“You wanted someone like her,” she accused.
How could he deny it? “I thought I did. Then I met you, and I started to rethink things.”
“Why?”
He fought a smile. This might work out well after all. “That’s two questions, darlin’.”
With a huff, she pulled the turtleneck off and tossed it away, then let her arms fall to her sides. Oh yeah. He could get used to this game. The anticipation was invigorating. She was left standing in tight jeans and an even-tighter, barely there white lacy bra. He wanted to lick his way around its edges but managed to stay still. First things first.
“I thought, for a long time, that if I had a mate, she needed to be another soldier. I thought that was the only kind of woman strong enough to stand up to me. To take me on. I was wrong.”
“So you don’t want someone as tough as you now?”
He smiled, looked her up and down in a blatant reminder of the rules. She played with the snap on her jeans and rolled her eyes before popping it free and shimmying out of them. She was left in a tiny pair of panties that matched her bra. Oh yeah, baby. He edged closer to her.
“I’ve decided soft is more appealing.”
*
He was calling her soft? Was that a good or bad thing? Part of her said bad, bad, bad. But the other part pointed out how good bad could be. Playing by the rules, he and Mick both dropped their jeans. Bad was looking better and better. Focus on something besides sex, Harper. But gods, was that difficult to manage with two hard, sexy, and mostly naked bodies in front of her.
“I am not a soft woman,” she whispered.
Mick chuckled and approached, then moved around behind her. He set his hands on her hips while leaning forward to nuzzle her neck.
“Maybe. But this definitely is.” He pushed his erection against her ass. “And this.”
His hands slid up her back to the clasp of her bra, and she felt it pop free. He moved to cup her breasts, his teeth nipping the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck. “More softness.”
“Any more questions, darlin’?” Jonas asked, approaching her and Mick. His gaze ensnared her. Hot. Open. He stopped close enough she could feel the heat pouring off him, but not close enough to brush against her. Mick held her still when she tried to close the gap. Jonas cocked an eyebrow. “No more questions?”
“Um.” How could she think right now? Mick’s hands were hot on her body, stoking a fire she wanted to set free, and Jonas’s body was tight, coiled to spring, his eyes full of carnal promise. Finally, he stepped closer, lifting one hand to stroke the side of her face.
“I choose you, Harper, and Mick. I don’t want anyone else. Does that answer your questions?”
She couldn’t do anything but jerk a nod. He grinned in response, and oh was it wicked. When he kissed her, it was slow and unhurried, a deep exploration that left her gasping when he broke away. Mick took her hand and pulled her to the lounger.
“Lie back,” he whispered, and she did as he ordered, her anticipation building.
Jonas knelt in front of her and spread her legs wide to accommodate his shoulders. His hands slowly slid up the insides of her thighs, rough calluses leaving a hot trail in their wake, until he reached her panties. He leaned forward, his tongue tracing the edge, his fingers working under the sides to tug them down. She lifted her butt and helped wiggle them off, raising her legs to kick them away. Jonas clamped his hands under her thighs and held them high, staring at her like a starving man. She shivered and held her breath. Gods, she hoped so.
Then his mouth was on her, his tongue spearing inside her while his fingers found her clit. It was exquisite. It wasn’t nearly enough. She tried to wiggle free. She wanted him inside her. She wanted them inside her. But he held her still with one arm across her pelvis, fucking her with his mouth.
She turned her head to look for Mick and found him kneeling beside her. He smiled when she met his gaze, leaned forward to steal a quick kiss before breaking away. It wasn’t until she heard a squeaking sound that she realized he was holding a bottle of lube for Jonas. Until she heard the squeak, she hadn’t realized his arm was no longer holding her hips down.
She lay frozen in place as Jonas lifted his head and held his hand out to Mick. She watched half-fascinated, half-scared as Mick squeezed a generous amount of the lube onto his fingers. And then those fingers disappeared from view, and she could do nothing but wait, shaking, unsure. Jonas blew a hot breath over her sex.
