her libido and sent her rocketing dangerously close to her second orgasm of the night.

  She could barely breathe.

  She rocked her hips and earned a growl from Grayson. “Fuck, Harlow, hold still, baby. Take it easy. You’re so damn hot.” It was true. She did feel hotter than normal. She’d grown used to the glow but with every second that passed in the company of her wolves, it grew in intensity. A multitude of colors swirled just beneath her skin. Golds overlapped with blues and reds until no end or beginning could be found.

  Three magics, three paths?

  “So fucking hot,” Grayson grunted and let his head fall back against the sofa, sweat already forming along his forehead.

  A whimper fell from her lips.

  Zane’s expression darkened. “They can’t have you.”

  “Not before you do?” she soothed.

  “You’re witch and now shifter.” Grayson clenched the round curves of her ass, opening her ass cheeks. She reached between them and dragged his slick cock over her velvety entrance and nudged it against her rear. Strangled moans tore from her as he pushed in, sinking into her ass inch by delicious inch. Beneath her his muscles tensed and rippled. Kneeling in front of her Zane bent forward and lashed his tongue over her aching clit before curling his tongue around the throbbing bud and sucking it between his lips.

  Grayson lowered her onto his cock, pushing past the ring of muscles inside her forbidden entrance and sinking in until he fully claimed her.

  In front of her, Zane had his cock in hand, the blunt head flaring open her pink, flushed folds.

  Holding her open for his friend, Grayson growled, “Watch, baby. See how his cock stretches you and fills you.”

  the heat of her muscles taking the delicious torture began the second Zane sank his shaft into her tight core. The heat became a flame and her heart stopped for the briefest of moments when the wide crest entered her. She clenched causing both men to groan and grunt. No matter what her brain said about how loving two wolves would only lead to problems, her heart and body said this was perfect. They were perfect. All she could do was fall into hypnotic pleasure they released inside her. Both men were fully seated and the erotic feel of being taken like this made her clit throb with anticipation.

  “You’re ours.”

  “Yours,” she agreed. “But what if I’m part dragon now?”

  Fear trickled into her mind. “Then we’ll love you even more if that were possible. But your magic is yours to decide, not theirs.”

  True, she didn’t understand what was happening with the magic but it felt right to have her men there to make sure she would be okay. A magnetic pull skimmed along her heart, stomach and core as Grayson started moving inside her.

  She tightened around them, milking their lengths.

  With his hands curved around her ass, Grayson lifted and Zane pressed deeper.

  Her hands braced on Zane’s shoulders, she matched their rhythmically slow strokes fascinated by the erotic slap of skin against skin.

  “So beautiful.”

  She whimpered in anticipation. Adrenaline rekindled excitement for the new adventure before them and bliss blanketed over her. Zane craned his head to the side to give her access to his neck. He knew her so well. Fingers buried in her hair, he moaned as she nibbled her away along his neck until she held the lobe of his ear between her teeth. With a little more force than she intended, Harlow bit into the flesh when Grayson thrust home amplifying her need for release. She pressed down, meeting both their thrusts and she received deep growls in response.

  “I feel you, baby.”

  Grayson
pulled out to stroke back into her with a hard thrust that pushed her closer to the edge. Heat flushed along her skin and she barely managed to hold herself up. “I’ve got you, let go, come for us. Give us those sweet juices.”

  Zane gathered her face in the palms of his hands and leaned in close taking her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss of heat and desire beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

  Dizzy from all the sensations, she pressed to her knees. Grayson quickened his sweet torture and Harlow braced her hands on Zane’s wrists. A cry tore from her throat. Tension gathered, sensations scaled the length of her spine and buried deep until she didn’t know where Grayson began and she ended.

  Firm hands gathered her around the waist and pulled her back. Steel arms anchored her steady. Never breaking rhythm, Grayson ran the tip of his nose along her neck as Zane rocked against her, fucking her pussy with fast thrusts.

  She fisted her hands and arched. Zane slipped a hand between them and stroked the pad of his thumb over her clit. With the slightest pressure, her world dissolved to only that moment.

