Once Bitten sm-1

by Loribelle Hunt

  Caleb chuckled. “Nice. Or this one?”

  She heard a buzz and wondered which vibrator they were thinking about torturing her with.

  Zach picked up a flogger and it swished when he flicked his wrist.

  “That'll have to wait until after the challenge.” He turned to give her a hard look. “Of course if she gets herself hurt I'll have to wait until she heals to punish her.” She got wetter. Hell, she might get a scratch on purpose with that promise. Zach didn't miss her arousal. His eyes lit with heat. “When was the last time someone flogged you, kitten?

  Or restrained you?”

  If she answered that honestly, Caleb would realize she hadn't moved on when he left, but when she opened her mouth, the truth came out anyway. “Five years,” she said softly.

  He gave her an odd look, half disbelief, half triumph. “Why?” She shook her head. There was no way she was answering that. Sure, he'd marked her, but she still believed he might change his mind about her later.

  “Liza.” He demanded her answer, and she turned pleading eyes to Zach, but he just shook his head. He picked up two items from the dresser top and approached. When he sat on the edge, she saw he had an anal vibe and lube. He flipped the lid and squeezed some on to his fingertips.

  “We're waiting, kitten,” he reminded her gently, but she was focused on him, on his fingers rimming her hole. Then one pushed inside her. Slowly, so slowly. She squirmed, not sure if she wanted more or less, and Caleb sat on the bed on her opposite side. He set his hand flat on abdomen and held her still.

  “Tell me why, Liza.”

  Oh hell, he wasn't going to let it go was he? “I didn't trust anyone else,” she snapped.

  “That's what I thought. It wasn't so hard to admit, was it, baby?” She opened her mouth to respond, but during the brief exchange, Zach had lubed the anal plug and slowly pushed it inside her. Gasping, she squirmed again, this time definitely because of the invasion. Caleb didn't remove his palm and Zach didn't stop. She breathed a sigh of relief when it was in place and the pain receded. Then one of them flipped a switch, and it buzzed to life.

  “Oh!”

  Caleb leaned over and sucked one of her nipples. When he bit, she arched her back wanting more. His fingers closed over the other point and pinched. She cried out.

  “Very nice, kitten,” Zach said.

  She pried her eyes open to see him kneeling between her spread legs, naked, watching her respond to Caleb. He worked one finger into her pussy, then two. The vibration in her ass kicked up a notch, and she trembled. He fucked her with his fingers, slow at first but with a steady increasing rhythm.

  “Hmm,” he murmured. “So hot. So wet.”

  He stroked over sensitive tissue, bumped against her G-spot. Her hips lifted, demanding, but he didn't give her more. He just slowly worked her up, slowly drove her body to the peak of arousal and held her there. She could have cried. Would he fuck her already? Oh gods, she hadn't meant to say that aloud.

  His laughter was joined by Caleb's. “You're a demanding little thing.” She glared at him when he stopped and withdrew his fingers. Damn it. He moved into position between her thighs, his cock nudged at her entrance, and she held her breath in anticipation. But he didn't move. No hard thrusts. No easy strokes. It was enough to make a girl sob with need.

  He was watching her face closely and finally nodded, before pushing inside her. She moaned with relief and pleasure. Caleb released her nipple. He straightened as Zach started to move in shallow, slow strokes, meeting her gaze with a smile that said he had a secret. She was charmed and amused despite the desire building in her body, building among the three of them.

  “What?”

  His smile broadened, and as he turned his head to face Zach, his eyes turned yellow with barely restrained lust. She didn't know who moved first but the kiss was hard and hot.

  Smoldering. Everything inside her flexed watching it. They broke apart, Caleb leaving one last lingering lick across Zach's bottom lip.

  “Well?”

  Zach grinned. “Oh, she definitely liked seeing that.” Caleb looked her and cocked an eyebrow, obviously wanted confirmation. She fought the urge to giggle. “Maybe you should do it again,” she gasped as Zach moved deeper, harder. “Just so I can be sure, you know.”

