Claimed by the Wolf

by Charlene Teglia

  The two of them were going to drive her crazy. Sybil nodded her assent. Kenric rose up over her, lowering himself until the head of his penis brushed her mouth. She parted her lis to welcome him and brushed her tongue along his shaft, savoring the taste of him.

  Abaran's hands stroked her torso and made her nerve endings sing with his touch.

  Smoke and musk, demon and wolf. They went to her head and left her giddy and breathless. Her lips circled Kenric’s rigid flesh as she opened wide to take him as deep as she could. Her body moved under Abaran's hands, delighted by his touch. Two lovers, so different, so close. Their nearness made her hunger for more. It. wasn't enough. She wanted them closer. She ached to be pressed between them, pierced by both of them.

  Abaran's hand smoothed over her belly and down to cup her sex again, and she rocked her hips up into the caress. He pressed his fingertips against her core. The shallow penetration made her groan and suck Kenric harder. When he pulled out of her mouth, her eyes fluttered open. She watched him watching her as Abaran's fingers pushed into her, slid out, then in again, coating them. Then Abaran spread her own lubrication over her anus, and worked two fingers into her, then scissored them, opening her. And she knew this time he intended to go further.

  She relaxed and arched the small of her back, pushing back to take more, knowing she could trust him to give her only pleasure.

  Kenric moved onto his back and reached for her. She straddled him and made a low sound of satisfaction when her sex pressed against his thick length. It felt so good to have her body pressed against his. Right.

  Abaran came behind her, covered her back with his torso, and brushed a tender kiss against the nape of her neck.

  Kenric gripped her hips and lifted her up until her core was aligned with his shaft.

  Then he pulled her down and pushed up into her, filling her. While she adjusted to the length and width of him deep inside her, Abaran began to thrust himself into her from behind. Sybil groaned at the sensation of being penetrated in two places at once, the intensity of it paralysing her.

  Abaran gave her inch after inch of his hard shaft until he'd worked himself all of the way into her anal passage and shr was stretched impossibly tight. Kenric's penis swelled inside her as the knot formed, and the additional stimulation made her inner muscles quiver in a precursor to orgasm.

  “Now, little witch,” Abaran breathed near ho ear. “We’re going to fuck you so well, you'll come from the memory of it a year from now.”

  The heat of Kenric's body under hers contrasted the leathery feel of Abaran's skin above her. Their mingled scents made her head spin. The two men began to move as if choreographed, one sliding out, the other pressing deep in a counter stroke to each other. One of them always filling her completely with his length, the other's thickness at her entry stretching her to the limit.

  Then they both thrust into her together, their join possession of her body almost more than she could contain. She struggled to accommodate them all the way inside her, as deep as they could go, and heard herself keening from exquisite torment.

  They took her together with relentless thoroughness, driving deep, giving her all she could take and then more than she thought she could. She broke first, spine bowing from the force of her orgasm as she came in endless waves of ecstasy. Abaran followed, spending himself with a fierce shout as he tunnelled into her.

  He was still thick and hard and buried deep in her ass, heightening her pleasure, when Kenric began to drive into her hard and fast. He ejaculated into her with each furious stroke, and the hot liquid sensation deep in her core sent her off again, her inner muscles squeezing the two cocks inside her so the pleasure was shared by all three of them.

  Afterward, she rested on Kenric's chest, listening to his heart pound and wondering if hers was racing too or if it had stopped. She felt light and unreal. Kenric’s body supported her from beneath, strong and solid. Abaran's body curved over hers From above, protective and plundering at the same time.

  She wanted to stay that way as long as possible, connected to both of them, possessed, ravished.

  Abaran slowly withdrew from, her tight rear entrance and stretched out beside her.

  He kissed her, long and sweet, while little tremors of pleasure rippled through her inner muscles clenched around Kenric’s shaft. When the knot released and Kenric lifted her up and off, she wanted to protest.

  The two of them lowered her to the mattress, turning her onto her back. She shivered, feeling cold and empty. Then the two of them pressed close on either side of her, facing each other on their sides, hands caressing her. She closed her eyes and absorbed their warmth.

