Brea inhaled his scent. A scent that captured the female in her with a little growl, her tongue out to swipe over the thick glistening head of his cock.
Tasting. Smelling. Touching.
She wanted all those sensations and more and the female in her intended to take it all.
Her fingers curled around the width of his shaft, stroking down to the base.
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reminding himself that this was not only his mate, but a woman with the façade of an innocent child. He felt the blood pounding just a little more into his cock, hardening it another fraction as he chanced a look at the top of her head.
Brea decided she really liked his reactions.
His hands had tightened against her head.
Maybe afraid she’d stop or maybe trying to stop her, she wasn’t sure and he really wasn’t putting up a fight so she figured it was all good. She tightened her fingers, squeezing and stroking down to the thicker base and back to the tip. She felt the muscles in his body tensing, his thighs tight and stomach barely moving when she lowered her mouth over him.
She knew what she wanted. She wanted to hear him shatter. She wanted to taste him.
“Brea.”
She knew it was his voice, low and rough. Hungry, she decided. That was the sound that made her body writhe with excitement. She felt herself grow wet with each moan and groan she pulled from him.
She pulled more of him into her mouth, suckling, licking, tasting and exciting.
Her palm went between his thighs, slim fingers pressing and holding, stroking the heavy sacks there, scratching lightly over the tautly pulled bundle. She angled herself higher, taking more of him into her mouth.
His fingers tightened against her head, moving to her shoulders with a low groan. Not pushing her away. Not pulling her closer. Just waiting. Enjoying.
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“Brea…fuck…you can’t…..it’s been too fucking long…..” She didn’t stop. Adjusting herself a little higher, up on her knees, taking more of him, swirling her tongue around him, from base to tip, savoring the taste seeping free.
Teasing the small opening, dragging her tongue heavily down the veined length and then back to the top again. She listened to his breathing; listened to which movements, which actions made him harder, more desperate and breathing like he couldn’t find the next gulp of air in the middle of the ocean.
She liked the heady sensation, knowing the pleasure she was causing. Knowing the pleasure yet to come. That’s what she wanted and swallowed more of him, backing up and stroking him firmly.
She knew he was close. His fingers tightened, the sacks in her other hand were pulled taut and almost hard. She heard her name ripped from his lips, his hands tried pulling her free but she refused to stop, refused to move.
His shout echoed in the confines of the SUV.
Sweet, savory, salty….Brea took it all into the back of her throat, her hands feeling the hard, pulsing explosions. His hips thrust upward once before he remembered where they were, his breaths deep gulping drafts even as his body shuddered and pumped a few last weak times before every one of his muscles unclenched and he collapsed on the seat.
Nick guided the SUV toward the house.
He was hard as a rock. He’d angled the mirror and watched her giving pleasure to Jase, watched her hands and mouth move. He could smell her arousal from her 153
actions, sweet and thick and filling the interior of the SUV.
Brea carefully placed the boxers back in place, her eyes wide when his hands gripped her shoulders and hauled her up and onto his lap. His mouth covered hers, his tongue sweeping in to take and taste and demand. Her arms rested along his shoulders, holding him tightly in place. She angled her body over his, her hips stroking, rotating and pressing against a male who hadn’t lost the erection.
Brea felt the promise and knew it would be explosive when she finally gave into it. She pushed away from him when she felt the SUV come to a halt. Blinking and looking up, she realized they were sitting in front of the house, not in the garage.
She almost laughed when she realized what her actions must have done to Nick.
She slid from Jase’s lap and into the fresh air, Nick holding the door open, his eyes dark and hungry. The same hunger she’d seen in them all night long.
And all of it hers.
He didn’t wait for an invitation, but wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her hard against him, his mouth down to sweep in and take.
Brea wondered….very briefly…if he tasted what she’d done.
Was the sexy flavor sweeping through him as hotly as it was speeding through her?
His kisses were different than Jase’s.
He was different. His hands softer, slower. His caress gentle even when she could feel the need driving him. Her hips pressed against him, his palms sliding down her back and onto her behind, pulling her hard against him.
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Both of them groaned into the kiss that broke breathlessly.
“Inside the house,” Nick said gruffly, watching her nod and run toward the door Jase already held open for her.
But Brea had other plans.
She ran her tongue around her lips, watched Nick come in behind her and then Jase, who politely, if still looking really hungry, stepped past them both and into the main area.
He dropped into one of the recliners and waited for the show. It didn’t surprise him that he was still hard. That his body wanted more than the exciting preview Brea offered. They could both easily smell Brea’s excitement, her arousal and especially the need burning through her.
Brea faced Nick when he pushed the door closed behind him. She took a step forward, her grin crooked when his shoulders hit the door and she pressed hotly against him.
“I like having power,” she whispered against his mouth, her hands moving to the buttons down the front of his shirt. Slowly they parted, her palms flat against his chest, fingernails dragging through the dark coils, tracing a sharp nail around one of the darker male nipples.
“I noticed….that was one hot performance….” He said gruffly, air suddenly evaporating now that it was his turn beneath her hands, her mouth.