“Relax, darlin’,” he whispered, and her laugh strangled on a moan of pleasure as his teeth closed over and tugged on her clit. She was so focused on the sensation that she didn’t flinch when his wet, cold fingers circled her rear entrance, when he slowly, carefully worked two fingers inside.
When Mick lay down next to her, he kissed the tip of one hard nipple before sucking it, biting it, and she came with a hoarse yell. Yet neither stopped what he was doing. Jonas worked another finger inside her, eased them back and forth, stretching her. His mouth moved over her clit. Sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes fast and hard, until she was begging, pleading for release, her hips thrusting against his fingers. She was desperate to come.
She wanted to weep when Jonas pulled away, when his tongue and fingers abandoned her body. But she knew it was only temporary, watched with nothing but anticipation as he reached for the bottle of lube. He squeezed enough on his palm to coat his shaft and more around her opening. She held her breath when he moved into position and paused with the head of his cock pressing against her.
“Ready?”
She nodded, unable to speak, hoping her eyes held her response if the motion did not. His entry was slow, what felt like a millimeter at a time. She tried to thrust against him, eager to come, but he held her still.
“Easy, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He worked the head of his cock in, then more, giving her so little at a time she thought she’d lose her mind until he started working through that restricting ring of muscle, and she gasped. Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain. She didn’t know which was more, which was in control. Mick put a finger under her chin and turned her to face him. He tugged her bottom lip with his teeth, swept his tongue into her mouth, then broke away.
“Relax, sugar.”
He stood, the bottle of lube in his fist, and moved to kneel behind Jonas. His grin was sinful, his face flushed with excitement, and Harper felt her own grow. Jonas slid more of his cock into her ass, and this time there was no pain, just some residual discomfort. He smirked when she met his gaze.
“You like the idea of watching me get fucked, darlin’?”
He withdrew his cock a bit, thrust back in a little harder, deeper. He wasn’t quite all the way inside yet. She was disappointed when he kept his thrusts shallow.
“Harper? Answer my question.”
She looked over Jonas’s shoulder to meet Mick’s gaze. His hands stroked down Jonas’s back, face bent forward to nuzzle his neck. He held her gaze while he waited for her answer.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I like it.”
Mick groaned and straightened, and she heard that telltale squeak again, but she couldn’t see anything from her position. She could only guess from Jonas’s reaction.
“Gods, babe, a little warning,” he growled. “Remember foreplay?”
Mick laughed, one hand gripping Jonas’s shoulder as he leaned over to look down. “How much more do you need?”
His tone, his expression was teasing as his gaze traveled up her body, winking when he met her gaze.
“I just need someone to move,” she said a little more tartly than she had intended.
“Yes, ma’am,” Mick drawled, and when he thrust into Jonas, Jonas thrust into her. She gasped. This time his cock was fully inside her. He was a tight fit. She couldn’t believe it was possible to be so full and not burst.
“I hope you’re ready.”
He lay down over her, pressing her into the lounger, his mouth fusing over he
rs. He withdrew and thrust back in, Mick moving in tandem with him. They were shallow, quick thrusts. Jonas broke the kiss, his lips moving from her mouth, down her neck, finally stopping at her breast. He flicked his tongue over her nipple before his mouth closed over it. He sucked her hard in long, even pulls that matched his thrusts in her ass. She couldn’t take any more, couldn’t hold back the pleasure any longer.
She gave in to the ecstasy building, flooding through her body, short-circuiting her nerves and her brain. Every muscle pulled taut as the tension broke free. Even her vocal cords were out of her control. She couldn’t do anything but keen as the orgasm overtook her. After a couple of minutes she focused on the men leaning over her, her men. Jonas was no longer moving inside her, no longer buried inside her. He searched her face, seemed to see what he was looking for, and nodded.
“Slide up on the lounger, sugar,” Mick ordered.