  “Were we too much for you, witch?” Abaran asked”, his voice dark and knowing.

  She wanted, to say something flippant and light, but her throat was tight and she had no words. So she shook her head once in silence, keeping her eyes closed.

  She wanted Kenric to kiss her, but it was Abaran who did, covering her mouth with his and licking at the scam of her lips until she opened tor him. His hand searched out her nipple and rolled it between his fingers as his tongue thrust inside to mate with hers. She kissed him back, helpless to do anything else. The taste of him was a pleasure all its own and she opened wider to deepen the kiss.

  The mattress shifted and her right side cooled when Kenric stood. She opened her eyes to watch him go, wishing she could ask him to stay. He paused in the doorframe and looked back at her. His eyes caught hers. She met his gaze, unblinking, as she parted her thighs, took Abaran’s hand and guided it between them. Hunger and satisfaction gleamed in Kenric amber depths, as if he wanted to touch her there and found satiation by proxy. Then she let her lashes drift down as Abaran's fingers pushed into her core. When she raised them again, Kenric was gone.

  “Nervous?”

  “Yes.” Sybil admitted. She slowed her pace and her breathing deliberately, trying to fake her way to calm.

  “You know I hove to give you to Adrian. And Adrian, in turn, has to give you to Ronan You need to complete the mark's transfer.”

  Abaran sounded so calm and reasonable. Sybil wished she shared his assurance.

  “Something bad is going to happen,” she muttered, feeling the invisible press of some nameless dread. Her skin prickled. Between her breasts, the necklace felt hot. She glanced down at it and saw it giving off a reddish glow that reinforced the sense of warning.

  “Nothing bad will happen. You'll be deprived of my body, but Adrian will fuck you nearly as well as I do.”

  She shook her head. “I'm not nervous about Adrian. If I can handle a demon, I can survive a night with a vampire.”

  Abaran gave her a sidelong look. “Did it bother you that Kenric knotted you when the three of us were together?”

  “No, I'm used to that. I like it,” she admitted, feeling deviant.

  “You mean that's not the only time?”

  Sybil felt herself blushing. “No, every time. And how could you tell, anyway?”

  “When we had you double penetrated, there was only a thin membrane between us. I felt everything you felt.”

  “Oh.” She blinked. “I didn't realize. That must feel . . . interesting.”

  “Very. But what's more interesting is that Kenric does lupine lust with you.”

  “He told me it wasn't supposed to happen, but I'm of a walking anomaly. Witch powered by demon sealed by goddess with a garnish of magic fairy necklace. Weird happenings are becoming my new normal.”

  “And that's all he told you?” Abaran's midnight eyes searched hers “That it wasn't supposed to happen?”

  “What else was there to say?”

  “Maybe you should ask him that.”

  “I'll put it on my to-do list.” She pushed it aside for the moment. Now was not the time to think about her confusing relationship with the werewolf. If it could be called a relationship. “Meanwhile, I think my Spidey sense is telling me something.”

  “Your Spidey sense?” Abaran raised a brow
at her choice of words, but he stopped and did a slow turn, looking in all directions. She got the feeling he was using more than his eyes to scan. “I sense nothing “

  The red glow from the stone she wore centered on his chest. It looked like a laser sight targeting him. Dread pooled in her abdomen. “Be careful after you leave me, Abaran. Promise me you'll be careful.”

  “I'm immortal,” Abaran assured her, amusement clear his voice. “Don't worry about me. You should worry about yourself. I've seen what women look like when Adrian's done with them.”

  She spread her hand over the tattoo outlined starkly on his bare skin. “You might be immortal, but you can still bleed. Promise to be careful. Please.”

  “I've damaged your brain with pleasure,” the demon mused out loud. “My naked glory was too much for your delate sensibilities and your mind has broken from the strain.”

  “Probably.” She caressed him, memorizing the leathery texture of his skin, then burrowed close to breathe in his smoky scent. “Since you've destroyed me with sex, humor me. It's the least you can do.”