  He didn't respond the way she expected. Eyes narrowed, he looked back and forth between her and Zach. “Still capable of thinking. And being a smart-ass.” Zach grunted and fucked her harder. “We can take care of that.” He didn't slow as he reached under her for the edge of the anal plug, but she didn't notice until it withdrew a couple of inches before thrusting back in. Then he did it again. And again.

  Until she was moaning, thrashing her head back and forth, begging for release.

  “That's more like it,” Caleb said smugly.

  Each time she came close to coming, Zach stopped her. He slowed or changed his angle of strokes. It wasn't until she actually felt tears leaking from her eyes that they took pity on her. His rhythm became fast and hard, the anal plug ignored. Caleb reached between them at first only grazing her clit, then rubbing, then pinching. She didn't even attempt to fight the orgasm rising in her, rushing through her nerve endings. She screamed embarrassingly loud, but she didn't care.

  Her shudders continued through Zach's climax, hadn't quite stopped when they unstrapped her and cuddled her between them. Tender hands caressed her. Her hair, her back and hips, until she came down from the high. Sighing in contentment, she opened her eyes and met Zach's smiling gaze. She lifted her hand to trace his strong cheekbone while nestling farther back against Caleb, sucking in a deep breath when she felt his erection pressing against her ass. She hadn't even noticed them removing the plug. Turning her head over her shoulder, she met his eyes.

  “You didn't…”

  “I will.” He looked at Zach then returned his gaze to her. “Do you want to watch or do we get kicked out of your bed for this?”

  There was zero emotion in his voice, and she realized that must have happened to him before. She could settle his mind about that at least. “You're not going anywhere. Either one of you.”

  Zach grinned. “I told you she wouldn't have an issue with us.” She couldn't repress the slight feeling of uneasiness at his words. Were they equals here?

  The three of them? Or was she just a biological imperative?

  “It's not like that, kitten.” Zach stroked the side of her face. She was learning he never missed anything.

  “Tell me what it is like,” she whispered. She wanted both of them and she honestly didn't care if they wanted each other, but she couldn't help wondering if that included her. He smiled at Caleb before he answered her.

  “We've been together a long time, Liza. It would hurt to be forced to give it up. We would, for you, but we'd rather you become part of us.”

  Caleb took over, and she turned as much as he'd let her to watch him speak.

  “Sex…sometimes I'm gonna want him and sometimes he'll want me. That's not any reflection on how we feel about you. It's just the three of us expressing our love for each other in different ways at different times.”

  She nodded, trying to process everything that had happened, everything that had been said.

  She'd known they had a relationship. Had steeled herself for the possibility of being firmly barred from it.

  Zach leaned forward and kissed her. It was tender and deep, yet full of exhilaration.

  Caleb's cock pressed her ass, gentle rocking movements that were as exciting as they were frightening. He was huge. There was no way she was ready to take him there yet. That knowledge was in Zach's eyes when he broke the kiss. He kept her between them when he reached over, grabbed Caleb by the nape, and yanked him closer for a kiss. She couldn't believe how damned hot that was. Caleb groaned and his fingers convulsed on her hips. She laughed. “I think I need to get out of the middle soon.”

  He slapped her ass as he rolled away and pulled her out the way. “Such a smart-ass,” he
grumbled, but she knew he preferred her that way. She stuck her tongue out at him.

  “You like me that way.”

  “Keep it up, baby.” His eyes narrowed. “After the challenge tomorrow, you're fair game.” She didn't even try to hide the way anticipation made her heart race. She'd ignore him.

  Ignore the promise. For now. She focused on Zach. He hadn't moved. He still lay on his side facing her, giving her a lazy, amused smile. He tensed for a moment when Caleb, having walked around the bed, moved into position behind him.

  “It's just me,” he said softly, running a hand down Zach's side to his flank. She scowled and Zach answered her question before she could formulate it.

  “Male lupines really, really don't like being approached from the back.”

  “I know that.” Did he think she was an idiot? “This isn't just any male.” Zach grinned. “No. But that animal instinct doesn't ever go away.” Then he was sucking in a breath, holding it, and she knew Caleb had touched him more intimately than before. Caleb moved, pushing Zach onto his stomach, and rising between his legs behind him. He'd gripped one hip and growled, before she noticed he had two fingers buried in Zach's ass. “Up.”