  Fingers buried in Zane’s hair, she cried out, “I’m coming.”

  Both men leaned over her. Teeth broke skin. Darkness swelled around her and a hurricane of torrid heat consumed her until she could barely breathe. Through it all, she still felt the hot pulses of semen coat her insides. Then she was moving and the darkness fell away until all she saw was Zane’s sweet face. His eyes steady on hers. She combed through the syllables of his words until she could make sense of what he was saying. “Brace yourself against us, baby girl. Feel us.” His voice was strangled, rough. Beneath her Grayson pump his still hard cock in her rear entrance pushing her climax to a whole new level.

  Her head fell back and she cried out from the burst of power racing through her body.

  As if the goddesses gave their blessing, heavy clouds shielding the earth from the moon scattered to reveal silvery swaths of light.

  Drenched in moonlight from the open balcony, the cottony light played over her men. Grayson gathered her hair in his fist and angled her head. Lips parted, head turned, she raised her gaze to his in anticipation.

  “You’re mine, now and forever.” His lips crashed into hers as Zane caught her hands. Though she could fill his release coating her swollen folds and her thighs, his cock was still hard inside her. He pulled out and slammed home, mixing their releases.

  She shuddered under the assault to all her senses.

  Magic spiraled to life around them. Threads wove between their bodies, tying their fates together. Lavender, indigo, and fuchsia. So beautiful yet so fragile. She’d lost it once. What if she lost it again? She flicked away the idea. Nothing would break her now. Or ever. Not with her men at her side.

  A familiar tension grew in her womb. Grayson pressed reached between her legs. Stroking, teasing, torturing he worked her into a state of frenzy and she surrendered to the consuming ache between her thighs that she had no idea how to handle on her own. Had no desire to handle, when all her wants and needs in bed were for them to care for now. And she wanted—no, needed them.

  Grayson rocked into her working her from behind while Zane thrusted into her tight, slick, greedy channel. Each push creating a sharp pang of need to reach her end them there to catch.

  “Fuck, Zane, she’s so fucking tight. She’s milking me again.”

  Fire and moonlight mixed, catching the gleam of sweat on their chiseled bodies.

  Blood rushed through her veins and heightened every nerve ending inside her.

  She rolled her hips against them. “More,” she begged, nails biting into rippling muscle. Zane groaned and drove home, causing a surge of sensations to flood her channel. Her muscles clenched. “Harlow, come for us. Come now.”

  Hot ribbons of come spilled into her, her walls gripping around them. Milking both men.

  They held her.

  Claimed her.

  Yet another time this evening she succumbed to their love for her.

  She was a woman possessed by two men. And loved.

  Soul bound.

  This time the darkness didn’t scare her when it took hold, but the pain that radiated out from her shoulder overwhelmed all her senses. Their claiming bites burned as they forged their magic. With it came the formed mental connection carrying a scattered array of images flitted behind her closed eyes. Of young wolves becoming men. Of rough times and good times, and her heart swelled to see her alphas in different stages of their lives.

  Then it happened. The blood and the stench. It hit her with a solid left hook. Dead women. Men. Their bodies torn until you could barely recognize the features that made them human. “No. Make it stop.”

  Chocolate cherries, raspberry drops, lemon...

  Desperate, she clawed at the images to erase them. It didn’t help.

  “Harlow! Harlow, baby girl. You’re safe. You’re safe.”

  Zane lifted her from Grayson, their shafts pulling from her body, their shared releases spilling from her body to drip down her thighs. He eased them to sit on the couch, Grayson right beside her. Both of them pulled her into their arms. their hearts pounding as wildly as hers. “You’re safe, baby girl.”

  “What was that? What did I see?”

  Grayson peered around her and pegged Zane with a look she recognized as shit just got real. “We need to talk, but you’re not going to like it.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Touché,” but suddenly her body felt limp. Like all the energy had drained from every limb. “Just give me a minute. Let’s not ruin our special moment.”

  “Easy, love.” Grayson eased, stroking a hand up and down her back.

