“Why are you stopping?”
“You didn’t answer me.”
She looked more than a little desperate. He liked that look. “What question?” He rolled over on top of her. Harris who’d been fingering her pussy and clit, deftly turned his hand around to stroke Ethan’s cock. It jarred him for a moment—that sudden, sweet contact—and he turned to press a quick kiss against Harris’s lips, getting that sinful, mysterious grin in return before the wizard released his grip.
Then Ethan refocused on the woman beneath him. The woman who was his world, his everything. Her eyes were wild, bright and blazing with passion and what he hoped like hell was love. He needed the words, though. He needed her to say it. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and held her hips still when she arched to take him inside her.
“Gabby?”
“Why aren’t you moving?” she whined. “Fuck me, Ethan. Quit teasing.” Harris chuckled. “I think you’re missing a few key elements of submitting, darlin’.” Her pussy tightened around him, a slick, hot vise. He gave her a short, shallow, teasing thrust in retaliation. “Can’t we talk about that later?” Gabby was losing her last grip on her mind and her control, and she knew that was exactly what they wanted from her. She even wanted to give it to them, but reversing an entire lifetime of conditioning was harder than it looked.
Harris lay down next to her, leaned over, and gave her a drugging, soul-sucking kiss that left her feeling weak and desperate, while Ethan bent his head to her nipple. He licked her, rolled his tongue over the hard peak before pulling it between his lips and sucking it into his mouth.
Then his teeth closed over it just hard enough to pinch, and she arched into him with a cry.
Harris repeated the action on her neglected nipple.
The pleasure and pain combined until she was flying high and knew just a few seconds more and she’d come. When Harris released her, she swore she heard him mutter something about clamps, but she was too far gone to ask what he was talking about. She wanted to wail.
She’d been so close, and when she met his gaze, she realized he knew it. He’d intentionally held her back. She swallowed hard and tried to relax, knowing the more she strained to reach orgasm on her own, the longer he’d hold back. He gave her his sexy half smile.
“You’re learning, darlin’.”
Damn her heart for stuttering at the approval in his voice. She didn’t dare try to answer him. She had no idea what her voice would reveal. Anger at being under their control? Or eagerness to give in to it? Harris lowered his head to nip her bottom lip. It was such a lupine thing to do, dominant and masculine, she shivered. He caressed her cheek with the back of his knuckles.
“You still haven’t answered Ethan’s question, Gabby,” Harris chided.
She met Ethan’s gaze and felt her eyes change, struggled to keep the wolf’s claws from poking through her fingertips as emotion and indecision raged through her. Did she love him?
She’d always loved him. She’d just never believed she could have him and keep herself at the same time. She still wasn’t convinced that was possible, but she was beginning to hope, and she knew she wanted to give it a shot. She didn’t want to live without either of them.
She couldn’t give him the words he wanted, though, not yet, but she couldn’t hold back the rush of emotion either, the love swelling and breaking free of the constraint she’d always kept it under. She didn’t have to say anything because he felt it through their bond. He threw his head back with a snarl and surged into her. His cock was thick and pulsing, filling her. His thrusts were fast and hard, left her keening as her body strained toward orgasm. She felt someone’s fingers on her clit, opened her eyes to see Harris smiling at her, working her.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Come, darlin’. Come now.” She let go. Ethan froze as her pussy clamped around his cock, his groan barely audible over the roaring in her ears. He didn’t come with her, but she couldn’t wonder why. She was flying apart, sparks exploding behind her eyes and firing every nerve ending in her body. It had never been this good, never this sweet, not even during the heat.
She felt the bonds on her wrists loosen and gentle hands rub the marks of her struggle against them. When Ethan rolled them over, still buried inside her, it took all her effort not to sprawl across his chest, but she didn’t think she had the energy to respond to the roll of his hips, the gentle thrust of his cock still filling her. He chuckled, gripped her nape, and tugged her up to brush a kiss over her lips.
“Did I wear you out, baby?”
“Hmm.” It was impossible not to be amused by the male satisfaction pouring through the bond. “I just need a minute to recover.”
Harris had other ideas, however. He reached across them and picked up the bottle of lube that was on the nightstand. They had used an anal plug over the weekend, and it had been incredible, but not like this. Not both of them at the same time. Fear mingled with excitement, and she trembled. Harris stroked a soothing hand over her back as he worked one lubed finger, then a second into her rear entrance.