  With an answering growl, Zach rose to his knees. She watched mesmerized as those fingers slowly withdrew. When the head of Caleb's cock, shiny with lube, nudged his asshole, Zach met her gaze. “You sure you want to watch this?” Oh, hell yeah. She wasn't going anywhere. She replied with mock seriousness. “Well, as paladin, I feel it's my duty to witness. To make sure no one gets hurt, you understand.” Caleb laughed. “That would just turn you on more.”

  She couldn't deny it. “Yeah.” She nodded. “Probably.” He didn't say another word, just slammed into Zach, and the expression on his face, on both their faces, was almost enough to make her come. In a word, wow.

  Caleb worked him with long slow thrusts. Zack straightened so his back was pressed against Caleb's chest. Zach crooked a finger at her, and she realized her own rising desire would be easy for them to see and smell.

  “C'mere, kitten.”

  On her knees, she walked to him and stopped just an inch before his chest. He wrapped a hand around her nape, pulled her close for a kiss. Then he took her hand, wrapped it around his cock, and pumped it a few times before he left her to do it on her own. The kiss intensified as she concentrated on even strokes of his cock.

  Each of Caleb's thrusts pushed Zach a little closer to her and his grunts filled her mouth.

  She knew he was close to coming. He broke the kiss.

  “Still thinking,” he murmured, then inserted two fingers into her, stroked in and out, before withdrawing and pushing on her shoulder. “On your back.” How could she argue? When he lowered himself over her, Caleb moved with him and her arousal grew. Was he going to fuck her as Caleb fucked him? Why did she find that such a damned turn-on?

  He braced himself on one elbow and with the other hand guided his cock to her entrance.

  She had her hands on his hips and felt his muscles tighten as Caleb withdrew, and then she was incapable of thought. When Caleb rammed back into Zach, he drove into her. In seconds the strokes were fast, hard. Almost punishing.

  She never thought beyond the perfect union among the three of them. Beyond the trinity.

  Strong, stable, and theirs alone. It was much later that she worried it was only a physical response, that maybe one leg was stronger than the other two.

  Chapter Ten

  Liza woke alone. Ears straining for sounds of Caleb and Zach, she rolled out of bed, coming to rest lightly on the balls of her feet with a scowl. They were gone. The nightstand clock glowed five a.m., and she raised the blinds as she walked by the window. The sky was just beginning to lighten.

  She hurried through the shower trying to ignore their absence, trying to ignore the niggling worry they might be up to no good this early in the morning. There was no time for those concerns. She'd been gone nearly a week; there was no telling how much work was piled up on her desk.

  And she had a challenge to deal with.

  Back in her bedroom, she pulled on loose pants and a tight, thin long-sleeved shirt over a tank top. Thank God she was back in the Deep South. She'd thought she would freeze to death in Maine. Last, she pulled on socks and boots. She delayed in the kitchen only long enough to pour a cup of coffee. There would be food at the alpha's house, where her office was.

  Hopefully, she would find Caleb and Zach there too. She told herself it was because she was worried about them not following the pack laws of challenge, but knew it was a lie. She just wanted to see them. Might have a thing or two to say about them sneaking out of her bed before dawn too.

  She was frowning when she entered the house and followed the murmur of voices to the kitchen at the end of the long center hall.

  “Ah, there she is.” Her mother hugged her tightly, briefly, before stepping back and looking her over with narrow eyes. She pushed her to a chair. “Sit. Did they forget to feed you?” More like she'd spent most of the last few days too wound up to eat, but she wasn't about to tell her mother that.

  Liza pulled a chair out and sat, gaze taking in the crowded room. Measuring. Zach, standing near the back door with her father, met her eyes with a nod, his face expressionless as he focused on whatever Henry was saying. Caleb was at the stove, flipping bacon and arguing good-naturedly with Ethan, one of her soldiers. As if he felt her watching, he turned and winked at her.