  “Careful, Witch. I might come to think you truly care.”

  Her throat ached and she hugged him tighter. “If anything happened to you, I’d pine.”

  “That would he a tragedy,” Abaran cupped her ass in both hands and squeezed.

  “All right, witch, I promise to be careful His promise didn't reassure her. But it was the best she could she could hope for.

  “Thank you.”

  “Adrian will keep you to busy to miss me.”

  Her lips brushed his throat. “I miss you already.”

  Fourteen

  While Abaran knocked on the vampire’s door, Sybil shifted nervously from one foot to the other. “Does he sleep in a coffin? Is there some sort of Renfield on duty?”

  He turned to stare at her, “Did you hit you head when you fell in the river?”

  She stuck her tongue out at him.

  The door opened on silent hinges, and Adrian stood there broad and solid, regarding both of them with an unfathomable expression. There was a suggestion of military discipline in his stance. Sybil stopped fidgeting and tried to stand straight. It was far too late to wish for a good hair day, but she could try for good posture.

  “Hi. Um, remember me? Well, it's your night to have supernatural sex with me.”

  She smiled brightly and added, “I'm A negative. I hope that isn't a problem for you.”

  Abaran looked at Adrian and shrugged. He extended his wings and furled them around her, cocooning her body against his. His lips brushed her hair as he spoke. “I will return in twenty-four hours to escort you to Ronan.” He released her, retracting his wings and folding them invisibly into his back. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her at Adrian.

  “Now go and torment the vampire. He can count the hours I until I take your troublesome person off his hands.”

  Sybil walked past Adrian, who held the door open for her without a word. It dosed behind her with a whisper. She wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the chill that descended on her.

  A moment latter, Adrian broke the silence. “What are you wearing?”

  Sybil glanced down at the diamond that caught all available light in a rainbow of color and shimmered against her skin. The warning red was gone. -A necklace.”

  “I recognize that stone, I last saw it in a dragon's hoard.”

  “I know.” She touched it, feeling almost as if it gave her a way to touch Kadar. It was so like him, larger than life and breathtaking “He's very generous.”

  “That isn’t the word on usually uses to describe n dragon. And Abaran wrapped you in his wings. What of the wolf?”

  “I don't want to talk about the wolf,” Sybil huddled into herself, feeling small and cold. “He hates me. No, that's not true. He'd have to care to hate me. I'm too insignificant for him to hate.”

  “Insignificant?” The vampire moved closer to her. “Why do I smell him on your skint? The scent only lingers a few hours and you haven't been his for the past two nights.”

  “He was with us. Earlier.” Sybil made a gesture back toward the door, indicating the direction she'd seen Abaran. “Abaran wanted a threesome.”

  “And the wolf who finds you insignificant volunteered?”

  She shrugged. “Probably everybody else was busy. What’s your point?”

  “The wolf had no reason to be with you after he marked you unless it was for his own pleasure.” Adrian shook his head. “I wouldn't have believed it possible. You've bewitched them.”

  Her lips moved soundlessly, shaping the word. Bewitched? Was it true? Was the power inside her working against the men who were trying to help her?

  I didn’t mean to,” she said in a voice thick with unshed tears. How can I undo it?”

  “I'll study the matter.” The vampire made a gesture of invitation that struck her as aristocratic. “In the meantime, I'll leave you to rest. You'll find a room ready for you through there.”

  Sybil nodded and went with draining feet. The room was beautiful. The bed was soft. She pulled a linen sheet and a blanket over herself and admired the fine weave and artistic pattern. Adrian had excellent taste. The style of his house reminded her of a Roman villa, and she wondered if he had a garden. She turned on her side, curled into a ball, and dosed her hand around the diamond between her breasts.

  Kadar. She imagined the sound of his great wings beating the air, bright bronze of his hide and hair.

  Was it really possible that she'd bewitched a dragon? Or a wolf, when shed been so powerless that she couldn't do anything more impressive than set herself on fire?

  Dragons were wise. Sybil held the stone and wished she could talk to the one who'd given it to her now.