She did, but they stayed where they were, and she realized she’d come and Jonas had come, but Mick hadn’t yet. She held her breath, watched as he gripped Jonas’s hips and surged forward. Mick’s head was thrown back, his skin drawn tight over his cheeks, and his lips pressed together.
“Beautiful,” she murmured and wondered if they knew what they looked like together. How raw and carnal and easy to read their love for each other was. She quashed a moment of unease, the fear she might not be part of that love. But Jonas was watching her like he knew exactly what was going through her mind.
“Touch yourself for me, darlin’.”
She sucked in a breath. She was no stranger to her body, but to masturbate while someone watched — no, while Jonas and Mick watched — felt scandalous. Decadent.
“Do it, Harper.” His voice was low, more coaxing than demanding. “I want to see your fingers in our pretty little pussy.”
She blushed from her toes to her forehead, and embarrassment warred with lust as she slowly palmed her breasts, squeezing her nipples to tight buds before sliding her hands down. Over her ribs, past her belly, to spread the lips hiding her sex. Jonas’s eyes glowed the eerie blue she knew meant his wolf was close to the surface.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Keep going.”
But she wasn’t sure if the words were for her or Mick, who was fucking him faster, harder. Who cared? It was a major turn-on, and if she got to get off watching them, she wasn’t complaining. She pushed a finger into her pussy, moved it in and out a few strokes, gathering the hot moisture before moving her finger to rub her clit. It was hard, pulsing, begging for attention. So good. She arched her back as the feeling built, thrusting fingers from her other hand into her pussy, switching her gaze from Jonas to Mick and back again as she did. She tried to hold on to the enjoyment, tried to drag it out, and in minutes she was shaking with the restraint.
“That’s it, sugar,” Mick moaned. “Come now. Come with us.”
She was helpless against the order, could only fall apart as she watched a shudder move through Mick’s body as he came, matching the one that racked Jonas while he pumped his cock and cum spurt from its tip.
It was a long time later, while she was lying back on the lounger between them, that her brain reengaged. “This is going to be complicated, isn’t it?”
“What’s complicated?” Mick said. “You love us. We love you.”
Her heart stuttered. “Is that right?” she asked lightly. She loved them. She couldn’t say when or how it had happened, it certainly made no sense, but she couldn’t deny to herself how she felt. But is that what they really felt?
Jonas rolled to his side and leaned up on one elbow. “That’s right,” he said. “I know this seems fast to you. You don’t know us well yet. You don’t know much about werewolves yet. But we’ll get there. It’ll all work out, I promise.”
“Even if I’m soft?” She honestly wasn’t sure how she felt about that assessment.
His smile was slow and lazy. “I like soft, and you are soft in all the right places, darlin’.”
She rolled her eyes and fought a losing battle to control the new flight of butterflies in her belly.
“I was mistaking soft with weak,” he continued, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “But our mate isn’t weak.”
“No,” she agreed, but she wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t change his mind later, and her fear was in her voice.
“What are you afraid of?”
“Witches are so different from you all. No affection. No love. At least not openly.” She shrugged. “To feel a part of that, but fear losing it…” She let the thought trail off.
Mick scooted closer to her, his heat infusing her and making her feel less exposed. “There is no way you’ll lose us, Harper. Mating is forever. There’s no splitting up. No divorce.”
“I’ve heard that. I just, I guess I’m afraid one of you might regret it later.”
“Me. You’re afraid I’ll regret it,” Jonas said, and she could only nod. She was sure of Mick’s feelings. Jonas’s? Not so much. He laughed.
“Oh, darlin’, that’s not going to happen. You are exactly what I want. Exactly who we need.” His lips met hers, soft and gentle and warm. He lifted his head enough to meet her gaze. “I love you. That isn’t going to change.”
When he looked at her like that, no barriers, totally open, she believed him. She wanted him and Mick, wanted to be part of their lives, their love, and was forced to face her last fear.