  Her mother had moved to one of the wall ovens and was pulling out a sheet of homemade biscuits. Liza drew the familiar smell into her lungs. It was good to be home. When she stood to help, her mom tried to wave her back to her seat, but she ignored her and helped set up the sideboard. Platters of biscuits, eggs and bacon, and a bowl of fruit were set out. Unsurprisingly, she found herself seated between Caleb and Zach.

  She was rinsing her plate when Gabby came in. The other woman gave Ethan a dark look and approached her. “Thank gods, you're back,” she muttered.

  Liza cocked an eyebrow. Gabby was one of her few good friends, another soldier, and perennially cheerful. “Problems?”

  “Nothing I can't handle,” she answered darkly.

  Ooo-kay. There was definitely a problem, but she'd wait to push Gabby about it when they were alone in her office. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “Are you eating?” Gabby shook her head. “Already did.”

  Caleb and Zach had already left, so she went to her office, Gabby and Ethan tagging along.

  Inside, Gabby kept several feet between them and avoided looking at him while he watched her with heavy-hooded eyes. Liza sighed. If she had to guess, her money was on a recent horizontal tango between the two of them. The problem was werewolves tended to go possessive under those circumstances. Gabby would have ended the affair the minute that started to happen.

  “Is this going to be a problem?” Liza asked them sharply.

  Ethan grinned, and Liza bit her lip at Gabby's sharp intake of breath. Not as unaffected as she'd like to pretend. “Nothing I can't handle,” Ethan said.

  She rolled her eyes. The man was delusional if he thought he could handle Gabby pissed off at him. Professionally? Sure. As an angry lover? Not so easy.

  “I really don't have time to referee right now, Ethan.”

  He immediately sobered and nodded. “Understood. The challenge is scheduled for one this afternoon at the circle.” With a considering look for Gabby that made it clear he wasn't backing down, he went on. “I'm going to head over there and make sure everything is set up.”

  “Okay. Go ahead.”

  Liza waved him out, and Gabby shut the door behind him with a little more force than necessary. Her desk was piled with reports and message slips, but she ignored them and, leaning back against the front edge, crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Spill,” she ordered her friend and lieutenant.

  Gabby paced, finally shrugged, and sank into one of the chairs in front of the desk.

  “Nothing to t
ell, really. I had an itch. He scratched it. End of story.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “You know how they get.” Gabby narrowed her gaze on Liza's neck. “Both of them? Ethan filled me in last night, but I didn't believe it.”

  “Last night, huh?” And here she'd been under the impression the affair, or one-night stand, or whatever Gabby was calling it, had been several days ago.

  Gabby groaned. “I keep saying this is the last time, but then he'll show up just in time for dinner and I figure, fine. I'll feed him and send him on his way.” Liza laughed when instead of continuing, Gabby blushed. “You can't resist him?” she teased. “What's the problem then?”

  The blush faded as quickly as it had come on, and growling, Gabby jerked to her feet and stalked to the window. “He's the worst playboy in the pack. You know that. He'll move on when he gets bored.”

  As much as Liza hated to admit it, her friend was probably right. In which case it would have been better for Gabby and Ethan to leave their friendship strictly platonic. Gabby had always had a soft spot for him. Liza sighed. This wasn't something she could mediate for the good of the pack. “I'm sorry,” she said softly.

  Gabby looked over her shoulder to meet Liza's eyes and nodded. “Me too.” She went back to her chair and sat. “Let's get to work.”

  Liza let her change the subject and started sifting through the papers on her desk. She sighed. For all intents and purposes, she was the pack's police chief and administrator, and as such not much more than a bureaucrat. What had made her think she actually wanted this job?

  The papers were nothing but busy work. Patrol reports. Incident reports. Requests for new training equipment. The hours passed at a crawl, but finally it was late enough to head down to the pack circle.

  A small crowd was already hanging out, including both alphas and her father. She couldn't help but be suspicious when she couldn't find Zach or Jonas. She glanced at her watch constantly while she chatted with Gabby. Fifteen minutes. Ten. They finally entered the clearing with three minutes to spare. Neither appeared injured, but Zach's smirk was too satisfied for something not to be going on.