He felt her fingers on the belt of his pants at the same time her lips pressed hotly against his chest, right above his heart. His head hit the door with a thump, her 155
tongue out and swirling moistly around one nipple before her kiss ranged over his ribs, onto his stomach and lower.
Brea felt the unusual surge of boldness rush through her.
Maybe it was the lust in his eyes.
Whatever bolstered her confidence she wouldn’t allow to leave her.
The hunger and lust filling the room from Jase, as well. She didn’t know and didn’t want to analyze things right now. She wanted those feelings. That hot, hungry crash that came from all the feelings ricocheting off one another over and over again.
“It wasn’t a show. It felt right…it felt hot….it felt alive….” she whispered against his flesh, licking around the edge of his belt before letting her fingers work the button open.
There was no sound in the large house. Nothing but their breathing and then she swore she heard the individual clicks of the teeth on the zipper as she eased it down.
There were so many things different and yet the same about them, she realized, her fingers closing over an erection not contained behind any type of underwear. He wasn’t as wide as Jase, but a little longer, she realized in feminine appreciation for the differences.
She peeked up through her lashes at him seconds before her tongue swiped out, flicking over the soft, almost delicate surface of the crowning head of his cock.
Different, she thought, all so different and so the same.
Brea straightened slowly, releasing him but not moving back. She held the narrowed, dark eyes without breaking the stream. Her hands on the hem of her tee 156
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ed it up and dropped it behind her at the same time her feet toed out of her shoes and kicked them to the side.
Electricity filled the room.
She didn’t look back to see Jase inhale sharply, his gaze locked on the tall, lean curves. Her hands moved to her jeans, easing them over the ripe curve of her hips and letting them fall to the floor before she reached up and pulled the band from her hair.
His teeth clanked together and the erection trapped in his jeans tightened. Again.
But this time, Nick was her focus. Her hands reached up, pushing the sides of his shirt wide and letting her palms stroke over his chest.
“So nice and warm…” she breathed, leaning in and inhaling softly, her tongue out to stroke over his chest before she dropped lightly to her knees, her palms wrapping around the throbbing, thick cock and taking it into her mouth before he could react.
But his body reacted with a savage shudder, his hands falling to her shoulders before tangling in her hair.
She barely heard the hard, jagged curse from his lips.
Was barely aware of the hard panting when she pressed his thighs apart, two palms caressing the insides while her mouth suckled and licked along the hard length of him.
Nick was different.
She let the little things find a place inside the confused feminine mind. A week ago, she’d have told you that you’d lost your mind. This wasn’t her behavior. She’d chosen not to involve herself with men and she never knew why. She just knew she 157
hadn’t been comfortable or at ease with either them or the sensuality inside herself.
Until them.
Now she couldn’t stop all the caged desires from sweeping through her.
And they didn’t appear to mind in the least.
Nick let his feet spread a little further, sinking against the door and groaning when she swallowed him a little more. Growling when her tongue swirled and stroked heavily along the pulsing length of him. His breath caught again and again when the tiny tip of her tongue flicked at the ridge of the crown, sensitive, it sent rolling shocks of pleasure through him.
More! His mind shouted, his body shuddering when her fingers closed around his shaft and stroked heavily. Either hand or mouth was going along the length until he felt the scrape of her nails on his inner thighs and his fingers clenched tightly in her hair.
“Brea!” Her name was pulled savagely from his lips, his groan low and throaty.
Brea tasted the first spurt. Licked and suckled and squeezed through the pulsing eruptions; drank down the creamy fluid, vaguely noted the differences in taste and teased the sensitive head with her tongue.
She definitely liked power.
“Christ, woman, you’re killing me,” Nick exhaled with the words, the sensations she was sending through him edging close to pain. “You’re making my fucking teeth hurt.”
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Brea blinked when he gripped her shoulders and pulled her from the floor, his palms sliding over her head and holding her crushed against his chest.
“She doesn’t have the parts, Nick,” Jase commented gruffly, his own cock throbbing. Again. Or still. He wasn’t sure which. “She doesn’t know what happens afterwards.”
“I’m sorry….did I hurt you?” Brea breathed, lifting her head and meeting his gaze for barely a second before his mouth was on hers, soft and caressing, teasing her tongue to play with his in long, sensuous strokes.
“It’s not pain, Brea,” Jase came up behind them, his hands settling on her waist and mouth moving along her shoulder. He’d pulled his tee shirt off and felt her back against his chest. “It’s super sensitive and borders on insanity,” he told her softly, the smooth silken skin beneath his palms making him groan.
“Now it’s your turn, baby,” Nick murmured against her throat, his teeth grazing a spot on her left shoulder. His tongue licked, tasted and knew. That was his spot.
Jase was surprised at the strength in the lean, almost thin woman who spun from both their grasps and laughed at them, dancing across the room and putting distance between them.
“I like power,” she whispered through her laugh, eyes sparkling at the teasing gleam in their eyes.
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“You know you can’t run….” Nick watched the laugher in her eyes, grinning and wondering if he should tell her about being prey.