  When he spoke, she shrieked and nearly jumped out of her skin. “What have you done, witch?”

  Kadar. You scared the hell out of me.” She sat up and blinked at the tall, bronze-haired man who stood in the doorway. He was wearing leather pants, but otherwise he looked exactly the way she’d seen him last. If he was bewitched, wouldn't it show?

  “You unnerved a two-thousand-year-old Roman centurion,” Kadar returned. “I didn't think that was possible. What did you do to him?”

  “Nothing.” Sybil pulled the covers up over her breasts belatedly. “He said I'd bewitched all of you, and sent me to my room. I went.” She bit her lip. “Is it true?”

  He raised a brow at her. “It's true that I adore you and count the days until you come back to me.”

  She groaned and flopped onto her back, pulling the blanket over her head. “I'm horrible. I'm sorry. I'll find a way to undo it somehow.”

  “If you think you need to make up to me for some offense, I'm sure I could think of a way.” Kadar left the doorway, crossed the room, and sat beside her en the bed. He tugged the blanket down, exposing her bare torso to the waist. She yanked it back up, He frowned at her. “That isn't the way.”

  Sybil slapped at his hand. “Were you not listening? Adrian thinks I bewitched you.

  Get away from me I'm evil.”

  “If you're evil. I'm the Queen of Sheba.”

  “Maybe you're overconfident,” she muttered- “I could he a Trojan horse. I look harmless, but that thing inside me could be attacking all of you.”

  “Interesting theory.” Kadar won the blanket tug of war and admired her breasts.

  “Lovely, I've missed those.”

  “Crazy dragon.”

  “Fraidy witch.” He lowered his head and lapped at her nipples, one after the other.

  “Adrian is a fool if he doesn't intend to take advantage of these.” He closed his mouth over one peak and suckled until she squirmed. He released her and grinned down at her. “There, aren't you feeling better now?”

  “Yes. No.”

  “That's clear. Adrian?” Kadar raised his voice, his head turned back toward the door. The vampire came through it and stopped a couple of feet from the bed. “Watch.”

 
He drew the blanket all the way down to her thighs and he levered himself over her, letting his weight rest on her for a minute before he came down on her far side. He faced the vampire with Sybil's body between them. His hand settled on her belly, fingertips bushing the pubic curls that covered her mound. His mouth descended to claim hers in a hot, sweet kiss while he petted her bare body.

  His hand skimmed her waist, curved along her hip, slipped over her mound to cup between her legs. Her thighs shifted to allow him to touch more of her, and her breath caught at the realization that Adrian's eyes were following Kadar's hand. Her nipples grew harder and she rocked her hips up to press herself into his palm.

  Kadar ended the kiss, rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, and then looked at Adrian. “Do you see it, or are you that blind?”

  The other man looked back at him and gave a silent shrug.

  “You're a hopeless cynic.” Kadar stroked his hand back up to cup her breast, “Get over it. She needs you. Climb into this bed now.”

  “I'm not the demon,” Adrian said. “I didn't invite you over for a threesome.”

  “No?” Kadar thumbed her nipple, then bent his head to lick it. When Adrian didn't move from his spot by the bed, Kadar stopped his ministrations and looked at the vampire. “If she'd bewitched me, she'd be in control.” Kadar's hand dipped between her thighs and she proved how lacking she was in that category when he plunged two fingers into her. She nearly came on the spot, “Why not admit your real reservation?”

  Adrian eyed her taut, lust-wracked body. “This seems unfair to her. She may become addicted to me.”

  “I think she’s willing to risk it, considering the alternatives.” Kadar withdrew his hand and deliberately licked his fingers. “Good-bye, darling be a good girl for the wicked vampire.”

  “What does he mean, addicted?” Sybil asked, looking up at Kadar through heavy lids.

  “He'll explain.” Kadar brushed a kiss across her lips, stood, and left her alone with the vampire.

  “To mark you, I’ll do more than take you with my cock,” Adrian stated bluntly. He walked over and sat beside her, the mattress dipping with his weight. “I'll take you with my fangs, too.”