  After several calming breaths Harlow shoved aside the ugliness she’d seen to revel in the delicious sense of fulfillment that settled over her. She watched Grayson’s backside as he pulled back from them and disappeared into the bedchamber. “I’ll be right back,” he called out to them over his shoulder.

  She snuggled deeper into Zane’s arms. The movement made her wince.

  “The pain will ease after a couple of days, and the bites will eventually fade to light markings.”

  She leaned back. “They don’t bother me. I love carrying your marks. I fought for them. We fought for them.” She turned to look up at Zane.

  “Your eyes. There are no more specs of red. Just blue. Pure, beautiful blue.” She reached up and pushed aside a swath of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

  She slipped her hands deeper into the length of his hair, letting the strands fan through her fingers out of habit. “So, I guess that means no sticky-pawed she-wolf can make a move on my men.”

  “Yours are changing too, baby girl, and possessive much?” he countered in a low, breathy tone that held a hint of smugness.

  “You have no idea.” She swallowed hard, her throat still a little scratchy. All the hot panting didn’t help that, she supposed.

  “Mmm. I like that.”

  Harlow sat back and took the glass of water he offered from the side table where they’d left it. “Your throat’s still bothering you?”

  “A little.”

  She lifted a hand, closed her eyes and let the familiar hum of the ley lines rise beneath the surface. So, they were still on Earth.

  “Systems are a go, it seems.” Puzzled, she twisted her hand and watched as indigo threads wound themselves together in a ball. She felt whole but had a million questions. “But why?” She glanced at Zane. “Why now and not when I took the potion?”

  “That is a question I think has something to do with our mating. Honestly, only one lady would know how for sure.”

  Harlow gasped with surprise, sitting up in Zane’s lap. “I can hear you.”

  Zane smiled and nodded. “And Grayson. We’re all connected now. We’ll know every feeling you have and you’ll know ours. But our connection is on a different level than the dragons. What we share is ours alone.”

  “Good because that would get weird really quick.”

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bsp; Zane chuckled and it reached into her soul, soothing her nerves.

  Grayson rejoined them with two towels in hand. He gently spread her thighs and cleaned her “And you’ll never be alone again,” he added to their conversation.

  She liked that. She flicked her hand and watched the string of power absorb back into her hand but kept access to her magic simmering just below the surface. Zane pulled her close and she looked into his eyes, now also a blue so light they looked icy.

  “And the glow worm effect I was rocking faded. Maybe the healer can explain the oddities of that too. So far it seems she’s the one with the answers,” Harlow said around a yawn.

  “First you need rest. Xierrah will be here soon and then we can get all the answers we need. What we need to discuss can wait too.”

  Harlow nodded and let her head fall to rest against Zane’s shoulder.

  It seemed she’d just closed her eyes but the duskier skies suggested hours had passed. Sometime between falling asleep in Zane’s arms and now they’d moved her to the bed. Comfortably cocooned between both men, Harlow peeked out from beneath the covers and watched as silhouettes of dragons dotted the purplish skies beyond her window.

  Careful not to disturb Grayson and Zane, she eased from the bed and made quick work of dressing. Gathering her boots, she made her way out to the fire pit that had cooled to smoldering embers. Damn. That reminded her. Her sisters were probably worried about her. Everything that had gone down last night probably already had the Circle convening to see what torturous punishment they’d dish out this time. Unless they’d managed to wipe them out for good.

  She could hope, but wouldn’t know for sure until she returned home.

  She eyed Zane’s cell phone. Right. No reception. “Landline it is then.” She stood. Only Eva knew of her plans tonight about stealing the spellbook and making that potion. Hopefully she didn’t go to her place. The remnants of the fight they’d left behind would scare her coven sister to death.

  Minutes later she set a quick pace down the hall, passing several doors but not a single soul. Where was everyone? After seeing the mountains and the dragons this morning, she finally figured out that the dragon’s lair was set into the side of a mountain. Did only the warriors live here in such a massive place or did their mates live here too? Guess it didn’t really matter, but her curious mind liked the small details. Meeting a female dragon shifter would be a first of many firsts in the past day.