“Shh, Gabby, easy. Just relax for me, darlin’,” he crooned.
He worked the fingers back and forth while she forced her muscles to relax. He didn’t give her time to tense up again once she was loose and ready. His fingers disappeared, and the head of his cock pressed against her, eased in just a bit before withdrawing. He took his time, working back and forth slowly, stretching her, until he pushed against the ring of muscle barring his entrance. She cried out at the pain when he pushed past it.
“I’ve got you, darlin’,” he whispered. “Relax. Breathe through it.” He wrapped an arm around her torso, cupping her breast and rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. At the same time, Ethan uncovered her clit with a firm brush of his thumb that made her keen. The pain in her rear, the pain from being filled by two big cocks diminished to nothing and grew into pleasure. When they started to move, one withdrawing as the other thrust deeply, it became something more than pleasure, something she couldn’t begin to name, much less describe.
She felt them inside her, twining their souls around hers. Desire, love, craving. Devotion. It heightened the physical sensations until she feared for her sanity. Until she feared she’d be lost forever. It was ecstasy and terror. Rapture and a curious, melting sort of pain. She knew that was the last of her defenses failing, the last of her barriers dropping when she felt Harris’s surge of triumph. Masculine and dominant, it should have worried her, but instead she felt comforted.
Treasured.
And they knew. They felt it. They fucked her harder. Ethan strummed her clit faster while Harris plumped and squeezed her nipples. It was too much, more than she could fight, and when Ethan growled at her to come, she did with an explosion so fierce her entire body locked up. She felt Ethan come next, his hot sperm spurting into her pussy, and Harris seconds later filling her ass. She sprawled across Ethan’s chest and swore.
“I am never moving again. Y’all have killed me.”
Chuckling, Harris withdrew, and she felt every inch of him, still half-hard, pulling out. He collapsed at her side, and she turned her head, blowing her hair out of her face to meet his smiling gaze.
“You loved every minute of it, darlin’.”
“Did I say I didn’t? I’m just not moving anytime in the next week or so.” Ethan’s hand moved up and down her back in long, lazy strokes. She loved when he did that. “No more running, baby?”
She thought it over before she answered. She really wasn’t fighting it anymore. A part of her had begun to accept, had begun to embrace these bonds.
“No.”
Even if she could free herself now, she didn’t want to. She sensed he wanted to talk more about that, but she felt too raw, the acceptance too new, and her body still hummed with satisfaction as lassitude set into her limbs. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift. Sleep wasn’t far behind. She stirred when one of them cleaned her with a damp cloth, but didn
’t wake until dusk, and Ethan nudged her awake to get ready for the party.
* * * *
A couple of hours later, Gabby stepped to the edge of the clearing and joined Liza. The paladin glanced at the two men hovering behind her.
“Go find something to do for a bit, guys. I need a private word with my assistant.” They both hesitated, and Liza’s eyes narrowed in ire.
“Go,” Gabby ordered.
Ethan recognized the tone, and while he arched a sardonic eyebrow, he turned to obey, grabbing Harris’s arm to pull him along. Harris went, but the look he shot her promised retribution. She shivered. Maybe he’d tie her up again. When they were gone, Gabby linked her arm with Liza’s. She leaned into Gabby with a grateful smile.
“We could get some chairs,” Gabby offered softly.
Liza shook her head. “I’m fine. Just a little tired. It’ll pass.” Gabby knew better than to argue with that tone, so she looked around the clearing. She saw Caleb and Zach working through the crowd, and Caleb met her gaze, his expression a combination of worry and question. Gabby gave a slight shake of her head. She knew her alpha.
He wanted to march over and order Liza to sit or return to the house. If he did either, he’d have a fight on his hands, and it wasn’t necessary. Between Gabby and Harper, they would maneuver Liza into resting. As if the witch had read her mind, Harper stepped off the trail and approached them, smiling, her mates in tow carrying three chairs.
“Hey,” she said brightly as Jonas and Mick unfolded the lawn chairs and set them in a little semicircle overlooking the clearing. She was just beginning to show, and it was impossible not to grin at her joy. And laugh at Jonas as he glared and nudged her to sit. She rolled her eyes, leaned toward Gabby and Liza, and in a stage whisper said, “I’m helpless now, you know.”