“I don’t know much about love,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry about it, sugar,” Mick said, and she switched her gaze to him, heart tripping at his lascivious grin. “We know all the ways to love you.”
She laughed at the audacious claim, joy bursting inside her and she was certain everything was going to be all right, everything was going to be perfect. She wrapped an arm around each of them. “Show me,” she demanded.
And they did.
THIRD TIME LUCKY
Chapter One
“All right, all right, I’m coming,” Harris yelled while he wrapped the towel around his hips.
He stalked down the center hall but didn’t reach the door before the bell rang a fourth time. It couldn’t be Ethan. It was too early for their date. Besides he’d just come in or use his key if the door was locked, which it rarely was.
Harris damned near ripped the door off its hinges when he yanked it open. The sight that greeted him stopped his next angry words cold. He opened the door wide and stepped back to let her enter.
Gabby.
Werewolf soldier and major pain in his ass, but man could the woman work a short red dress. Clingy fabric wrapped around her killer curves, high full breasts, and a mouth-watering ass. Auburn hair hung loose down her back, framing a face more striking than beautiful. But it was her eyes that did him in every time. Rich brown and expressive.
He hadn’t seen her for three months, and there could only be one reason for her showing up now. She looked him over with a smoldering look that confirmed his suspicions.
“In heat again, darlin’?”
Smoldering gave way to bright, sharp anger. “Are you complaining? That’s a first.”
She moved to the living room entryway, leaned one shoulder against the wall and wrapped her arms around her middle. The movement pushed her breasts up so they almost spilled from the top of the low bodice. It was a calculated move, playing dirty, and they both knew it. His own anger started to simmer.
He wasn’t sure who was the cat or who was the mouse, but he was fucking sick of this game. They should be enemies. Wizards and werewolves weren’t allies, friends, or fuck buddies. Then again, nothing was as it should be, right down to his presence in Redemption, Florida. He’d been banished as a teenager and made his way here to neutral territory.
Neutral or not, it bordered werewolf land, and a good half of its residents were members of the neighboring Redhawke pack. He hadn’t exactly been welcomed with open arms, but he’d carved out a place for himself. Despite the odds, despite centuries of animosity between his race and theirs, H
arris counted werewolves among his friends and lovers. He’d made a name for himself as an honest and ethical and dependable man.
But that acceptance only went so far, and that was part of the problem, wasn’t it?
Gabby would never mate with him. She wouldn’t let him get that close, but she trusted him when she was in heat in a way she’d never trust a wolf. Mating was an instinct a wolf would find hard to resist with a female in heat, but she didn’t believe Harris could create a mate bond with her since he was a different species. Since he’d been content with their arrangement he hadn’t corrected her. The first time she’d come to him, two years ago, he’d resolved to just enjoy what part of her she was willing to share. He didn’t push. He didn’t make demands. He didn’t come close to taking her the way he wanted to. Why? Because wolves did not mate with wizards.
But then things started to change. First Redhawke’s paladin — their third in command — Liza, the only person on the planet Harris knew of who was half wolf and half witch, had mated with her alpha and beta. It was a year ago now, and even though Liza had always been a part of Redhawke, was seen as more wolf than witch by her pack members, it had made Harris start to think. If that mating could be accepted, why not others? When he’d casually mentioned that to Gabby, she’d stayed away five months. On her return, he’d smelled what remained of a potion he knew werewolf females sometimes used to delay heat. He didn’t bring it up again, but it made him angry and resentful, and he felt ridiculous about it. Who complained about casual, no strings attached sex with a hot woman?
“Earth to Harris?”
He realized he was staring at the wall over her head while memories had washed over him, and he shifted his gaze to study her face while he went on thinking. Liza had been the first, and her circumstances were special. But then came Harper, a witch looking for sanctuary. It hadn’t taken long before one of Redhawke’s soldiers and its healer had made her theirs. Why couldn’t two witches mated into Redhawke become two witches and a wizard? Harris had stopped thinking about it weeks ago. He knew what he wanted.
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