“Oh, but I can…I’m quite limber and quick,” she told them, shifting to the side and keeping various pieces of furniture between them. Nick had hastily zipped his cargo pants and moved to the side.
“Woman, you’re naked….how far do you think we’re going to let you get?” Jase asked with a deep, relaxed laugh.
“You’re tempting the hunter in us, Brea….” Nick moved in from the side. They’d hunted often for food with their pack. Caging her and guiding her to the hall that led to the bedrooms wasn’t difficult.
At least that’s what they were thinking. Then she blinked out of sight.
Not dashed. Not ducked and ran.
Blinked.
“What the fuck?” Jase looked at Nick, both of them immediately focused on the soft, playful giggle from the hall.
“How the hell?” Nick followed Jase down the hall, both of them ignoring the trail of clothing left behind them.
“I’m very fast,” she told them when they rounded the door to her bedroom to find her standing beside the bed, head tipped to the side. Long, feathery strands were draped on either shoulder, barely touching the pink tipped nipples.
“Be right back,” Jase turned and left them.
“You didn’t run very far,” Nick commented, toeing his shoes off and shoving his 160
pants down his legs.
“You like to play…I like that…..” she said softly, not moving from where she stood.
He stared. Like a kid. It was only finally seeing her naked that he realized where she fit into the world. If she were five inches tall with gossamer wings fluttering behind her, she’d be every child’s dream of a garden fairy.
They had thought she shaved.
“It’s natural,” she said softly, her voice holding just a hint of nervousness. “Mom told me it was part of my heritage and I never asked why…..”
“You’re beautiful, Brea,” Nick felt the words choke in his throat, barely noticing Jase carry a couple candles into the room and set them on the bureau before lighting them.
“It….it doesn’t bother you…” she looked from one to the other, immediately felt the jolt of passion wash over her when Jase stared.
“He’s right, Brea…..you’re beautiful….don’t ever, ever think otherwise,” Jase shoved his jeans down and left them lying on the floor.
“You make me feel things…..so beautiful and alive and…and happy…” she whispered, shivering when Jase reached out and stroked his palm down the side of her face. “Both of you…you’ve become a part of me….you’re in my dreams and when I’m cooking, you’re in my thoughts and….I don’t understand it….”
“Let’s try just being for a while, Brea,” Nick stepped forward, his fingers trailing down her throat to one rounded, perfect mound. He drew one finger around the pink 161
nipple, smiling at the little wrinkles that rippled beneath his touch. “Beautiful….”
“He’s always been a breast man,” Jase teased, kissing her and easing her back to the bed, helping her adjust across the surface before letting his palm trail along her throat, over her breast and onto the flat of her stomach. “But he is right, baby…just relax and let us be with you….let us show you how good we are together….” Brea closed her eyes. It was too much.
So strong. So powerful seeing the passion and hunger flaring to life.
In them both. For her. That was the most difficult for her to accept. It was for her!
“You take my breath away,” she breathed raggedly, the soft suckling of Nick’s mouth on her breast making her gasp and arch against him. Then he bit down and she was positive she’d come off the bed
. One knee rose despite the male leg that had lain over hers.
Jase had been stroking over the small, bare mound, his fingers drawing more and more moisture over the swollen nub. His eyes darkened as her body responded to their touch. He had a feeling that sweet, bare mound would fascinate them for a very long time. Her fragrance circled them, took hold of the beast inside and held him firmly, locking him to her with unseen bonds.
Her body tingled and sparked with new sensations. Each new stroke of their hands, each new caress of their fingers or mouth.
“Easy, babe….” Nick laved his tongue over the aroused peak, his saliva shimmering on the pink nipple and drawing him back, his hands gently soothing her.
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“So pink and pretty…” Jase drew the moisture around the nub, pressed and stroked and slid one long finger through the swollen petals to the small opening. The opening now thick with her scent, flowing with her syrup. He added another finger and pressed his thumb against her clit, glancing up to see Nick sweep in and take her kiss as he thrust two fingers deeply inside her.
“She’s beautiful all over….so sweet and pink….deliciously wet….” Jase lowered his mouth to her stomach, sliding lower and watching the candlelight flicker over her lightly tanned skin. Her hips rose to his fingers, meeting his thrust and demanding more. Her hand found his shoulder, gripped him tightly, her breathing soft little pants of their names. Both their names as her body swept over the edge.
Brea pulled her mouth from Nick’s, desperately gasping for air as the climax swept over her, sending a hot flow through her blood and her soul. Pleasure ripped through her, her eyes flying wide when she felt the hot, feathering touch between her thighs.
Air, her mind shouted! Breathe in……a loud gasp broke free that vibrated and turned into a moan when his tongue took over, swiping and flicking; tasting and swirling where his fingers had been moments before. Reflex had her trying to close her thighs until Nick put his leg over hers, his cock pressing hotly against her thigh and his palms stroking and pinching at her nipples.
He moved slowly, carefully to the other side while Jase positioned himself between her thighs, lifting her knees and parting her wide.
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