“Get used to it. They don’t improve with age,” Liza grumbled, taking the center chair.
Harper shooed her mates off, and the three women sat in silence for several minutes.
Gabby kept a watchful eye on a group of rambunctious juveniles until raised voices from another part of the party caught her attention. She turned to see her parents arguing—big surprise—and rolled her eyes. She was getting ready to stand and intervene when her mother turned and winked at her. What the hell? Then her mother turned on her heel and stalked away from the party, her mates trailing along and grumbling.
“Did she just wink at you?” Liza asked, incredulous.
“Yeah. I think so.” She shook her head. “I’m beginning to think maybe she picks most of those fights.”
“I really don’t want to ask why, do I?” Harper asked.
“Probably not, no. I don’t either.”
Gabby met Liza’s frank, assessing gaze. “And how are you doing?” Gabby turned to search out Ethan and Harris, who’d apparently decided they’d had enough girl time and were almost back to her. She grinned. “We’re a work in progress.” She knew they’d overhear. Ethan laughed and grabbed her hand, pulling her to feet. “A work in progress? I like that.”
“I don’t,” Harris complained, pulling her from Ethan’s arms.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re grumpy and way too serious?” He cocked a very arrogant eyebrow and leaned in to whisper close to her ear. “Careful, darlin’. Just because I won’t try to dominate you outside our bedroom doesn’t mean you can get away with whatever you want out here. I will make you pay.” She trembled at the sensual pledge. In her wildest dreams. “Promise?” she whispered back.
He groaned and met Ethan’s gaze over her head. “Have we put in enough of an appearance?”
She laughed and pulled free. “No, honey. Sorry. I haven’t seen my brother yet.” She jumped away before he could catch her, and it became a game through the next few hours. Every time one of them tried to corner her, she danced free. She knew they were letting her, but she didn’t care. They were letting her do her thing, checking on the younger soldiers and trainees in her charge, socializing and gathering the gossip and news Liza would ask for later.
They were never far, but they didn’t hover or interfere.
It reassured her as nothing else could have, so at midnight, when she ventured too close to the dance area and they swooped in on her from two different directions, she accepted them with a laugh. Joy infused her. Love, laughter. All the things she’d been afraid to dream of for herself.
Ethan had her hands while Harris gripped her hips and pressed into her from behind. He leaned down to nibble that sensitive spot under her ear, and she giggled.
“Something funny, darlin’?”
She looped an arm around Ethan’s neck, then twisted to wrap the other around Harris’s.
“Not a thing,” she whispered, standing on her toes to brush a kiss over his mouth. “I’m just happy with what I found when I wasn’t looking.”
“Is that right?” Ethan drawled.
She gave him an arch look. “And I don’t share.” He grinned. “Baby, I’m all yours. I always have been.”
“Then take me home,” she said softly, including Harris in her soft demand. “Maybe this time I can show you how much I love you.”
Instead of only them, trying to show her. Ethan’s smile was huge and smug. “Finally admitting it, are you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you going to gloat all night, or are you a man of action?”
“Oh, darlin’,” Harris whispered against her ear, dark and dangerous and sending a tendril of wicked desire whipping through her. “I warned you about the attitude, didn’t I?” Before she could protest, he moved, lifting her and tossing her over his shoulder as he stalked from the clearing. She blushed at the cheers of approval and catcalls that urged him on, but she laughed as they carried her home, and cried out her delight as they showed her exactly how they felt about her throughout the night.
Loose Id Titles by Loribelle Hunt
The SPELLBOUND MOON Series
Once Bitten
Twice Shy
Third Time Lucky
Loribelle Hunt
Loribelle is like the South she calls home. Hot and sultry. Languid and sexy. Magnolias and gardenias scent her silk-lined boudoir, and men and children alike bow to her magnificence…
Okay, maybe it isn't quite that glamorous. She does have two smart and lovely daughters who give her a run for her money and a son that will one day be someone's model of a romance hero. (She promises.) Her husband is a real-life hero, and Loribelle just tries to keep up with the demands of military life. In between, she writes a book or two.
She's had every job under the sun, but haven't most writers? That Army military police, bookstore manager, waitress, wedding photographer, website designer experience has to come in useful sometimes. As they say in the South, it all washes out in the end.
She loves hearing from her readers and can be found at http://www.loribellehunt.com.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
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